<?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-5496824</id><updated>2011-06-19T03:30:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>//beconfused</title><subtitle type='html'>All times are based in Singapore (+0800), similar to Bei Jing, Kuala Lumpur, Perth and Taipei.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108800305025683587</id><published>2004-06-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:00:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update//link</title><content type='html'>Just to inform you, &lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/"&gt;Mr. Dew&lt;/a&gt; has migrated his blog to &lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/"&gt;beconfused.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;

See you at the new location. Do update your links too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108800305025683587?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108800305025683587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108800305025683587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800305025683587' title='update//link'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108769225667591443</id><published>2004-06-20T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T08:44:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first//blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Isn&amp;#8217;t it annoying to search in a search engine and only to find your most trusted one return results of a whole list of blogs populating page 1?&lt;br /&gt;
It sure is. I hate it. Especially when I am trying to search for some serious stuff and all I get is blogs after blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
I am sure many people enter my blog by accident too. According to my referral tracker, I receive around 70% of my visitors from search engines. Not that I mind of course, however, I believe those people who enter my blog through search engines beg to differ. [If you&amp;#8217;re one of them, do give a comment.]&lt;br /&gt;
Blogs are probably the single most evil object floating around cyberspace. It&amp;#8217;s junk. It&amp;#8217;s redundant information. It simply chunk up the number of irrelevant search results.&lt;br /&gt;
People keep online diaries. I dislike them too. These are attention seekers. Their mindsets are open. They are looking for this spot light to be cast on them. Why let the world know about your personal life and views? For all you know, it may be used against you.&lt;br /&gt;
Ironically, I started a blog on June 20, 2003. I posted my first message back then using &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;. I can&amp;#8217;t explain why I started a blog, I don&amp;#8217;t have friends around me who own blogs back then. Starting a blog is a rather sudden thing for me. One day, I just accessed Blogger.com and just signed up.&lt;br /&gt;
That time Blogger is famous as its parent company, Pyra Labs, just got acquired by &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;. That&amp;#8217;s when I start noticing Blogger, it&amp;#8217;s all around the news. I signed up for fun on June 20, 2003 and I continued the fun till this day.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, June 20 too, just of another year, it&amp;#8217;s been a year already. It feel strange look back at my first post actually.&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of things has changed. My blog has grown too, from 0 visitors a month to a 1000 visitors a month. It&amp;#8217;s quite a joy ride for me. Changing layouts after layout, adding affiliates after affiliates, doing site promotion. It has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;
And the fun shall continue, at least for me. So on this very day, my blog officially migrates from beconfused.blogspot.com to &lt;a href="http://blog.beconfused.com"&gt;blog.beconfused.com&lt;/a&gt;. Do update your links soon. All the posts have been imported there. There&amp;#8217;s still some problem with the HTML template. The theme &amp;#8220;Fable&amp;#8221; needs to be updated too. Theme &amp;#8220;RAINBOW&amp;#8221; is 90% complete now and &amp;#8220;SaiKano&amp;#8221; is 60% complete.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you all for patronizing. Once again, sorry to all those to drop by this page by accident, lol.&lt;br /&gt;
You can comment here or email me at dew(at)beconfused_dot_com to tell me how terrible your Google search experience is when you landed on my blog.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108769225667591443?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108769225667591443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108769225667591443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108769225667591443' title='first//blog'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108761795603164448</id><published>2004-06-19T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:06:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotmail//wakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With all the hype of 1 GB email from Google and SpyMac, the 100 MB email storage from Yahoo!, I often wonder what the hell is the Redmond giant doing. Maybe they didn&amp;#8217;t read the news that I read and are not aware of the competitor&amp;#8217;s storage space offerings.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it turns out that they do after all.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In response to rival e-mail services enticing customers with high capacity storage, Microsoft&amp;#8217;s MSN unit will soon announce its intentions to follow suit, BetaNews has learned. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Redmond executives have been mulling over how to respond to the storage frenzy, and are set to unveil a plan that will go into effect in July. &lt;/p&gt;

	&lt;p&gt;Although still in beta testing, the launch of Google&amp;#8217;s free Gmail service heated up the competition by offering customers a whopping 1GB of e-mail storage. Yahoo! fired back this week by boosting customer inboxes to 100MB and unveiling an updated user interface, which Microsoft called &amp;#8220;quite good.&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We have been intentionally quiet over this period, as we formulated our plans, and waited to see the Yahoo response, feeling it would be best to see how strong Yahoo&amp;#8217;s counter would be before going public with our own,&amp;#8221; Blake Irving, corporate vice president of MSN&amp;#8217;s Communication Services group, told employees. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Microsoft hopes that by giving customers enough space, it can move the media focus away from storage as a key selling point and reduce the emerging threat posed by media darling Google. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We are going to respond in a big way and will eliminate email storage as an issue for our users,&amp;#8221; said Irving. &lt;/p&gt;

	&lt;p&gt;E-mail is not the only area in which MSN is feeling pressure from competitors. Microsoft has been developing and refining its own algorithmic search engine, and plans to launch MSN Newsbot &amp;#8211; a service similar to Google News &amp;#8211; by the end of the year. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.betanews.com/article/1087553239"&gt;BetaNews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So let me guess how much Microsoft will offer. Er, 20 MB perhaps? MSN Hotmail has the most email accounts I think, millions and millions, to offer 1 GB would be quite unrealistic. I&amp;#8217;ll wait and see. Meanwhile, there&amp;#8217;s Google&amp;#8217;s Gmail for me. In case, you&amp;#8217;re wondering what the hell is my email address, you can reach me at dew(at)beconfused_dot_com&lt;br /&gt;

Love to hear from you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Also, I am wondering if anyone has a suggestion for a new layout. Provide me with the picture with good resolution and I&amp;#8217;ll build it up. I&amp;#8217;m trying to build other types of layout. &lt;img src='http://blog.beconfused.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108761795603164448?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108761795603164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108761795603164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108761795603164448' title='hotmail//wakes'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108757306382598486</id><published>2004-06-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T23:37:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troublesome//salary</title><content type='html'>I need to get my pay back. My neighbor says that he'll wait for a call from the guy who always contact them. But the person never called up. The person's name is Ah Tai or Ah Zai or Ah Cai.&lt;br&gt;
Let's just called him Ah Fai.&lt;br&gt;
I asked my neighbor - let's call my neighbor Ah Wai - Ah Wai to give me Ah Fai's number. Ah Wai says he doesn't have, so he rang up Ah Bai [New Character, Ah Bai is Ah Wai's friend who introduce him to work at Ah Fai's place].&lt;br&gt;
Ah Bai didn't have Ah Fai's number too. Ah Bai instead gave Ah Wai another person's number. That person shall be known as Ah Mai. I was told by Ah Fai that Ah Bai suggest me to call up Ah Mai to get Ah Fai's number. I did so and Ah Mai answered with an angry tone. Ah Mai gave me Ah Fai's number. Let's delete Ah Bai from the picture since he's no longer needed.&lt;br&gt;
Ah Mai told me that Ah Fai didn't give her the piece of paper where my working process is recorded. I called Ah Fai and found how he is no longer working there. Then I return back to Ah Mai and Ah Mai say she'll clarify with Ah Fai.&lt;br&gt;
Ah Fai says he'll clarify with Ah Mai too. Ah Fai and Ah Mai probably had a quarrel the other evening because they apparently fail to contact each other as promised.&lt;br&gt;
Thankfully, Ah Mai found my working sheet and suggest me to go down to that work place to get the pay. But I don't know how to get there.&lt;br&gt;
So Ah Mai kindly offered to bring it to me in Bukit Batok (I live in this area). But she never did call me. So the next day, I called Ah Mai again. She says she works till 1 a.m. and wouldn't pass by Bukit Batok as I slept already.&lt;br&gt;
I'm getting quite mad, especially when I have been trying to get the pay from Ah Mai since Monday!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This afternoon, I called up Ah Mai again. She says she'll pass by Bukit Batok today and she can bring my pay over to me. She's late by 15 minutes, but I gotten my pay. She gave me $60 expecting me to return her $3. Sadly for me, luckily for me, since I have only $2 in my pocket, I returned her $2. I earned a total of SG$58. For all the trouble, all the sweat, all the bumpy bus rides in Tuas, I think I seriously deserve the extra dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108757306382598486?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108757306382598486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108757306382598486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757306382598486' title='troublesome//salary'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108748629267067305</id><published>2004-06-17T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T23:31:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teleportation//dream</title><content type='html'>In the past, I dislike travelling. I thought it'd be great if I can just travel from one place to another in a split second. It'd be great for everyone, probably except airlines and FedEx as their purpose would have been pretty much expired. Well, it turns out that Nature reports the first step of my dream coming true.
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Scientists have performed successful teleportation on atoms for the first time, the journal Nature reports. &lt;br&gt;The feat was achieved by two teams of researchers working independently on the problem in the US and Austria. &lt;br&gt;The ability to transfer key properties of one particle to another without using any physical link has until now only been achieved with laser light. &lt;br&gt;Experts say being able to do the same with massive particles like atoms could lead to new superfast computers. &lt;br&gt;This development is a long way from the transporters used by Jean-Luc Picard and Captain Kirk in the famous Star Trek TV series. &lt;br&gt;When physicists talk about &amp;quot;teleportation&amp;quot;, they are describing the transfer of &amp;quot;quantum states&amp;quot; between separate atoms. &lt;br&gt;These would be such things as an atom&amp;#39;s energy, motion, magnetic field and other physical properties. &lt;br&gt;And in the computers of tomorrow, this information would form the qubits (the quantum form of the digital bits 1 and 0) of data processing through the machines.&lt;br&gt;The landmark experiments are being viewed as a major advance in the quest to achieve ultra-fast computers, inside which teleportation could provide a form of invisible &amp;quot;quantum wiring&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;These machines would be able to handle far bigger and more complex loads than today&amp;#39;s super-computers, and at many times their speed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3811785.stm"&gt;BBC News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although I no longer fancy the idea of travelling around in split seconds, the idea of faster computers still excites me. Well, I'll wait for another 20 years to see if these qubit thingy comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108748629267067305?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108748629267067305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108748629267067305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748629267067305' title='teleportation//dream'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108740160845755893</id><published>2004-06-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:01:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>migration//problems</title><content type='html'>Migration isn&amp;#39;t as smooth as I planned. The importer that&amp;#39;s supplied by WordPress didn&amp;#39;t do a good enough job. That leave all the &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; in my SQL database. &lt;br&gt;I exported the entire database into a text file that is around 800 kilobytes and start editing them with FrontPage. Why FrontPage? Because it&amp;#39;s the only thing I have that has an extremely powerful Find and Replace tool. I got it to remove all my quotes, did-you-knows and stuff. I got it to remove all the commenters whom I plugged previously. I got it to strip all the colors tags too.&lt;br&gt;And I replace &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; or &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; with (backslash)-n which means new line to make it more SQL-friendly. It&amp;#39;s a lot more work to do than I expected. Everything turned out alright in the end. FrontPage helped a lot. I even used Excel to do some sort before I import it back to the database.&lt;br&gt;It seems that I did something wrong though. Some of my posts lost a space between 2 words. I don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;s wrong. It&amp;#39;s probably something to do with the &amp;quot;Find and Replace&amp;quot; tool in FrontPage. I probably replace the wrong strings resulting in these problems.&lt;br&gt;Now, all my 218 posts have been successfully imported into WordPress, minus the missing space problem of course. All unnecessary tags have been stripped. I replaced &amp;lt;i&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;b&amp;gt; with &amp;lt;em&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt; respectively with FrontPage.&lt;br&gt;In WordPress, I can assign categories. I love categorizing things you see. So I attempt to categorize it into some else other than &amp;quot;General&amp;quot;. I did so to about 50 posts and I got really tired soon after.&lt;br&gt;This time I did a lot of planning for the future. All posts only contain tags that are strictly XHTML-compatible. No &amp;lt;font&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;b&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;. They have all been updated to XHTML standards. I use &amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt; now too. It&amp;#39;s lots of changes. It&amp;#39;s been fun though.&lt;br&gt;I added excerpts, change the layout and stuff. I did some customizations to the script too. It took hours and hours. I don&amp;#39;t know if it&amp;#39;s worth it anyway. But at least I am doing something I like.&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Rough statistics&lt;ul&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Posts imports - 100%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;New Theme &amp;quot;Fable&amp;quot; - 100%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;New HTML Template - 95% (Problems with browser compatibility)&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Renewed Theme &amp;quot;RAINBOW&amp;quot; - 70%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Renewed Theme &amp;quot;SaiKano&amp;quot; - 20%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Automatic Color Applier - 5%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Guestbook implementation - 1%&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Image Gallery - 0% (I only installed it)&lt;/li&gt;
	&lt;li&gt;Tag-board - 0% (I haven&amp;#39;t even look for it)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I spend the later half of my day hunting for PHP scripts since I suck at coding them anyway. I found a really really simple Guestbook script that I really really like. Any idiot can understand the coding. It&amp;#39;s so simple, it has only one PHP page! But it lacks features. The features it has is to write and read a guestbook. That&amp;#39;s all, that&amp;#39;s what a guestbook is about anyway.&lt;br&gt;It took me an hour to finally find such a simple script, the others have all the really cool features that aren&amp;#39;t need in a guestbook. I don&amp;#39;t need smilies, I don&amp;#39;t need text filtering. I don&amp;#39;t care scold the &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; word. [Oh, what&amp;#39;s it again? Puffer fish?]&lt;br&gt;After the hard work. I say my new site is quite ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108740160845755893?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108740160845755893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108740160845755893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740160845755893' title='migration//problems'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108722971356099545</id><published>2004-06-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:15:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short//down</title><content type='html'>From June 14 to June 16, this blog may experience technical difficulties; 
inconvenience is regretted.&lt;br&gt;
You know, I retype the first sentence several times to make it sound cooler. It 
does sound quite cool, doesn't it? About some technical difficulties shit I 
going to have. It's all my way of trying to sound cool.&lt;br&gt;
Well, there will be such a problem, but it's a really minor one. I need to 
migrate my blog from one service to another, that's all. And it'll just take 5 
minutes of downtime. Really.&lt;br&gt;
So what the hell is with my &amp;quot;June 14 to June 16&amp;quot;? Well, I take my laziness into 
consideration. I plan to do a conversion fast, but if you know me well enough, 
you would have guessed that my exporting process is going to take quite a bit of 
time. -opens a can of green tea-&lt;br&gt;
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Blogger. Blogger is a fine 
publishing tool. Very fine one, I love it. The thing is that it doesn't have web 
space. I bought some web space and start hosting myself. There's lots of things 
to be done.&lt;br&gt;
Not long ago, pketh migrated from Typepad to er, pketh.com. I am doing a 
migration too. It's going to take quite some time. More time than I expect in 
fact. I need to strip a lot of codes from my posts too, just to make it 
compatible with the Blogger importer for Wordpress. -starts drinking green tea-&lt;br&gt;
Ahhh. I love green tea.&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps, at this point of this very post, you're wondering what the hell have I 
been typing about in the above 200 or so words. But trust me, I wouldn't 
understand them if I were myself of 3 months ago.&lt;br&gt;
Basically, in short.. -drinks green tea again-&lt;br&gt;
Where was I? Well, as I was saying, in short, I am moving. No longer using 
Blogger/Blogspot's services. I'll be hosting my own. A new address. It'll be the 
same old content. The same old me typing these post.&lt;br&gt;
Coming up, there'll be image galleries. I just bought a digital camera and have 
taken some photographs. Forgive me if they're bad looking, it's my first time 
with the camera. I never owned one before, the last time our family had one is 
when I'm 10 probably. -drinks green tea again-&lt;br&gt;
There'll be quite a lot of work to do after I finish this green tea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108722971356099545?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108722971356099545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108722971356099545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722971356099545' title='short//down'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108714900012102539</id><published>2004-06-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:00:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon//annoyance</title><content type='html'>What a day for me. Jonathan (my cousin) came to my place. And he was using the 
computer with my brother playing Counterstrike: Condition Zero. I hate that 
game, it caused me to have lesser chance to use the computer, hahaa.&lt;br&gt;
They were doing commentaries like those in television where two guys sits 
opposite each other trying to &amp;quot;brother&amp;quot; each other in a none gay way in other to 
entertain a stadium of people who are apparently are giving the hot dogs more 
attention than these guys.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;I am great, I am great,&amp;quot; chanted Jonathan (translated from Mandarin)&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Look! There's one there,&amp;quot; announced my brother (translated from Mandarin)&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Easy, easy. He's dead already,&amp;quot; Jonathan replied nonchalantly. (translated from 
Mandarin. Hey, you know what? Those people only speak Mandarin, everything is 
translated, I shan't do a second mention.)&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Another one is..&amp;quot; announced my brother.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click,&amp;quot; Jonathan clicks furiously 
while upsetting my mouse and I.&lt;br&gt;
I thought for a while, my computer is being used by them and I can't use it. I 
can't read too since their voices are awfully loud. That leaves me with one 
choice - sleep.&lt;br&gt;
I laid on my bed for a while and I realized that their sound level is forbidding 
me to sleep too. It must be my low energy level or something, but after a while 
I did visited dreamland. It's for a while only though. I woke up soon after.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Quiet..&amp;quot; my voice trembled sleepily.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Quiet,&amp;quot; my cousin echoed somewhat displeased too.&lt;br&gt;
I got really angry for some reason, if I had a shotgun in my hands, I'll shoot 
them down the way the shoot their enemies down. They're in my room playing the 
computer (which I can't say is mine since I didn't pay for it) and they're not 
obeying the rules I set for them to not communicate loudly.&lt;br&gt;
At 10, they left. My brother went to my cousin's house to stay overnight so as 
to play more Counterstrike with my cousin's computer. He's stupid, my aunt 
(Jonathan's mother) is going to limit their play time to 2 hours only. They 
played for 8 hours in my computer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky, &lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt; and gj [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108714900012102539?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108714900012102539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108714900012102539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714900012102539' title='afternoon//annoyance'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108705806204766113</id><published>2004-06-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:34:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking//men</title><content type='html'>Junice sent me an email last year on September 25, 2003. Yes, it's another email 
joke. You see, I don't get tired of them. Yesterday I posted those dumb girl 
joke. So today, I got to be fair and post something about guys. Here goes my 
fellow species' story:&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
A man is dating three women and wants to decide which to marry. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
He decides to give them a test. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and 
watches to see what they do with the money. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair 
done, purchases new make-up and buys several new outfits, and dresses up very 
nicely for the man. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she 
loves him so much. The man is impressed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of STRONG 
golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she 
presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him 
because she loves him so much. Again, the man is impressed. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the 
$5,000. She gives him back his $5000 and re-invests the remainder in a joint 
account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves 
him so much. Obviously, the man was impressed. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Then he married the one with the largest breasts.&lt;/div&gt;
It's about the breasts after all, at least in this joke. I just posted a joke 
about my own species. Before you yell traitor, you got to admit that it's got a 
nice twist at the end, lol.&lt;br&gt;
I can imagine my girlfriend agreeing with the joke and trying to get me 
convinced that men are the worst living creatures asides her much-detested 
worms.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and rain [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108705806204766113?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108705806204766113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108705806204766113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705806204766113' title='thinking//men'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108696259455515398</id><published>2004-06-11T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T22:03:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>witherspoon//dumb</title><content type='html'>I receive this from Dimas, about dumb girls. Her email is like one of those dumb 
blonde jokes but the word &amp;quot;blonde&amp;quot; is no where to be found. I often wonder why 
is it called &amp;quot;dumb blonde jokes&amp;quot;, blondes are that dumb?&lt;br&gt;
I don't think they are, probably Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde only. 
Enough said, here's what Dimas sent. [Actually it's been shortened by me.]&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
I knew a girl that was so dumb that she&lt;br&gt;
- studied for a blood test. &lt;br&gt;
- sold the car for gas money. &lt;br&gt;
- sent me a fax with a stamp on it. &lt;br&gt;
- called me to get my phone number. &lt;br&gt;
- asked for a price check at the Dollar Store. &lt;br&gt;
- it takes her two hours to watch 60 Minutes. &lt;br&gt;
- took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept. &lt;br&gt;
- got locked in a grocery store and starved to death. &lt;br&gt;
- moved when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home.&lt;br&gt;
- wrote on the bottom of the application where it says &amp;quot;sign here&amp;quot; - 
Sagittarius.&lt;br&gt;
- spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said 
&amp;quot;concentrate.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;
- went home and got 16 friends when she saw the &amp;quot;NC-17&amp;quot; (under 17 not admitted).&lt;/div&gt;
You're probably wondering why the hell am I posting something that useless. 
Well, you see, I spend the past hour in front of my word processor thinking 
about what to blog. I couldn't think of anything in the end. My Muse's gone for 
a break to South Africa to check out the giraffes.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108696259455515398?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108696259455515398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108696259455515398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696259455515398' title='witherspoon//dumb'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-10868786198060942</id><published>2004-06-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:43:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>declining//dominance</title><content type='html'>There was a time when everybody in Singapore wants to own a handset and chances 
are high that their dream handset is one of the sleekest models from Nokia.&lt;br&gt;
Today, all has change. Some people are eyeing on Nokia handsets still, but many 
are keeping their options open to look at devices offered by competing companies 
like Motorola, Sony Ericsson and Samsung Electronics.&lt;br&gt;
Reuters reports through MSNBC.com that the Finnish giant see their global cell 
phone market fell sharply in the first quarter of 2004 as illustrated by a 
survey conducted Gartner.&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
Though the industry leader shipped more phones than in the first three months of 
2003, its market share slid to 28.9 percent from 34.6 percent, market research 
group Gartner found, as Nokia lost ground to all of its top six rivals.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gartner also noted that the overall handset market was growing strongly, with 
shipments rising 34 percent to 153 million units in the first quarter as 
consumers in emerging markets embraced mobile communications.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;The big story is in Western Europe, where Nokia has lost 10 percentage points 
of market share,&amp;quot; said Gartner analyst Ben Wood.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Nokia has two fundamental problems. One is its relationship with operators to 
provide them with personalized phones, and the other is a product portfolio that 
is not competitive with the models offered by its rivals,&amp;quot; Wood said.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Nokia admitted on Tuesday it had been wrong to put its own brandname before 
those of the operators.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gartner said global number two Motorola boosted its market share to 16.4 percent 
from 14.7 percent, while that of South Korea's Samsung Electronics rose to 12.5 
percent from 10.8 percent.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5165657/"&gt;
MSNBC.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 
I guess it's time for Nokia to wake up. They lost ground to all of its top six 
rivals this time. I sense Nokia's end in the cell phone reign as they continue 
to put their time into the absolutely lame N-gage.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;If you have been visiting my blog, you probably notice the 
disappearance of text colors. I'm thinking of moving from Blogger/Blog*Spot and 
is coding some automatic &amp;quot;color applier&amp;quot; in PHP to ease my life a little. This 
PHP is simpler than I thought, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, xia and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-10868786198060942?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/10868786198060942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/10868786198060942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10868786198060942' title='declining//dominance'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108680056376342683</id><published>2004-06-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:02:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>betting//advertisements</title><content type='html'>There's something about movies. That should explain why I keep watching them. I 
just watch another movie - The Best Bet. Made by local film director cum actor 
cum singer cum writer cum comedian cum producer cum transvestite - Jack Neo. And 
yes, I think he enjoys sporting women wear in his evening primetime show &amp;quot;Comedy 
Night&amp;quot;, that makes him a transvestite in my opinion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	In 1955 the richest woman in the world was Mrs Hetty Green Wilks, who left 
	an estate of $95 million in a will that was found in a tin box with four 
	pieces of soap.&lt;/div&gt;
Whilst I enjoy Jack Neo's style of comedy and local flavor, I find the local 
flavor is too exaggerated. The Best Bet is the worst movie I watched this year. 
The comedy is no doubt present but it isn't as good as the previous Jack Neo 
films. It lacks a good cinematic soundtrack, is poorly produced and plagued by 
advertisements within the movie.&lt;br&gt;
This film is featuring their sponsor's products on purpose and they did it too 
obviously. I don't mind Britney drinking Pepsi in front of me as long as she 
isn't over-doing it. But in Jack Neo's film, the product name and function is 
even stated. Companies like Osim, Mitsubishi Electronics and Novena are 
mentioned. And it's so obvious that I guess the sponsors instantly. [These 
advertisements are in the film itself and not a pre-show feature.]&lt;br&gt;
Advertisements not only plague the web sites I visit, it's even plaguing the 
films I watch! It's all around. On the telly, on the papers, the web sites, the 
banners and even on the freaking bus I boarded yesterday.&lt;br&gt;
Before you're going to point out that I sounded annoyed right now, let me reveal 
a somewhat un-shocking piece of news - I like advertisements generally. But they 
have to be creatively done.&lt;br&gt;
Advertisements offered through many mediums, seen practically everywhere. I see 
it as a form of knowledge increment sometimes. Some advertisements are indeed 
informative; those make you go, &amp;quot;Wow, I didn't know you can do such and such.&amp;quot; 
Some advertorials are very interesting if you have lots of time that the news of 
the adjacent side of the paper is featuring war in Iraq.&lt;br&gt;
Sadly, there aren't enough such advertisements, at least not enough in Singapore 
so I rather see less of it sometimes. And as for Jack Neo's film, I prefer 
seeing none of it. Jack Neo made me feel like I've just wasted SG$7.50 watching 
an anti-climax comedy and even more useless advertisements.&lt;br&gt;
I rate the film 1.5 upon 5. It is really funny in the beginning but the whole 
story develops downwards. And the movie is rather anti-climax; choose to watch 
this film only when you have extra 15 bucks to spare. The rest of the money 
ought to be spend on pop-corn, because you seriously need it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[I rate it low as it is compared with international titles, for a local title, 
I'll rate it 2.5 upon 5. I prefer the earlier Jack Neo films. As a compensation, 
I recommend you to watch Twin Effect 2 probably this holiday. It has got 
MediaCorp RainTree Pictures involved in it.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	ben, xia, valerie and
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108680056376342683?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108680056376342683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108680056376342683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108680056376342683' title='betting//advertisements'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108668923291630515</id><published>2004-06-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:07:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost//occasion</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend went overseas and she managed to get into an internet cafe. So she 
sent a message to my phone demanding my immediate online presence. As much as I 
would like to meet her demands, I can't. I wasn't home, I was out at the library 
when she messaged me.&lt;br&gt;
That's some luck I, or rather we, have. I'm out occasionally and it's really 
occasionally. I returned home and checked my Hotmail account to find an email 
from her.&lt;br&gt;
While I won't show you the details of her email, I'll show a part of what I have 
written. Written in my blog style.&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
Dear dear,&lt;br&gt;
Sorry that I'm not able to get online. I was at the Jurong Regional Library and 
they've just finished constructing that building. I went there with my brother 
for two main reasons. First of which, I want to see the building. Secondly, just 
as important, my brother wants to see the building.&lt;br&gt;
When I receive your SMS, I was somewhere there and I was having the thought of 
booking an internet PC there to chat with you online. It's charged at 3 cents 
per minute and I thought it's rather reasonable. However fate forbids as every 
computer in every level is either being used or not functional. Even at the kids 
section!&lt;br&gt;
The kids section upset me the most because all the kids aren't using the 
internet. They're just playing the computer. When I say playing the computer, I 
really do mean playing the computer. They can't log in as they didn't pay. So in 
front of the computers with their parents or Filipino maids, they occupy these 
computers playing with the log in screen.&lt;br&gt;
Seeing the never-been-cuter kids slamming of the Microsoft keyboards, I can't 
bear to drive them away. I stood there and waited. No computers are ready after 
15 minutes. Not that the children has successfully logged in due to parental 
consent and finance. It's just that more children crowd around the computer 
trying to &amp;quot;hack&amp;quot; pass the log in screen to play Neopets.com or something.&lt;br&gt;
Speaking of Neopets.com, I helped you buy their stocks faithfully; but only to 
find that the stocks are somewhat unexciting, i.e. that don't change much. Your 
pets are probably dying as I play the stocks but you and I know they won't die.&lt;/div&gt; 
That's 46.48% of the original email I sent to her. It's written in blog style so 
I thought I'll post it up so as to add one extra post to my post count. I'm in 
such bad luck to be out. She'll be back on Saturday I believe. I'm staying home 
tomorrow and The Day After Tomorrow (great effects from the movie).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky and &lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108668923291630515?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108668923291630515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108668923291630515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108668923291630515' title='lost//occasion'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108661255042652078</id><published>2004-06-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:38:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blunder//strike</title><content type='html'>My brother got a new game. His birthday is coming and I feel the need to get my 
very much loved younger brother something. He was eyeing on this game called 
Counterstrike: Condition Zero. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Bolivia holds the highest turnover of governments. Since their independence 
	from Spain in 1825, Bolivia has had almost 200 governments. Since 1945, 
	Italy saw 57 governments and 22 Prime Ministers.&lt;/div&gt;
It's a first person shooter where you shoot the first person you see in the 
surrounding. Well, my brother followed that rule too well and ended up shooting 
down his teammates and the guys he needs to save. Blunder.&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps buying the game itself is a blunder for him and for me. I transacted 5 
bucks more my emergency financial unit for his birthday present. The game cost 
about 50 bucks and I'm being nice to offer 5 bucks to discount him a little. 
Am I being nice or being very nice? [Both of course.]&lt;br&gt;
There's no string attached you know. Really. I even offered to treat him with a 
pie in Burger King and, unlike my much-desired wish, it'd be served into his 
mouth and not his face. Much of my brother's dismay (and my dismay too), it 
didn't happen, Burger King sold out their pies. Shucks, I was in the pie mood 
today.&lt;br&gt;
But why a blunder for him and for me? Well, firstly it's a blunder for him. He 
went to a computer shop and bought Counterstrike thinking it's the cheapest. He 
explored West Mall (local mall) on the weekends and somehow confirmed it.&lt;br&gt;
So today, being a wonderful elder brother, I went right down to West Mall just 
to bring him 50 bucks as he doesn't have enough money at the moment. He made 
that purchase excitedly and very promptly too. I went into that shop and was out 
within seconds!&lt;br&gt;
It's so stupid to go to West Mall for less than 5 minutes and returned home, so 
I told my brother to follow me to Harvery Norman (Australian electric appliance 
store I believe) to check out the selling price for the digital camera I bought. 
And I saw some games at Harvey Norman, one of which never seemed more familiar - 
Counterstrike: Condition Zero.&lt;br&gt;
Well, the thing that saddened my brother is the fact that Harvey Norman sells at 
SG$47.90 and includes a free game called &amp;quot;Die Hard&amp;quot; while the one at the 
computer store gave a free useless sling bag that probably just cost a dollar to 
manufacture. I wouldn't bring that sling bag out, it looks so stupid with 
counterstrike characters imprinted on them. Neither him I believe.&lt;br&gt;
My brother proposed the strangest plan ever. He wanted to returned to that 
computer shop hoping that they'll return him the 50 bucks and later buy it from 
Harvey Norman. I told him it's impossible and stop being childish and his 
stupidity has overruled him.&lt;br&gt;
Turns out that the stupid one's me. My brother is actually able to exchange the 
game (intact)! He told the shopkeeper he doesn't want the game anymore and the 
shopkeeper actually returned the 50 bucks. &amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;Whatever the hell 
just happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
We then head back to Harvey Norman to make that purchase. He is very happy he 
saved 2 bucks and got an extra game.&lt;br&gt;
As for why is it a blunder for me.. Well, now my brother is hogging the 
computer, playing that game and I can't use it. Damn. Big blunder for me, should 
have discourage him getting the game.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108661255042652078?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108661255042652078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108661255042652078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661255042652078' title='blunder//strike'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108645533476543414</id><published>2004-06-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:18:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image//within</title><content type='html'>I've been watching quite a few movies recently. First, there was Van Helsing 
with my cousin, Jonathan. Then there was Troy with Benedict and Cui Xia. And 
there was The Day After Tomorrow with my girlfriend two days before yesterday. Today, I went to Suntec 
City (local mall) to catch Harry Potter riding on his broomstick with my younger 
brother, my aunt and my uncle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Movie Quotes&lt;br&gt;
	Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to 
	Professor Snape and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of 
	other people's business.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Harry Potter&lt;/div&gt;
I can't say I am fully blown by the effects of the movie. It does showcase some 
interesting effects, I especially enjoyed the bus ride that Harry Potter rid on. 
It's much more enjoyable than the one I ride to Suntec City on.&lt;br&gt;
After the movie, we split and I proceeded to meet my mother at City Hall train 
station. Our destination? Nope, it's not Hogwarts. I can't possibly be going 
Hogwarts all the times. -yawn- I went to Singapore Expo. Unlike Hogwarts, where 
the wizards and likes gather, Singapore Expo has a PC Show where the geeks and 
likes gather.&lt;br&gt;
It's a long ride, it never felt more boring, even with my mother in the train. I 
wished I had a train conductor like Harry's bus conductor, my ride would be much 
exciting (and dangerous). But screw Potter. The highlight of my day is the PC 
Show 2004.&lt;br&gt;
The PC Show is filled with people both young and old. In Singapore, PC Show is 
very much a family affair somehow because you can see a few father walking 
enthusiastically from one end to the other while his wife tagged along carrying 
a kid.&lt;br&gt;
However, seeing these family outing aren't the strangest sight of them all. The 
strangest is seeing a Mac in the PC Show! Maybe Apple made a mistake and joined 
the wrong show. They should have been in The Heeren (another local mall with 
HMV) promoting iPod and iTunes. But today they're at the PC Show promoting the 
same thing plus some other software. So much for PC Show.&lt;br&gt;
Since Apple is there marketing Macs, you can't blame Microsoft marketing Xbox-es 
and local telecommunication giant - SingTel - trying to get people to sign up 
1,500 Kbps ASDL connection services. Xbox is going at a super low price there, 
SingTel is offering that 1,500 service at the cost of their 512-equivalent 
service too! You people might want to head down and join the squeeze next 
morning.&lt;br&gt;
What I am really interested is none of the above I mentioned, not even Harry 
Potter. I am interested in a digital camera. I walked around watching one after 
another digital camera from Sony badly overcharged and finally settled on a 
Konica Minolta one.&lt;br&gt;
Why Konica Minolta? Well, my mother thinks the salesperson is the friendliest of 
them all and she's paying for half of the camera. Indeed he is the friendliest 
and my father ought not to know about this. Actually only reason that my mother 
found him friendliest is because none of the other spoke Mandarin, the language 
that my mother loved (and only understand).&lt;br&gt;
We took an-hour train ride home. Felt tired, so much that I never intended to 
switch on the computer if not for typing this post and spending 2 hours 
exploring the digital camera. And because I spend 2 hours playing around with my 
new friend, I have to make a post on 1:10 a.m.. What the hell, I will have to 
post with a date that's one day after. If only I had Hermione's Time-turner 
(just a less fancy name for a time-traveling device).. Hey, I do have. [The time 
of post has been changed to 11:10 p.m. from 1:10 a.m., i.e. 2 hours back.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and wisestkid [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108645533476543414?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108645533476543414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108645533476543414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645533476543414' title='image//within'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108628931857926809</id><published>2004-06-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T03:01:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creativity//locked</title><content type='html'>There are many ways to earn an extra buck for companies. They can go around 
suing rivals. These lawsuits are often caused by patents. 
&lt;a href="http://www.eweek.com/article2/0,1759,1594289,00.asp"&gt;eWeek&lt;/a&gt; reports Apple recently filed a 
patent (&lt;a href="http://appft1.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO2&amp;Sect2=HITOFF&amp;p=1&amp;u=/netahtml/PTO/search-adv.html&amp;r=1&amp;f=G&amp;l=50&amp;d=PG01&amp;S1=Apple.AS.&amp;OS=AN/Apple&amp;RS=AN/Apple"&gt;U.S. Patent Application 20040098406&lt;/a&gt;) which covers &amp;quot;information-bearing 
windows whose contents remain unchanged for a predetermined period of time 
become translucent.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Hair on the head grows for between two and six years before being replaced. 
	Men loose about 40 hairs a day. Women loose about 70 hairs a day. In the 
	case of baldness, the dormant hair was not replaced with new hair.&lt;/div&gt;
If you're wondering what the hell is Apple talking about. Well, I am not very 
sure either. But I suppose what they meant is that the window will fade away 
when the user didn't use that particular windows. I made a program to illustrate 
what I think that patent covers. Click 
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/applepatent.zip"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to download an application I made 
(with Microsoft Visual Basic .NET). This program requires Microsoft .NET 
Framework to function. &lt;br&gt;
This is how to check if you have the .NET Framework. Firstly, you download the 
application I made form
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/applepatent.zip"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Then 
determine if there's an error message. If there's one, download your free copy of the .NET Framework
&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?FamilyID=262d25e3-f589-4842-8157-034d1e7cf3a3&amp;DisplayLang=en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, 
it's for Windows machines. [Well, the right and non-lame way to check for .NET 
Framework being installed is go to your Control Panel and then to Add or Remove 
Programs. Scroll down and check you have &amp;quot;Microsoft .NET Framework 1.1&amp;quot; in the 
list. If you do, you have Microsoft .NET Framework 1.1 installed and need not 
install anymore unless you're super free.]&lt;br&gt;
I thought it's a really common thing that shouldn't be patented at all. I heard 
that AIM is using that feature too. It's believed that the patent filing 
movement is aimed at Microsoft. Windows XP successor - Windows codenamed 
Longhorn - demonstrated a similar feature as part of Avalon, which is the 
graphical presentation system of Windows codenamed Longhorn.&lt;br&gt;
But just as critics cry foul, 
&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/06/02/1086058889577.html"&gt;The Sydney Morning Herald&lt;/a&gt; reported Microsoft has 
been granted a patent for double-clicking (&lt;a href="http://patft.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO1&amp;Sect2=HITOFF&amp;d=PALL&amp;p=1&amp;u=/netahtml/srchnum.htm&amp;r=1&amp;f=G&amp;l=50&amp;s1=6,727,830.WKU.&amp;OS=PN/6,727,830&amp;RS=PN/6,727,830"&gt;U.S. Patent 6,727,830&lt;/a&gt;). [What the 
hell, you can even patent that.] The inventors have been cited as Charlton E. Lui and Jeffrey R. Blum and the assignee is Microsoft Corporation.&lt;br&gt;
Patents are a good idea, but they can easily be abused. Apple's move is clearly 
to safe guard that feature from the hands of Microsoft. And Microsoft's move is 
clearly to, I don't know what they're thinking, double-clicking is a really 
scary thing to be patented.&lt;br&gt;
Double-clicking has become so popular. I don't think Windows is the only 
operating system that uses it too. It's no doubt good money to earn though. 
Imagine having to license such a &amp;quot;technology&amp;quot; to others for a fee.&lt;br&gt;
Patents aren't the best things on Earth. They did well in protecting rights, but 
it does, to a some extend, limits creativity. How are you going to work on 
something and only to discover that what you're working on clashes with some 
other companies' patents?&lt;br&gt;
With this, creativity is likely to be restricted. IBM and Canon seemed to be 
very proud of the fact that they file many patents every year. With more and 
more patents are granted each year, if I were to be an inventor, the chances of 
me &amp;quot;inventing&amp;quot; something that clashes with someone else's patents also increase.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt; and sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108628931857926809?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108628931857926809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108628931857926809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628931857926809' title='creativity//locked'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108619003478426101</id><published>2004-06-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:27:14.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasurable//rumor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we celebrate our 2nd month &amp;quot;anniversary&amp;quot;. Yeah, I know &amp;quot;anniversary&amp;quot; 
is the wrong word to use, but I can't think of another word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	In 1932, when a shortage of cash occurred in Tenino, Washington, USA, notes 
	were made out of wood for a brief period. The wood notes came in $1, $5 and 
	$10 values.&lt;/div&gt;
She's the most reserved girl in class. She speaks little. Or shall I say, she 
speaks least. Words are rare from her. In class, she's doesn't talk much, she 
sits up attentively. At least, she seems to, she says she's day dreaming 
actually.&lt;br&gt;
Her lower secondary math teacher looked at her after one semester has passed and 
insist that she is not from the class. She's quite invisible to me. I didn't 
notice her much. The first few days of my second year, I noticed there are 5 
girls in my class. Out of the 5 girls, I can only recall 4 girls' name. I can't 
remember the fifth girl's name. Her name. I often have to think really hard to 
dig out her name.&lt;br&gt;
Last October, she brought her digital camera to school. Took a class photo [some 
people missing though]. She send the images through email or instant messengers. 
I got it through MSN Messenger. I chatted with her.&lt;br&gt;
For 3 hours. I can't say it's rare for me to chat for 3 hours, it did happen 
before. But my chatting with her is quite different. It's continuous, something 
it's drifting from topic to topic. We chatted in length. Strangely, time past 
really fast. Through chatting, I start to know a person I never noticed much.&lt;br&gt;
The new semester comes and we meet each other in school. But we didn't talk much 
in school. I wanted to talk to her in school, but I thought if we just start 
talking like we're pals from secondary school all of a sudden, it's going to 
appear strange. So I came up with this less than brilliant idea to talk to her 
gradually. Unfortunately, it backfired. She thought I was pretending not to know 
her purposefully and she follow suit.&lt;br&gt;
We met up a couple of times, somewhat secretly. Two of us only and I didn't 
announce to anyone in school. She's really punctual. I recall always have to 
contact my friend to query on his or her current location when they're five 
minutes late. Her records quite clean in that.&lt;br&gt;
After a while, some of our classmates from my clique started noticing that I 
spoke to her sometimes. I can't say I speak to her much in school, but the thing 
that really stood out is that fact that she doesn't speak much to guys. So my a 
couple of my friend falsely assume that we're together to tease me. That's when 
a rumor starts.&lt;br&gt;
She doesn't know of the rumors existence. I hope she doesn't too, with the fear 
that if she knew, she might avoid me in school or something. I don't like this 
rumor, I ignore them all the time. But words still reach her ears in the end.&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't until March that we discussed about this rumor. It feels strange 
discussing. It turns out that she is used to having rumors concerning her and 
doesn't seem to mind another. For me, I can ignore that rumor too, but I still 
prefer not to have that rumor growing.&lt;br&gt;
On April 1, we stopped this rumor. Not by presenting a press conference to clear 
things up, but by realizing the very rumor they're spreading. &lt;br&gt;
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	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and 
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108619003478426101?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108619003478426101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108619003478426101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108619003478426101' title='pleasurable//rumor'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108601393470101772</id><published>2004-05-31T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:32:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing//jeans</title><content type='html'>Wei Liang invite me along to check out his work place, after which I get 
introduced to his supervisor. The main point of this trip is to work there of 
course and work there I did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Britain has invented a new missile. It's called the civil servant - it 
	doesn't work and it can't be fired.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Walter Walker&lt;/div&gt;
Last night, I set my trusty cell phone to wake me up at 5:45. I sat up on my 
bed, looked around and lie back onto my bed after I press the &amp;quot;snooze&amp;quot; button. 
Soon after, the phone beeped again, I press the &amp;quot;snooze&amp;quot; button. Soon after, the 
phone beeped again, I press the &amp;quot;snooze&amp;quot; button. Okay, you get the idea, yes, I 
pressed the snooze button.&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, I woke up at 6:30 officially. I took a quick bath and rushed off to meet 
Wei Liang. I didn't know the work place and Wei Liang, whose details I forgot to 
mention earlier, is my neighbor. That fellow is sick but he insists to go for 
work and knock of earlier even though I repeated highlight that it's okay, he 
can go see the doctor and stay home, don't care about me. [Actually the main 
reason is that I myself is still half awake when I messaged him through my cell 
phone and I don't feel like working, lol.]&lt;br&gt;
We set off to the work place. The traveling is a horrid, it's an hour long and 
the bus is filled with people going to work and some spoke Alien (language). Wei 
Liang slept in the bus as I tried to observed the industrial estate. It wasn't 
long that I give up observing; I figured I won't be coming alone to this place 
after all as the surrounding buildings, except for the colors, look freaking 
similar.&lt;br&gt;
Just a minute before we reached the work place, my pal woke up and start 
pointing out landmarks. I nodded confidently although I am equally confident 
that I can't hear a word he spoke. He had this sore throat and needs the doctor 
badly. And he even proudly announced to me he had eaten 5 peanut butter 
sandwiches on Saturday to result in such a state.&lt;br&gt;
Finally the destination is reached. Excitedly, I walked into the building seeing 
nothing but crates and crates. Disappointed with the interiors, I marched into 
the so-call workplace that mysteriously like an abandon medical facility (just 
that they're packing jeans).&lt;br&gt;
The work looks simple - pack jeans into the boxes and listen to the other 
worker's chatter. They spoke in Hokkien, a Chinese dialect that I am supposed to 
be familiar with and they're talking about their sons and daughters. I didn't 
mean to eavesdrop, I can't too, it's encoded. They spoke too fast that not much 
got into me.&lt;br&gt;
I'll elaborate my job scope further. I am supposed to pack 18 jeans into a box 
and every box I pack earn me a dollar. Sounds good? My foot.&lt;br&gt;
Let's elaborate my job scope even further. I have to arrange the jeans nicely 
(yeah yeah, as expect of me, I didn't follow this rule) in a plastic bag and 
tape the bad up. Then dump 18 of which into a box. Every box you pack earns you 
a dollar. Do as many as you want until you're fed up with it.&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
If you're a computer, you can read this:&lt;br&gt;
Dim i As Integer&lt;br&gt;
Dim j As Integer&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Do&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For j = 1 To 18&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ArrangeNeatlyInPlasticBag(Jeans)&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PlaceInside(Box[i])&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i = i + 1&lt;br&gt;
Loop Until MyMood = &amp;quot;Frustrated&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
MessageBox.Show(&amp;quot;I packed &amp;quot; &amp;amp; i * 18 &amp;amp; &amp;quot; jeans into &amp;quot; &amp;amp; i &amp;amp; &amp;quot; boxes. I earned a 
total of SG$&amp;quot; &amp;amp; i &amp;amp; &amp;quot;.&amp;quot;)&lt;/div&gt; 
The output is a message box showing &amp;quot;I packed 1026 jeans into 57 boxes. I earned 
a total of SG$57.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
Well, the pay is quite good, but it's a lot of hard work and it's 
speed-dependent. Wei Liang earned SG$34 in his first day. I returned home tired, 
totally beaten. Which is precisely why I have to apologize - I can't continue 
anymore; I'm too tired.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108601393470101772?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108601393470101772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108601393470101772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108601393470101772' title='packing//jeans'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108593130216612034</id><published>2004-05-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T23:35:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stubborn//americans</title><content type='html'>I have another joke today. This one's from Feng Li. Recently, I have been 
reading my emails and clearing them. I spend lesser time with my computer 
recently and my computer's very upset by crashing twice as frequently as before.&lt;br&gt;
This evening, I switched it on and checked my Hotmail account much to my 
computer's pleasure, she loves reading the jokes people send me too. Here's 
another one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
BRITISH : Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South, to avoid a 
collision.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
U.S. NAVY : Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a 
collision.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
BRITISH : Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the South 
to avoid a collision.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
U.S. NAVY : This is the Captain of US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR 
course.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
BRITISH : Negative. I say again. You will have to divert your course.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
U.S. NAVY : THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN. THE SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN 
THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE 
CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 
DEGREES NORTH. THAT'S 15 DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN 
TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
BRITISH : We are a lighthouse. Now fuck off.&lt;/div&gt; 
I don't know if this thing really happened. The email claimed that it really did 
but I am not quite convinced. It's probably written by another anti-American 
fellow.&lt;br&gt;
If this really happen, the U.S. Navy ought to reflect on their behaviors and 
perhaps make use of their GPS satellites to differentiate a ship from a 
lighthouse better.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108593130216612034?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108593130216612034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108593130216612034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108593130216612034' title='stubborn//americans'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108584628769232948</id><published>2004-05-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:58:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bossy//asshole</title><content type='html'>Jinyao sent me this shit. He is my friend of polytechnic first year, we used to 
hang out at Food Court 1 eating from the noodle stall. It's been a while since 
we last talk nonsense together. So, to reminisce the many nonsensical jokes 
we've exchange, here's one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. &lt;br&gt;
The brain said, &amp;quot;I should be boss because I control the whole body's responses 
and functions.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The feet said, &amp;quot;We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to 
where he wants to go.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The hands said, &amp;quot;We should be the boss because we do all the work and earn all 
the money.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs, and the eyes until finally 
the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the 
Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet 
twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually 
they all decided that the asshole should be the boss, so the motion was passed. 
All the other parts did all the work while the boss just sat and passed out the 
shit! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Moral of the story: You don't need brains to be a boss - any asshole will do. &lt;/div&gt; 
Any asshole can be a boss. I disagree on that statement actually. It's not the 
first time I see this joke too. It's probably been round the world for several 
times, like most forwarded mail. I never got tired of these jokes.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and 
	&lt;a href="http://solitary-wolf.blogspot.com/"&gt;si1ent&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108584628769232948?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108584628769232948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108584628769232948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584628769232948' title='bossy//asshole'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108571331357668842</id><published>2004-05-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T11:01:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semestral//surprise</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is fresh out the school (microwave) oven. I gotten my results 
already. I'm very happy with it. This semester is indeed better than the 
previous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
These are my results:&lt;br&gt;
Metabolic biochemistry - B &lt;br&gt;
Molecular biology - B &lt;br&gt;
Basic immunology - B &lt;br&gt;
Introductory bioinformatics - B &lt;br&gt;
Visual basic programming - Distinction&lt;br&gt;
Database management systems - A&lt;/div&gt; This is the first semester I had in 
polytechnic that I don't get a C! This is also the first semester I had in 
polytechnic that I gotten an A for a module other than the awfully lame 
Character Education.&lt;br&gt;
I gotten a distinction for Visual Basic Programming, I am really happy for that, 
I didn't see that coming. And for Database Management System, yes I hope for an 
A and I gotten an A indeed. It seems that computer modules are my strength. I'm 
in the wrong course. Definitely wrong course. [I am in Biotechnology in case 
you're wondering.]&lt;br&gt;
And for all my biotechnology-related modules I got a B. &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; is for Apple and I 
guess &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; is indeed for Biotechnology. No mistake in that one. I seriously don't 
deserve a B is Metabolic Biochemistry frankly.&lt;br&gt;
I am really happy right now. My girlfriend's results are fine too, I won her 
this time though. This is her best performing semester so far. It's definitely 
mine too.&lt;br&gt;
I never thought I'll get these results this semester. Having a girlfriend didn't 
pull down my module results too. In fact my results improved.&lt;br&gt;
Most of my friends did alright too. As far as I know, all of them passed, and no 
one is required to take a retest. I haven't told my mother about these results 
but I think she should be happy about it. And if she is happy, maybe I'll 
request her to pay for my web hosting fees, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Edit: Okay, someone called me moments ago to announce that he failed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	ben,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://solitary-wolf.blogspot.com/"&gt;si1ent&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108571331357668842?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108571331357668842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108571331357668842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571331357668842' title='semestral//surprise'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108559167115286376</id><published>2004-05-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T01:15:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>migration//wordpress</title><content type='html'>I have a tiny plan to share. I have a plan to migrate. Not physically migrate 
though. I plan to migrate away from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blog*Spot&lt;/span&gt; to another service.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The 1967 Russian movie War and Peace had 120,000 extras. The South Korean 
	movie Monster Wang-magwi from the same year featured 157,000 extras. The 
	1945 German movie Kolberg had 187,000 and the movie with the most extras, 
	the 1982 British movie Gandhi, featured 300,000 extras.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger &lt;/span&gt;has been a great home for me. I appreciate what they offer. I would 
recommend &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger &lt;/span&gt;to anyone at any time. But still I am hungry for more 
services. What I am looking for is web space. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger
&lt;/span&gt;doesn't offer that.&lt;br&gt;
I plan to upload pictures online. And speaking of pictures, I need a digital 
camera to take picture. I plan to buy it. It's not for the blog thing actually. 
My family doesn't own a camera at home since a long time ago and I take around 3 
pictures per year only. Very pathetic I know. And it's all taken by others and 
they developed the photos for me.&lt;br&gt;
Firstly, there needs to be a domain name, like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;www.blogger.com&lt;/a&gt; or something. 
Since my blog is called &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;//beconfused&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I'll get 
&lt;a href="http://www.beconfused.com"&gt;www.beconfused.com&lt;/a&gt;. I 
am happy that it's available, it used to be occupied months ago, and seems like 
the owner moved out. So I purchased the domain 
&lt;a href="http://www.beconfused.com"&gt;www.beconfused.com&lt;/a&gt;. And I need to 
get a web host to host my site at &lt;a href="http://www.beconfused.com"&gt;www.beconfused.com&lt;/a&gt;. [If you have checked, it 
points to &lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com"&gt;beconfused.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; right now.]&lt;br&gt;
Getting a web host is not easy though, I've seen many negative reviews about web 
host. I've seen stories about web host companies closing down and subscribers 
losing their site. It happens to quite a few web host companies. It's really 
hard to find one that I can trust. I haven't found one yet.&lt;br&gt;
So, leave the web host thing aside. There's another thing to consider - which 
blogging software to use. I looked around and decide to settle with 
&lt;a href="http://www.wordpress.org/"&gt;WordPress&lt;/a&gt;. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WordPress &lt;/span&gt;uses &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;PHP &lt;/span&gt;web scripting. Web scripting is something that I'll be 
learning next semester, but sadly it's &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;ASP.NET&lt;/span&gt;, not 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;PHP &lt;/span&gt;I think. Most of the 
time, I can't apply what I learn anyway, so it's okay.&lt;br&gt;
The reason why I chose &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;PHP &lt;/span&gt;is that when I read the codes, I understand what 
they're coding about and that's really important to me because I'll be running a 
software myself, I better have a bit of understanding on the coding.&lt;br&gt;
I ran a web server software in my computer and installed &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt;, the more I 
use it, the more I like it. It's the interface and features that attracted me. 
So, no &lt;a href="http://www.movabletype.org/"&gt;MovableType&lt;/a&gt; for me. I found something I like better. [&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;pketh&lt;/span&gt;: that's based 
on personal opinion of course, hahaa]&lt;br&gt;
I got a bit of layout up for that already too. But it's not compatible with 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;'s template. The reason why I haven't been updating my layout for so long 
is as follows. Firstly, there's no time during my schooling days, I'm quite busy 
with other things. Secondly, I did plan to deliver 1 layout, but failed in it. 
Thirdly, my school ended, but I ended up making a layout for 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly 
but certainly not least, my girlfriend says the current &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ayumi
&lt;/span&gt;one looks nice.&lt;br&gt;
I'll do things step by step. It'll be completed in a month's time. Oh, I'll also 
redesign the &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ayumi &lt;/span&gt;layout to make it compatible with 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt;. [..but my 
girlfriend likes it.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and 
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108559167115286376?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108559167115286376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108559167115286376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559167115286376' title='migration//wordpress'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108550003432519723</id><published>2004-05-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T23:47:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>narrative//english</title><content type='html'>In secondary school, there's this awful subject called &amp;quot;English&amp;quot;. Don't get me 
wrong, I don't hate English. If I dislike English so much, I won't be blogging 
in the very language you're reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	In 1961, Matisse's Le Bateau (The Boat) hung upside-down for 2 months in the Museum of Modern Art, New York - none of the 116,000 visitors had noticed.&lt;/div&gt;
English is an awful subject because I can't perform well. To the extend that I 
struggled to pass and in the event where I don't pass, I begged my teacher to 
give me extra points here and there so that I can at least pass. This thing went 
on till the every end of secondary school.&lt;br&gt;
And during 'O' levels examinations, I scored a C5 for English. I am happy that I 
pass already. So my English isn't good. The problem lies with comprehensions and 
probably compositions too. There's nothing wrong with my oral examinations I 
think. I can speak English quite fluently. &lt;br&gt;
But I can't comprehend the damn passage I am given. I take longer time to 
understand the passage. For compositions, I can't write descriptive writings.&lt;br&gt;
And both are the results of my lack of reading English books. I don't read 
novels, I can't bring myself to like them. I find them boring. The only books I 
read are non-fiction ones, like computer-related books. I find them much more 
interesting.&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps that's the reason why I tend to write narrative stuff better. Most 
computer books are written in a narrative way. And my blog's postings, they're 
usually quite narrative too. The word &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; gets mentioned a lot. Just scroll down 
to the bottom of my page, you'll see that word all around. I am trying to cut it 
down now.&lt;br&gt;
Some people told me my English has improved. Certainly it has compared to my 
secondary school results, due to this blog obviously. If only I know of this 
blog thing earlier. Then perhaps I'll get better scores for English.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108550003432519723?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108550003432519723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108550003432519723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108550003432519723' title='narrative//english'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108540966835270724</id><published>2004-05-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:41:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enhanced//motivation</title><content type='html'>Coming Wednesday, I'll know if I pass or fail my examinations of this semester. 
And coming Friday, I'll know the actual grades of my examinations. I never 
figured out why they give a 2 day processing time to reveal the actual grades 
when they have obviously keyed in the grades into the school database before 
Wednesday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Traffic jams are nothing new. In 45 BC, Rome banned all vehicles from within 
	the city - and in other cities vehicles, including horses, were allowed only 
	at night... because of traffic jams.&lt;/div&gt;
Is it a form of keeping us in suspense? I have no idea. I don't really mind too. 
I am excited to know about my results though. I won't score well, but I am still 
excited to see how I'll score. It's just like buying a lottery ticket. You know 
chances are high that you won't score but you're still willing to check the 
ticket in hope for Lady Luck doing her work.&lt;br&gt;
I didn't work really hard for this examinations. I can only blame it on my 
laziness. I am the last minute sort of person and it's seriously not doing me 
any good. It's very stressful and I'll be a goner if I can't study finish.&lt;br&gt;
However, allow me to defend myself over the last minute thing, although you 
probably have already figured out my defense isn't a clever one. Indeed it's not 
clever. Well, the reason is that I need the stress. I need the stress to drive 
me to study.&lt;br&gt;
Unlike some people, I can quite easily motivate myself to do studying. I can sit 
in front of my table quietly and start reading and taking down my own notes. [My 
so-call notes are actually just copying out the PowerPoint slides I am handed, 
lol]&lt;br&gt;
I can tell you quite frankly, based on the experience I had with my studying, 
that motivation doesn't help much. I need a stress. I need a deadline. I need.. 
something I need.&lt;br&gt;
A deadline can't be one I set myself too. And I, being a man of not much 
discipline, give myself far too much freedom. I always miss the deadline I set 
for myself. So I figured I shouldn't set deadlines for myself at all. It's very 
depressing to note that I missed one deadline and that affect another and so on.&lt;br&gt;
The only deadline that I don't miss is one that, well, cannot be missed. Like 
examination dates, I can't miss those, unless of course I go to the doctor 
claiming I have a headache and then demand a medical certificate.&lt;br&gt;
So I always study on the day before the paper. It's not motivation anymore. It's 
stress. But this stress thing works surprisingly well. At least I graduated from 
one level to the next with this method.&lt;br&gt;
There's a down side though, there will bound to be some times when I simply 
can't complete my studying and start cursing myself when doing the paper. And 
after the paper, I'll just regret and regret. And long after the paper, perhaps 
just days before my grades release, I'll just blog about it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky, tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108540966835270724?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108540966835270724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108540966835270724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540966835270724' title='enhanced//motivation'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108532077439904946</id><published>2004-05-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:59:34.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy//alarm</title><content type='html'>I dragged myself out of the bed this morning. Actually, to be precise, my mother 
dragged me out of my bed this morning. It's Sunday, also known as Church day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some 
	blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. 
	Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a 
	spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;A little while longer,&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; I announced, as I clearly fall back into deep sleep.&lt;br&gt;
She returned into my room, grumbling about something supposedly Mandarin but I 
can't seem to make out this content of the conversation. A repetition this event 
then occurs. About 3 times believe.&lt;br&gt;
It's the good morning ritual. My mother act as my alarm clock. She's a really 
good alarm clock. She's accurate most of the time. She is an early riser, she 
wakes at half past six in the morning on Sundays and at half past five in the 
morning on working days (i.e. Monday to Saturday).&lt;br&gt;
Occasionally, I am late, because she fail to wake me up. But then, hey, modern 
alarm clocks run on batteries and may run out without your knowledge. My mother 
has a chance to forget the time too.&lt;br&gt;
For the past don't-know-how-many years, she has been waking my brother and I up. 
Even if it's a morning phone call, that's counted too. I tell people that I wake 
at 6 sometimes. They call me crazy; I tell them to tell my mother about it.&lt;br&gt;
But seriously, she's a really good alarm clock. I mean, she's the very reason 
why I don't get to school late. I never bothered setting an alarm on a clock - 
hey wait a minute - I don't have a modern alarm clock. That's how reliable my 
mother is.&lt;br&gt;
I've taken this for granted for years. This action of waking me up, although 
simple, has been really helpful now to think of it. Think about it, I can't 
possibly be in school in time to copy homework in secondary school if not 
without her. I'm always early in secondary school, such a good student. A 
studious student. Okay, that doesn't explain my less-than-average scholastic 
achievements.&lt;br&gt;
So, in conclusion, she has been really helpful. She made me early to school to 
copy (very important, can't blame me - fierce teachers), that's one. Second, she 
set my pace of the day in place by waking me in time.&lt;br&gt;
However, I wasn't early all the time. At least not for this post. It should have 
been written on Mother's day and that's like 2 weeks or so ago. Happy Mother's 
day to all mothers reading. [I don't think I know mothers who read my blog.]&lt;br&gt;
Just a side note, there's a disadvantage to my mother being my alarm clock. Just 
one tiny one - the snooze function is defaulted at every 2 minutes. Asides that, 
it's all beautiful (and punctual).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt; and ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108532077439904946?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108532077439904946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108532077439904946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108532077439904946' title='mommy//alarm'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108514842762745948</id><published>2004-05-21T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:07:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conscionable//consumption</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning and I am having a stomachache. I just woke up 2 or 3 
minutes ago. Half-awaken, I walked towards my computer and pushed the button for 
the computer to start up. My life has been like this sometimes. Wake up, use 
computer, sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The first vending machine was invented by Hero of Alexandria around 215 BC. 
	When a coin was dropped into a slot, its weight would pull a cork out of a 
	spigot and the machine would dispense a trickle of water.&lt;/div&gt;
I am starting to review the food I ate yesterday evening to see if any of them 
could have been the culprit of the stomachache I have today. After some thought 
I realized that it's unlikely that any of them could have cause problems.&lt;br&gt;
If my mother were to be here and I were to tell her I had a stomachache, she'll 
blame it on my computer. She'll point to my monitors and say my computer 
produces radiation that is bad for my health, resulting in my stomachache. I'll 
just agree with whatever she says and rush to the toilet.&lt;br&gt;
If I go to the kitchen toilet, she'll continue to nag how she has feeds me with 
good food when I was a baby. And how I grew up and spoil my health by eating bad 
food. To her, all food is bad, except one that comes with rice or plain noodles. 
Western food like burgers and pasta are a no-no for her.&lt;br&gt;
She isn't open to western food. I don't really care, as long as it's edible, 
it's nice to munch on, now I'll just eat that. She doesn't like the idea of 
Japanese food too. My mother says in Mandarin, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;The sushi rice is so little, 
how can you be full?&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Eat 1 more sushi then,&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; I replied (and subsequently resumed my activity 
in the toilet).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;It won't make you full, you need to eat a meal&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Japanese lives longer. They eat sushi,&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; I answered (and resumed my 
much-urgent activity).&lt;br&gt;
And so, my mother explains, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;After I give birth to you, I have been feeding 
with all the healthy food, now you're spoiling your health by eating all the 
strange food. A meal must consists of..&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I didn't reply already. I resumed my toilet activity and prioritize that. 
There's no point arguing. It tires me. Her point is simple, she wants me to eat 
Chinese food and she wants me to choose rice, and try to avoid noodles.&lt;br&gt;
Some of the food she blacklisted are Thai (every damn noodle that offer), Malay 
(Nasi Lemak), Indian (Roti Prata), Italian (ziti, spaghetti, linguine and 
everything pasta), Japanese (sushi, she allows ramen though) and 
English/French/American (Burgers, continental breakfast, everything is banned) 
food.&lt;br&gt;
She's very troublesome, isn't she? Later, for lunch. Let's see, Italian food 
perhaps? Pizza. Yummy.&lt;br&gt;
[After I typed this post, surprisingly, my upset stomach has recovered.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108514842762745948?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108514842762745948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108514842762745948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514842762745948' title='conscionable//consumption'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108502158280252866</id><published>2004-05-20T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:30:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going//church</title><content type='html'>Going to churches on Sunday is the norm for many Christians. However, there's a 
minority that chose the digitalized version of such services.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The Bible is the world's best-selling book. Yeah, lots of people know this. 
	But did you also know that it is also the world's most shoplifted book?&lt;/div&gt;
For the benefit of the lazy asses of technologically-inclined Christians, God 
granted &lt;a href="http://www.shipoffools.com/church/index.html"&gt;Church of Fools&lt;/a&gt;. Of fools? Why of fools? Well according to the people 
who run the online service, it is due to it being a project of 
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.shipoffools.com/"&gt;Ship of Fools&lt;/a&gt;, a 
magazine for Christian unrest.&lt;br&gt;
Having said that, some computer hackers also brought unrest to the online 
church. 
&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/05/19/uk.online.church/index.html"&gt;CNN's Graham Jones 
[click for new article]&lt;/a&gt; reports that the online church has been forced into 
an urgent rethink after computer hackers logged in as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and disrupted 
services with four-letter expletives and racist remarks.&lt;br&gt;
Bogus &amp;quot;worshippers&amp;quot; -- they join the virtual church as 3-D cartoon characters -- 
have logged in as &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. They have greeted newcomers with: 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Satan &lt;/span&gt;loves you&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and disturb people who're praying with familiar-sounding 
four-letter words.&lt;br&gt;
The church is sponsored by 
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.methodist.org.uk/"&gt;The Methodist Church&lt;/a&gt; and is considered the first of 
its kind. You can pray there, but no sacraments there obviously. They say, 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe next time&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. [Anyway, how are you going to have Holy Communion there?] It 
is a &lt;b&gt;3D church&lt;/b&gt;. Now, you can't walk at the alter. Duh, I was looking forward to 
that, lol.&lt;br&gt;
There's a crypt too, where there're some Christian resource exhibition. There 
are red arm chairs there too. I'm sitting there right now while typing this blog 
posting. Well, it's very comfortable. You can bless a friend, cross yourself and 
rise your hands while saying &lt;i&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;
The service included a hymn, prayers, the collection &lt;i&gt;(via mobile phone)&lt;/i&gt; and the 
Lord's Prayer, which the congregation were invited to say in the language and 
version they knew best. They responded by keying in the famous prayer in 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;French &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
For a church that first went online on May 11, just days ago, they must have 
been quite unlucky to get attacked by computer hackers. [Being a church, they 
should forgive them right?] But this isn't the first setback they had.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Church of Fools&lt;/span&gt;' startup is interrupted by the sudden disappearance 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Reverend Jem 
Clines&lt;/span&gt;' online 3D avatars. It wasn't an attack from computer hackers. It turns 
on that the poor Reverend's computer, located 225 miles away, has apparently 
crashed.&lt;br&gt;
In the end, it's the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;bishop of London&lt;/span&gt; who saved the day. He was supposed to do 
some preaching of the sermon, but he did something extra by stepping forward to 
lead the (online) service.&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, the next service's on &lt;i&gt;May 16, 2004&lt;/i&gt;, a Sunday of course. 
&lt;a href="http://server2.cof.smhost.net/v10/"&gt;Log in&lt;/a&gt; at 9 p.m. BST, next preacher is 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Steve Tomkins&lt;/span&gt;. I'm leaving the sanctuary now. There're 2 
fellows looking so stupid. For the past 5 minutes, they have been raising their 
arms saying &lt;i&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt; to one another.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Click here to
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://server2.cof.smhost.net/v10/"&gt;Launch the Church&lt;/a&gt;, 
sources from CNN and the Church of Fools website itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108502158280252866?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108502158280252866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108502158280252866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502158280252866' title='going//church'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108493290833683598</id><published>2004-05-19T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T10:15:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bigger//better</title><content type='html'>Recently, there has been lots of talk about &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;'s 1GB web mail service. At 
first, it was thought to be an April Fool's joke [April Fool's is a great day, 
isn't it?], but it turned out to be a 
legitimate service. 1GB email? Is it too good to be true?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Towards the end of the Forrest Gump, Forrest narrates that his wife died on 
	a Saturday. When he is at her grave in the next scene, the tomb stone shows 
	her passing on March 22, 1982, which is a Monday.&lt;/div&gt;
Anyway, I signed up as a beta user of &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;'s 1GB service called &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; 
is one of the gay-iest mail provider names I have ever heard. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; can stand 
for gay mail. Or probably, the &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; marketing department is performing a word 
play with the word &amp;quot;g-string&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
Speaking of g-string. Anyone has any idea why g-string is called &amp;quot;g-string&amp;quot;? 
Because that reasoning may very well be the reason why &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; called their mail 
service &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt;. [Actually the &amp;quot;G&amp;quot; in &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; stands for 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; I believe.]&lt;br&gt;
In my humble opinion, 1GB is not needed for email currently. I think &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; is 
going to regret offering the 1GB email if too many people joins their services 
too. I don't think it'll be earning them money, even with the well-planned 
advertising.. er.. plan.&lt;br&gt;
If you think &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; is going to be the first offering 1GB to the public? Well, 
not exactly. &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Lycos Europe&lt;/span&gt; is the first. On Tuesday, 
&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=technologyNews&amp;storyID=5181555"&gt;Reuters 
[Click for new source]&lt;/a&gt; reports that web 
portal &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Lycos Europe&lt;/span&gt; beats &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; to market an email service offering 1GB of 
storage space. [&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; is currently in the beta stage only.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Lycos Europe&lt;/span&gt; is charging 3.49 pounds (US$6.15) per month for an ad-free email 
service. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; will be advertisement supported. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; targets users with 
promotional messages based on their email conversations.&lt;br&gt;
Personally, I like this idea with larger mailboxes. It's good that &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Lycos Europe&lt;/span&gt; 
and &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; is offering these 1GB mailboxes. But I'm sticking with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt;. And I 
am hoping that &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt; will increase their mailbox sizes. 2MB is too pathetic. 
May I just request for 4MB. It'll be a good blessing for the year.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108493290833683598?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108493290833683598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108493290833683598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493290833683598' title='bigger//better'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108480154132618110</id><published>2004-05-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:45:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five//halves</title><content type='html'>So I went to the cinemas and caught &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Van Helsing&lt;/span&gt;. And how is the movie? Well, 
better than expected. I was expected the film to be a total horrid after seeing 
people at the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt; [Internet Movie Database] calling it the worst movie of the 
year. I saw the reviews too, they're none to generous with the ratings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Measured in straight flight, the spine-tailed swift is the fastest bird. It 
	flies 170 km/h (106 mph). Second fastest is the Frigate, which reaches 150 
	km/h (94 mph).&lt;/div&gt;
Still, I want to watch &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Van Helsing&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to Universal's marketing campaign and 
the well-chosen name. The name sounds nice, perhaps it's because it reminded me 
of &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Hellsing&lt;/span&gt;, which is a Japanese animation series shown on television in 2001. 
[I never watched that animation.]&lt;br&gt;
The idea of throwing characters, whom people are familiar with, is a smart one 
indeed. However, the character development could have been better. Some 
characters came in the motion picture and never make a return appearance. I 
spend the walking-out-of-the-theatre time wondering what the hell happen to 
them.&lt;br&gt;
I thought for a while and figured it all out - they all went to hell. The movie 
isn't as bad as I thought. It's not going to be a film I am going to remember 
for more than a month though.&lt;br&gt;
Do you trust all these reviews you read on the internet or magazine? Personally, 
I do. I just continue to trust them even though I know that 70% of the time, 
their tastes differ from mine, lol.&lt;br&gt;
I return to the reviews after I watch the movie and giving thought to the 
reviews. I'm trying to align myself to the views of the so-call experts. After 
years of trying. I think I got it.&lt;br&gt;
Comedies, as a general, should not be getting greater than 4 stars.&lt;br&gt;
All romance comedies should get 3 stars. All romance only films should get 2 
stars. If the romance film is R-rated, it can be either 1 star or 5 stars 
depending on the gender of the reviewer. If it involves married couples in the 
scene, reviewers can choose not to give any stars.&lt;br&gt;
Action films have a chance of getting 5 stars, but only one movie should be 
appointed that 5-star honor per year. Action comedies are usually around 3.5 
stars. Action films with female Asian actresses are usually welcomed. Action 
films with male Asian actors aren't welcome unless the actor is 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Jackie Chan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Every damn epic, before-our-time film should get around 3 to 4 stars, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Russell 
Crowe&lt;/span&gt; may be included again too. If it's way before our human era, reviewers are 
only requires to rate the graphics of the dinosaurs.&lt;br&gt;
If it's an 2D animation, rate it 3. If it's a 3D computer animation, rate it 4. 
If the 3D computer animation attempts to draw human beings as real as possible, 
reviewers can choose not to include the movie in the review page at all.&lt;br&gt;
Van Helsing is under action films. 2.5 to 3.5 stars should be given to it. [Too 
exaggerated. Stupid scare tactics. And they bullied poor &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108480154132618110?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108480154132618110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108480154132618110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480154132618110' title='five//halves'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108463100245528974</id><published>2004-05-15T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:23:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted//software</title><content type='html'>I download these peer-to-peer (p2p) programs. It's not a great confession or 
anything. I believe all viewers of my blog have tried at least one of these. [hehee, 
they're great, aren't they?] These p2p applications include &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;KaZaA Media Desktop&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blubster &lt;/span&gt;etc.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The shortest verse in the NIV Bible is John 11:35: &amp;quot;Jesus wept.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
Well, as good as they may be, some of which comes with adware or spyware or 
probably even both. Of course, there are cleaner variations of the popular 
adware/spyware infested p2p applications. But that isn't the point.&lt;br&gt;
The point is that most normal computer users don't know and mind adware/spyware 
at all! Normal computer users refer to those users who don't use their computers 
to develop software or web sites.&lt;br&gt;
I went to my cousin's place and saw a couple of advertisements popping up upon 
the establishment of an internet connection. I asked him what's that about. He 
told him his Windows has this for a very long time. I offered to help with get 
rid of it of those.&lt;br&gt;
And his reply?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I gotten used to it, so don't bother.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
He doesn't know where they come from, and those it came with Windows. But 
judging on the many p2p applications he installed, there's no surprise if it 
comes from those.&lt;br&gt;
He said he found it annoying at first, but now, he learnt to live with it. He 
doesn't mind adware, those they shows advertisements. But what about spyware? Or 
perhaps, you wonder - what is spyware?&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Spyware is software that collects personal information from you without first 
letting you know what it's doing and without letting you decide whether this is 
OK or not. The information spyware collects can range from all the Web sites you 
visit to more sensitive information like usernames and passwords. You might be 
the target of spyware if you download music from file-sharing programs, free 
games from sites you don't trust, or other software programs from an unknown 
source.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
See the explanation? It's nicely written, I stole it from &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;'s web site, 
but you know that's not the point.&lt;br&gt;
The point is, these software are invading your privacy, especially spyware. You 
shouldn't be having those in your computer.&lt;br&gt;
There are some tools to help detect or remove these unwanted software. They are 
&lt;a href="http://www.lavasoft.de/ms/index.htm"&gt;Lavasoft Ad Aware&lt;/a&gt; and
&lt;a href="http://www.safer-networking.org/microsoft.en.html"&gt;Spybot Search &amp;amp; Destroy (S&amp;amp;D)&lt;/a&gt;. Both software are for
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing for the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Mac
&lt;/span&gt;people, why? Well, you see, I never heard of spyware for 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Mac &lt;/span&gt;people. I guess the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows
&lt;/span&gt;users are more blessed in this case 
(sadly).&lt;br&gt;
For more reading, you can read &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/security/articles/spyware.asp"&gt;Introduction to spyware&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;. It's written 
specifically for &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows XP&lt;/span&gt; users it seems nevertheless it's very well written 
and easy to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108463100245528974?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108463100245528974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108463100245528974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108463100245528974' title='unwanted//software'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108455165656715890</id><published>2004-05-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T00:25:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nick//two</title><content type='html'>Last month, on March 14, I posted
&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_beconfused_archive.html#107927606866871283"&gt;
something&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt; nicknames. So I 
suppose this is the return issue kinda thing. Today, May 14, I figured I'll post 
&amp;quot;nick//two&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;
I wished I could make it a weekly thing, but some of the people who uses the 
strangest nicknames, don't change that often. Waiting for 2 months would've been 
more then enough to watch their nicks change hopefully. Unless there is another 
me out there who simply refuse to change nicknames. I haven't been changing mine 
for years. I don't even remember. 2 years perhaps?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Their nicknames are written in such a format 
	usually: &amp;lt;nick&amp;gt; &amp;lt;a phrase&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Drak Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	What's &amp;quot;Drak&amp;quot;? Is it spelt incorrectly? I never heard of this word before.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;I witnessed the incident! On the frightening Mt. Akina downhill where a 
	scream echoes of Iketani in the third corner passing out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I don't know what's the purpose of this nickname. The sentence structure is 
	even problematic.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;YeAh SchOoL OvEr...BoooHooo AttAchMenT BegInS..&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;I feel you pain. The last time she got attached to a company, she didn't 
	get paid! She's attached to some government clinic that time. I hope she 
	gets paid now.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; D for Desmond&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Yes, I noticed. A for Alvin. B for Billy. C for Coconut. And D is for 
	Dumb.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Doing final Kobold &amp;amp; Petit runs in RO juz b4 i leave for Penang in a few 
	hours&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;I have no idea what he's talking about here except the back part.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; hot weather + boring day...everyday face com...sianz&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;See the bottom.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; lovin' the heat!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;See the top.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Use cotton bud to dig ur nose? Hygenic and Effective!!!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;This got to be one of the strangest nicknames I've seen. It's a good tip 
	though. Frankly speaking, I use the traditional method, hahaa. Okay, it's 
	time to change..&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; My Computer asking $$$$ from me again&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, these computer are so expensive to maintain. Now my computer 
	demands me to get a digital camera. I live in fear all day long in front of 
	my computer. I better get one for its sake soon.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; yeah...internet finally working after 2 days...&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;As far as I am concern, the world wide web is working fine, sending 
	terabytes and terabytes of information from country to country with no 
	significant problems.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;a lOuSy liFe&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Got it. My life isn't any better too.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;love makes the world go round!!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Gravity from the sun attracts the Earth and causes.. Well, never mind. I 
	get what you mean. Love does make the world go round I suppose.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;pEacE aNd hApPy??? dUn tHinK so.....&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;I wonder what happen to this guy. It's been a while since I last heard 
	of him. Judging from the nickname, he seems to have problems. Perhaps that's 
	one good reason to have these expressive nicknames.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; when you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Prevention is better than cure. Keep your mouth shut and you won't be in 
	deep shit at all. Just don't do that in oral examinations and job 
	interviews.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; Cheers to singlehood... wHaT's Ur PuRpOsE iN LiFe!?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Purpose? I am searching for a purpose too. I'm not in the mood to write 
	comments on this nickname. Nowadays, my mood isn't that fantastic I guess. 
	But it supposed to be the holidays..&lt;/div&gt;
I am noticing people's nickname more often now. The toaster alert thing helps a 
lot, although at times a nuisance. The toaster alert refers to the blue box that 
pops up on the bottom right of your screen when a friend comes online.&lt;br&gt;
Enough of this nicknames. I'm going to sleep. I hope my mood will be better 
tomorrow. To all my friends under the low-paying industrial training program - 
enjoy your work. Seriously. At least try to.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;, sky and
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108455165656715890?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108455165656715890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108455165656715890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455165656715890' title='nick//two'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108446245317382561</id><published>2004-05-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:34:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inaudible//reversion</title><content type='html'>My portable CD player. Okay, actually it's not &amp;quot;my&amp;quot;. Let's start again. Our 
portable CD player. Well, the earpiece that comes with it. They're 
malfunctioning. The right of it. Inaudible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so 
	regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for 
	us.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Alexander Graham Bell&lt;/div&gt;
Reason being, my brother and his clumsy hands. He pulled the wires of it too 
hard and the right earpiece produce no sound at all.&lt;br&gt;
It doesn't sound nice with only one side, so I rather not listen to my CD at 
all. [My music is stereo, some songs don't sound right. I guess that's because 
my &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;earpiece has malfunctioned.]&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday 
morning, I left for the train station. It's a 15 minutes walk. I usually listen 
to my player during the journey. But, thanks to my brother, I am able to 
appreciate the surroundings more than I used to.&lt;br&gt;
Yeah, thank him. No sarcasm attached. I missed out on a lot of things when 
listening to the music device while walking. Minus the device, I hear sounds of 
chirping, sounds of cars, sounds of people's running. These sounds fused 
together and result in a strange disorder. A disorder that I found to be 
artistically performed.&lt;br&gt;
It's hard to described. It sounds alive. My what-I-thought-to-be-boring 
neighborhood is actually alive.&lt;br&gt;
I haven't heard those sounds for so long. Probably ever since I gotten the music 
player. Without this music as a distraction. I instantly reverted back to my 
thinking mode. As I walk, I think. And I thought hard.&lt;br&gt;
A lot of negative things came to my mind. Events that I don't like to think 
about. And after that short 15 minutes walk, I reached my destination. I felt 
sad. I met up with my girlfriend, and well, I became much happier.&lt;br&gt;
It's really ironical. Without distraction, I am more aware of my surroundings. 
However, I start to think of situations that upset me. Perhaps a distraction 
isn't that a bad thing. These sounds of the surrounding aren't for me to 
appreciate. I can't. The journey started with appreciation and ended with 
self-pity.&lt;br&gt;
Today morning, I left my house to hand &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pecilius &lt;/span&gt;
some VCDs to watch over the holidays. I walked to the station again. This time, 
I brought a portable radio.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108446245317382561?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108446245317382561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108446245317382561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446245317382561' title='inaudible//reversion'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108420845093447601</id><published>2004-05-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T01:00:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger//botox</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't notice, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger &lt;/span&gt;has performed a 
facelift or the more popular botox on itself. The new site now features 
extremely huge buttons to navigate around the Posts, Settings, Templates etc.. 
It's good that they are providing improved visual aids to the needy like me, for 
example.&lt;br&gt;
They even come up with a built-in commenting service. I am quite impressed with 
what they did, I never though &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blogger &lt;/span&gt;will one day 
live to see commenting services, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Google polishes up Blogger site&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Google plans to introduce on Monday a redesigned Web site for its personal 
	publishing tool, Blogger. The new features are aimed at making it easier for 
	average people to run their Web site. Still a free product, the Blogger 
	revamp will enable people to publish to the Web via e-mail, a personal 
	digital assistant or a cell phone; to create simple &amp;quot;About me&amp;quot; pages that 
	can be linked to multiple Web logs; and to enable readers to post comments 
	to their sites. It also provides more than 30 templates for &amp;quot;blog&amp;quot; layout, 
	according to Google.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;As blogging has taken off, it's started to reach more mainstream users,&amp;quot; 
	said Evan Williams, founder of Blogger parent company Pyra Labs, which was 
	bought by Google last year. &amp;quot;Our focus has been to bring it to a wider 
	audience.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Source: &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/2110-1032_3-5208507.html"&gt;CNET News.com&lt;/a&gt; 
	(Written by Stefanie Olsen, Staff Writer, CNET News.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
There are new templates too, great for beginners, they finally offered more than 
the 5 boring-looking ones. Great job on the facelift, whoever the plastic 
surgeon is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108420845093447601?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108420845093447601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108420845093447601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420845093447601' title='blogger//botox'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108420018897764938</id><published>2004-05-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:43:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repent//sins</title><content type='html'>It's pre-constructed blog entries again. This is the worst of them all. It's 
from an email from last year, dated October 10, 2003. &lt;br&gt;
I kept it in one of my folders and forgot about it, lol. Anyway, this email is 
from &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yun Wen&lt;/span&gt;. A joke, as usual. Email is for jokes 
it seems. This is probably not the first time you see the joke, but there's 
still this freshness in it when I reread. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	Little Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. &lt;br&gt;
	His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his 
	mother what he wanted. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Little Leroy was a bit of a trouble-maker. He had gotten into trouble at 
	school and at home. Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to 
	get a bike for his birthday. Little Leroy, of course, he thought he did. &lt;br&gt;
	Leroy's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Leroy to reflect on his 
	behavior over the last year. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Go to your room, Leroy, and think about how 
	you behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you 
	deserve a bike for your birthday.&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Little Leroy stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a 
	letter. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Letter 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Dear &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
	I have been a very good boy this year and i would like a bike for my 
	birthday. I want a red one. &lt;br&gt;
	Your friend, Leroy &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, 
	so he tore up the letter and started over. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Letter 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Dear &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
	This is your friend, Leroy. I have been a pretty good boy this year and i 
	would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you. &lt;br&gt;
	Your friend, Leroy &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy knew this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started 
	again. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Letter 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Dear &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
	I have been an &amp;quot;OK&amp;quot; boy this year. I would really like a red bike for my 
	birthday. &lt;br&gt;
	Leroy &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Leroy wrote 
	another letter.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Letter 4: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
	I know i haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a 
	good boy if you just send me a red bike for my birthday. Please!&lt;br&gt;
	Thank You, Leroy&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a 
	bike. By now, Leroy was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that 
	he wanted to go to church. Leroy's mother thought her plan had worked as 
	Leroy looked very sad. &amp;quot;Just be home in time for dinner, Leroy's mother told 
	him.&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy walked down the street to the church at the corner. Little Leroy went 
	into the church and up the altar. He looked round to see if anyone was 
	there. Leroy bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. he slipped 
	it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the 
	house and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a 
	piece of paper and a pen. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Leroy began to write his letter to &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Letter 5: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
	I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.&lt;br&gt;
	SIGNED, YOU KNOW WHO&lt;/div&gt;
Well, there's nothing to post today. Not much events happen unless you want me 
to blog about &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Freelancer &lt;/span&gt;(a game), I finally reached 
Mission 10. BUT I cheated for a mission that got my ship exploding in thirty 
seconds. :(&lt;br&gt;
Looks like I won't be getting a birthday present from my mother too. Where's my 
pen? -starts writing &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Dear God&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt; 
	and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108420018897764938?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108420018897764938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108420018897764938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420018897764938' title='repent//sins'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108403442861585719</id><published>2004-05-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T00:43:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dictionary//off</title><content type='html'>Fact is, I have nothing to blog about today. I have nothing in my mind. I look 
around my computer and there's a dictionary on that computer table. Okay, I'll 
blog about dictionaries, as stupid as things can get.&lt;br&gt;
Firstly, I'll search the dictionary on the meaning of &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;dictionary&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Please wait.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
Dictionary &lt;i&gt;(n)&lt;/i&gt; - a book that gives a list of words in alphabetical order and 
explains their meanings in the same or another language.&lt;/div&gt; Okay, I thought 
they'll write something like:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Dictionary &lt;i&gt;(n)&lt;/i&gt; - you're reading the damn thing right now, you 
	idiot.&lt;/div&gt; 
My thick Longman dictionary has always been beside my computer so that I can 
check out the meaning of things or sometimes the spelling of the things I blog. 
Please don't ask me how I checked the spelling, I don't know how to explain too. 
[Apparently the word &amp;quot;blog&amp;quot; isn't in the dictionary.]&lt;br&gt;
Technological advances has caused many to moved to the internet for searches on 
word meanings. Web sites like 
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;, is one of the most visited web 
sites. [Then they started this 
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thesaurus.com"&gt;Thesaurus.com&lt;/a&gt; too.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds the most 
	discoveries, is not Eureka! (I found it!) but 'That's funny...’&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Issac Asimov&lt;/div&gt;
However, I still prefer the traditional dictionary. Because I can touch and flip 
the book. Plus it makes a good excuse when my mother see me reading a dictionary 
in front of a computer. I always tell her I am writing a chemistry report. Well, 
most of the time I am actually blogging or chatting.&lt;br&gt;
And &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Office&lt;/span&gt; software has this red underline thing to detect your 
mistakes in spelling. It isn't exactly foolproof obviously, but it's still good 
enough for me. [I use &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft OneNote&lt;/span&gt;, which is under the 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Office&lt;/span&gt; 
family, to type my blogs.]&lt;br&gt;
I like that feature, it's really helpful. However, I find myself losing 
confidence with my spelling. When I want to write a report on a paper, I need a 
spell checker. I check the dictionary for many words that I should have known.&lt;br&gt;
Just to let you know. Today, just for today, I switched off the auto-correct, 
auto-whatever-shit and red underlines. Everything is typed here without the 
extra help offered by the word processor. I even have to do uppercases!&lt;br&gt;
Try doing that on your next blog entry, you'll notice an instant drop in your 
confidence.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.pketh.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, sky and
	&lt;a href="http://starz-.blogspot.com/"&gt;kaixin&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108403442861585719?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108403442861585719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108403442861585719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403442861585719' title='dictionary//off'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108394658764265194</id><published>2004-05-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T00:44:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steam//powered</title><content type='html'>I am free. The examinations come to a close yesterday. I was home late after 
eating dinner with the girls. I mean - what could be better than eating a fine 
meal after examination? Well, there's still eating a fine meal after 
examinations with 4 girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Although the two-finger V for Victory sign is synonymous with Winston 
	Churchill, it actually was the idea of a Belgian refugee in London, Victor 
	De Laveleye.&lt;/div&gt;
The last paper is &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Metabolic Biochemistry&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it sounds cool. But I am totally uncool with the module. Which module requires you to study about 50 names of 
never-been-heard names of enzymes involved in around 7 never-been-heard 
metabolic pathways - &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Metabolic Biochemistry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
A total torture. Why am I studying things like - &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;&amp;quot;Phosphorylase kinase 
phosphorylates glycogen phosphorylse&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? [This is really in the notes.] It doesn't 
make sense to you? It's alright, it doesn't make sense to me too. It'll make a 
good tongue twister though.&lt;br&gt;
And my stupid girlfriend tells me the urea cycle is not important. And what came 
out in the 20-mark question in Section C? Enzyme deficiencies in the urea cycle! 
If I hadn't study, I'll be in deep shit, or rather deep urine. [She says I 
haven't been using much negative adjectives in my blog so I have to use one - 
&amp;quot;stupid girlfriend&amp;quot;]&lt;br&gt;
The paper ended, I came out of the hall happily seeing &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;. This time, I 
didn't ask how he fare for his exams. The last time I asked him he answered, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;No 
need to ask, it's the same answer.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; Okay, I get it, he is not in good condition.&lt;br&gt;
I went to marina south to eat dinner with my friends. They call what they're 
eating &lt;i&gt;steamboat&lt;/i&gt; I think. Years ago, I was still thinking of a boat that use 
steam as it's power source and travels around rivers and coasts. Well, 
apparently there's another meaning to it. It's just this pot for you to boil 
things. You just boil yourself and eat yourself. Okay, that doesn't look right, 
let's make it clearer - You just boil the food yourself and eat the food 
yourself.&lt;br&gt;
Before we had dinner, we made a detour to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bugis Junction&lt;/span&gt;. There is this machine 
there which is all dress in pink. Then you can enter and this spastic voice 
introduce you to the controls. After which, you take the pretty photos and you 
can do a quick edit to the picture you have taken within 180 seconds. They even 
time you 180 seconds! &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Photoshop &lt;/span&gt;is a much better machine, I can edit 180 minutes 
for all I care and it doesn't even bug you. [Please note: &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Photoshop
&lt;/span&gt;can crash 
occasionally and it'll get you screaming really mad.]&lt;br&gt;
It's the first time I been into such a machine. It quite expensive though. 2 
photos cost you 8 bucks [around 5 U.S. dollars]. It's cute, the girls like those 
a lot. &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;businessmen are really smart.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	Sam [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	yingru [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108394658764265194?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108394658764265194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108394658764265194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394658764265194' title='steam//powered'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108374812042304502</id><published>2004-05-05T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T17:11:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presidential//coincidence</title><content type='html'>I received this from &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt; regarding the history 
of both presidents Abraham Lincoln. I can't say I know them well, just an 
acquaintance. But John did tell me that he has some similarities with Lincoln. 
Pity that &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;John &lt;/span&gt;is assassinated or I can actually 
imagine us having sushi in a Japanese restaurant talking about Lincoln like he 
always do.&lt;br&gt;
Enough of my self pity, let's look at the history lessons &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;
Feng Li&lt;/span&gt; sent me on May 1, 2004. [I love Labor Day.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;br&gt;
	John F Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;br&gt;
	Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;br&gt;
	John F Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;br&gt;
	Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;br&gt;
	Both wives lost their husbands while living in the White House.&lt;br&gt;
	Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.&lt;br&gt;
	Both Presidents were shot in the head.&lt;br&gt;
	Now that's really weird.&lt;br&gt;
	Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.&lt;br&gt;
	Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.&lt;br&gt;
	Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;br&gt;
	Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.&lt;br&gt;
	Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln. was born in 1808.&lt;br&gt;
	Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.&lt;br&gt;
	John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.&lt;br&gt;
	Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.&lt;br&gt;
	Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;br&gt;
	Both names are composed of fifteen letters.&lt;br&gt;
	Now hang on to your seat.&lt;br&gt;
	Lincoln was shot in a theatre named &amp;quot;FORD&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
	Kennedy was shot in a car called &amp;quot;LINCOLN&amp;quot; made by &amp;quot;FORD&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
	Lincoln was shot in theatre and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.&lt;br&gt;
	Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theatre.&lt;br&gt;
	Booth And Oswald were assassinated before their trials.&lt;br&gt;
	And here's the kick....A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, 
	Maryland.&lt;br&gt;
	A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.&lt;/div&gt;
My examinations is ending tomorrow. After tomorrow there'll be no examinations. 
[Both sentences compliment each other a lot, ain't it?] After that, I'll be free 
from school.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	ben 
	and &lt;a href="http://silentyin.blogspot.com/"&gt;y|n`|uaN&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108374812042304502?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108374812042304502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108374812042304502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374812042304502' title='presidential//coincidence'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108364743305453198</id><published>2004-05-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:13:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game//around</title><content type='html'>Years ago, my parents got me a &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Compaq Presario&lt;/span&gt;. It's 
&lt;i&gt;Pentium 1&lt;/i&gt;, that time 
considered as quite high technology already. It cost about &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;SG$3,000&lt;/span&gt; I think. 
Well, computers weren't exactly the cheapest thing in town I guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The paper clip is invented in 1899 and later patented in 1901 by Johann 
	Vaaler.&lt;br&gt;
	[When I read this, I was thinking, &amp;quot;Huh? This thing has a patent?!&amp;quot;] &lt;/div&gt;
That time was still &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows 95&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know much about computers. The only 
thing I recall doing is to play one game of solitaire after another. You can't 
blame me you know, that's one of the few games I have in my computer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Compaq &lt;/span&gt;bundled that &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SimCity 2000 Constructor Kit&lt;/span&gt; but it's absolutely useless 
without the SimCity game itself. Why the hell do I want to construct buildings 
for &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SimCity 2000&lt;/span&gt; if I don't have the game?! What are the
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Compaq &lt;/span&gt;people thinking?&lt;br&gt;
Then there's another game that got me totally addicted, even up till now. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Minesweeper&lt;/span&gt;. Finding mines have never been so fun.&lt;br&gt;
But these are very basic games. After a couple of months with playing 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Minesweeper&lt;/span&gt;, I start playing online games at &lt;a href="http://www.shockwave.com"&gt;Shockwave.com&lt;/a&gt;. Didn't play for long 
though.&lt;br&gt;
One day, I called up my friend and ask him if he has got any good games. He 
recommended to me Age of Empires. So I followed the instructions and install the 
game.&lt;br&gt;
That copy of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Age of Empires&lt;/span&gt; is a pirated version. That time I really have the 
idea that pirated games are okay. Please don't sue me Microsoft, I got your
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Age 
of Empires&lt;/span&gt; game later from the stores and it's original. [Note to 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;: If 
you sue me, please withdraw your lawsuit soon. After which, send me an 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Xbox &lt;/span&gt;and 
tour me around your research faculty.]&lt;br&gt;
Then, there's also the all popular &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Red Alert&lt;/span&gt;. Most of my classmates are playing 
it. To tell you the truth, I kinda suck in that game. All I know how to do is to 
build Tesla coils and watch my enemies get fried. I really like the sound effect 
too.&lt;br&gt;
Most of the games I play requires me to build and build, raze and raze building. 
I like those types of games. Up till today, I still play this type of games.&lt;br&gt;
I upgraded. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Age of Empires 2&lt;/span&gt; came. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SimCity 3000&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SimCity 4&lt;/span&gt; came. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Red Alert 2&lt;/span&gt; 
and its expansion pack came. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows 2000/XP/2003&lt;/span&gt; includes 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Spider Solitaire&lt;/span&gt; 
which I find to be more interesting than the version of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Solitaire
&lt;/span&gt;that was 
originally bundled with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows 95&lt;/span&gt;. The only game that doesn't change is
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Minesweeper &lt;/span&gt;I guess.&lt;br&gt;
In the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Visual Basic Programming&lt;/span&gt; module that I took in school, we're forced to 
make a space game for a graded assignment. I worked alone for that one. It's a 
game called &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Alien Attack&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I'll post it for download soon. I need to update 
some codes as the high score system does not save high scores in your computer. 
It reads and submits the high score to a &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft SQL&lt;/span&gt; database that can only be 
access in school.&lt;br&gt;
This is the 3rd game I made, the most complicated one too. The first was &lt;i&gt;Hang 
man&lt;/i&gt;, then followed by this 4 by 4 game with tiles and you have to move them 
around to arrange them in numerical order after it's shuffled. Both are in
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;i&gt;Alien Attack&lt;/i&gt; game is made using the 
&lt;i&gt;not-so-basic&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Visual Basic .Net&lt;/span&gt; 
language. I'll post it soon. :)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Thanks to all whom have commented on my previous post.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, ben, sky,
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, Sam [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	yingru [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], *39. [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108364743305453198?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108364743305453198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108364743305453198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108364743305453198' title='game//around'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108342047565836734</id><published>2004-05-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T03:19:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart//fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;May 01, 2004.&lt;/b&gt; I woke up late in the morning. I lifted my cell phone and the words 
- 1 Message Received - was displayed.&lt;br&gt;
Happily, I go on to read the message. &lt;i&gt;[You see, few people send me messages, so 
I am happy.]&lt;/i&gt; It's from a girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
In her message: ..&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Happy 1 mth 
anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br&gt;
	To which I replied: ..Happy one month anniversary too, it's such a 
	coincidence that we both have it on the same day..&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[I truncated our 
messages to save space.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I sent that to my girlfriend. Today marks the day we're together for a month. So 
if you did the math, we got together on &lt;i&gt;April 1, 2004&lt;/i&gt;. Which, if you did you 
calendar flipping (and marking), it's &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;April Fool's&lt;/span&gt;. At least the fools did make 
a right choice to get together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Health Tip&lt;br&gt;
Vitamin A is known to prevent "night blindness," and carrots are loaded with Vitamin A. One carrot provides more than 200% of recommended daily intake of Vitamin A. Carrots have zero fat content too.&lt;br /&gt;So be good and eat your carrots.&lt;/div&gt;
I am not suppose to meet her today due to examinations. Thankfully, her notes is 
with me and I have to return it to her. I have to. It's a must! Or she can't 
study.&lt;br&gt;
So I went to her area. Okay, I guess that doesn't quite explain why we spend 1.5 
hours in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;
Ronald McDonald&lt;/span&gt; was there too. She says she wants a balloon and a hug 
from &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ronald McDonald&lt;/span&gt;.. [I can blow all the 
balloons she ever want and hug.. Oh, never mind.]&lt;br&gt;
She did some studying in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. I can't seem 
to study. She needs the slight chaotic environment to study while I need the all 
peaceful environment. She says it's too peaceful so she went into day dreaming 
mode.&lt;br&gt;
Hmmmp, That wasn't what I intend this post to be. It suppose to be a history 
lesson.&lt;br&gt;
So let's backtrack. [Okay, I'll backtrack myself since no one is responding.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;July, 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I step into the class. The first lesson was &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Web Publishing&lt;/span&gt;, about two-thirds of 
the class turned up. I looked around at my classmates. Fresh faces, I only know 
2 guys in class. One of whom was my previous classmates. The other is someone 
whom I chatted with [he wasn't there on the first lesson].&lt;br&gt;
I looked at the girls. I never saw any of my class' girls before. It only took 
2 seconds to glance and I concluded something - I'll find a girlfriend 2 years 
after.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;She is a very quiet person, always looking really bored. 
She seems to have only one friend. Talks to no other in class. Very low profile, 
probably the lowest in class. Oh, she's a sleepy person too.&lt;/div&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;August and September, 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
During a quantitative analysis class, I got bored. I went to other's desk [that 
teacher doesn't give a damn]. I went to her desk and peeped at what she's doing. 
She was playing &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Metal Slug&lt;/span&gt; on SNES emulator. &lt;br&gt;
Childish. [I have to admit that was similar to what I was doing during lower 
secondary.] Then she asked me if I want to play &lt;i&gt;[I suspect it's out of 
politeness]&lt;/i&gt;, I agreed &lt;i&gt;[it's out of politeness too]&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Okay, I suck in that game. I was having difficulty jumping around because I 
never hold my keys for longer than 200 milliseconds. But just when I was having 
difficulties, I heard her laughter. She was happy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;She is a very quiet person. Still looking very bored all 
the time. She now appears to have 2 friends. Good for her. She is shy. She is 
sarcastic too [I overheard a conversation]. As gloomy looking as she can be, she 
can laugh too. A rather strange person - how can a person be shy and sarcastic.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;October, 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We took a half-a-class photo. Snap snap, it's done, on her digital camera. She 
collected everyone's email address. I was added to her &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt; contact 
list.&lt;br&gt;
She initiated a chat with me to send me the photos. The photos are in bad 
condition, the resolution is disappointing. I agreed to do some image editing 
when I am free. We chatted online - &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;She is very reserved in reality. Rather 
computer-inclined, considering the number of words I got in return when I chat 
with her. She is sarcastic and funny when online. A nice chatter. I'll promote 
her to my favorites. She's probably having split personality too; she seems like 
a different person when chatting with me online.&lt;/div&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;November and December 2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's the holidays, no school, so we don't see each other. We chat sometimes. I 
like chatting with her.&lt;br&gt;
She knows the existence of my blog too. She told me that she likes my writing 
because it resembles that of &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Raymond Goh&lt;/span&gt;. I am flattered and went to check out 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Raymond Goh&lt;/span&gt;'s columns in the local magazine, 8 Days. Okay, my writing is far from 
his. I still got lots of work to do to reach his standard.&lt;br&gt;
I finally edited the class photo too. My service's quite slow. But it's free so 
don't complain. The results are quite satisfying for her at least. [I was 
disappointed when one fellow, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;i&gt;(jamin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, says there isn't much change. He plays 
too much games, eye-sight problem.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;A polite girl. If I hadn't known her online, I wouldn't 
have known this &amp;quot;side&amp;quot; of her. I conclude her mandarin really sucks. She is 
straightforward. She lacks this confidence that &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;L'Or&amp;eacute;al&lt;/span&gt; is looking for in their 
lip stick models. Seems to be quite a loyal friend. Honest too &lt;i&gt;[this is 
circumstantial]&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;January and February 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
School starts again. Boring. She looks bored once again. She doesn't speak to me 
in school. I don't too. Nobody knows we knew each other. Life is the same in 
school. In front of our computers, we're different.&lt;br&gt;
We appear to be total strangers in school. I daren't talk to her too. Maybe it's 
the length of time we spend talking through &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt; that we are so used to 
online chats that we can't break the barrier to speak in reality.&lt;br&gt;
One day, we went out together to study in &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't work very well though, 
I can't seem to study in the presence of background music.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Generally a well-mannered girl. There is shyness in her. 
Every time we meet up, we don't talk much. Worse than a 368 (lousy PC), we take 
a long time to start up. Her personality in reality and online world is still 
quite far. But I start to see the other &amp;quot;side&amp;quot; of her, just that it's in reality 
this time. We still do this chatting regularly.&lt;/div&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;March 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We spend nearly the entire week of March holidays at home and in front of the 
computer. She was trying to find some friends to go out with her but none of 
them are available. Well, I was available. So I volunteered. We went to the 
city.&lt;br&gt;
We chat regularly online. We only talk in real life when nobody is around us. 
Some classmates made fun of us, saying we're together or something. Strangely, I 
don't mind the rumors. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts: &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;I was wondering if she minds the rumors. I can't figure out that one. Her 
personality online and offline start to match a little more. Duh. Screw all 
	these 
character analysis - I like her. I'll tell her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;March 31 and April 1, 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We chatted online that night. It went over midnight, not usually though. It's 
April 1 already. This time, instead of chatting about our classmates or 
something, we were chatting about us.&lt;br&gt;
I was telling her that few know that we chat so much online. Soon the topic 
drifted to 2 other people who did this online chatting too. According to her, 
they chatted online for a year, they don't talk in real life.&lt;br&gt;
Curiously, I questioned if they had started talking to each other when in 
school.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Our conversation on &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	(12.57 AM) &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; Oh well they have gone steady.&lt;br&gt;
(01.00 AM) &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I start to think about all these rumors and thought what if I 
actually liked you.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;[The conversation went on with some obvious hints. She took long to reply. If I 
had asked her straight, she probably faint.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	..&lt;br&gt;
(01.31 AM) &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Her &lt;i&gt;[exact statements]&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; uh... not really this is indeed a odd 
conversation ok, this is stupid.. sigh, let me ask you straight... are those 
hints?&lt;br&gt;
(01.32 AM) &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me &lt;i&gt;[exact statements]&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; for once, i say you're reading right, hahaa. 
so let me ask you straight too can you be my &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	[you see, she is too 
sensitive and misinterpreted my words usually, sometimes, well.. occasionally]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
(01:35 AM) &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Her &lt;i&gt;[exact statements]&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; umm... you aren't kidding me are you? if 
you're not.. then... i suppose... &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[I won. Oh boy, I love this &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt;. Some 
	messages are rephrased and truncated.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't plan to tell her 
on &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;April Fool's&lt;/span&gt;. It'll be silly. But the 
conversation was right and I ended up confessing my love for her. I actually 
planned to asked on April 3, 2004, which is a Saturday and we're going out on 
that day. That plan didn't quite work out I guess.&lt;br&gt;
On &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;April Fool's&lt;/span&gt;, I went to school. We didn't announce anything on that day to 
our classmates. She was happily sending SMS-es to her friends to announce she 
has a boyfriend on purpose to see how many believed her. Well, she must be lying 
too much in the past, none of her friends believed her.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;April 5, 2004.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
On Monday. I met up with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; to walk to school together from the 
train station.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Conversation while walking to school&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;i&gt;[jokingly]&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; So how is your date with her?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Went okay.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang:&lt;/span&gt; You and she are close.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me &lt;i&gt;[laughs]&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; But she's my
	&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;
This marks the day when our classmates first know of our relationship. I hope it's nothing to do with my credibility in school, but 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; refuse to believe 
me. Note that this 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;fellow disappointed me 
because he refuse to believe me. He is the last person in the class to 
believe me.&lt;br&gt;
Likely because every time I tried to convince him, I ended up laughing. Just 
thought it is funny to see him totally confused.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;May 1, 2004.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Okay, you suppose to scroll up and read.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Note:
I am tired after doing all these typing. I took longer than I expected. Also, 
the post is getting too long. Thanks for your patience in reading about our 
little (long) story. You just read more than 1600 words. This is the longest 
post.
It's not the end though. I split this post into 2.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Also, in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, some fellow working in
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Sportslink &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;West Mall&lt;/span&gt; 
got murdered. He is studying in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Bukit View Secondary 
School &lt;/span&gt;I think. Well, 2 fellows just went forth to kill him. The police 
and I are investigating into this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://imaginary-illusions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://woodyocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;yingru&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	Sam [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108342047565836734?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108342047565836734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108342047565836734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342047565836734' title='smart//fools'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108325758686013856</id><published>2004-04-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:56:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rip//burn</title><content type='html'>I notice a rise in visitors. There's more people visiting. Most are looking for 
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Player 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (WMP10) screenshots. Yeah, I have some.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;span class="a12"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough 
	blood to run one at a time.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;
And yeah, I now have more. To satisfy the search engine visitors, I'll share 
more screenshots of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WMP10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
These are much better screenshots. I see the headers - &lt;i&gt;Playing, Library, Rip, 
Burn, Sync, Guide, Guide, Movies, TV&lt;/i&gt;. Good job in renaming some of the sections, 
I like the words &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Rip&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Burn&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; better than 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Copy from CD&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Copy to CD or 
device&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;
It seems that &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;is trying to make their 
users more aware of the premium subscription stuff too.&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, here're the screenshots:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Player 10&lt;/span&gt; Screenshots&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpinstall2.png"&gt;Installation&lt;/a&gt;	&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpconfigure.png"&gt;Configuration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpplayingmenu.jpg"&gt;WMP10 Playing&lt;/a&gt;	&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpguide.jpg"&gt;Windows Media Guide&lt;/a&gt;	&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpmovies.png"&gt;WMP10 Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpeditplaylist.gif"&gt;Edit 
	Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	-
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/zwmpabout.gif"&gt;Windows Media Player 10 About Screen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Removed after May 15, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
The build number of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WMP10 &lt;/span&gt;is 9.00.00.3409. Asides the installation that says 
&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Player 10&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;, there is no where else that would suggest the change 
in version number.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;WMP10 &lt;/span&gt;is part of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Center Edition&lt;/span&gt; Update Beta (MCE 2005) that has 
been shipped to Media Center testers.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://imaginary-illusions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108325758686013856?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108325758686013856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108325758686013856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325758686013856' title='rip//burn'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108308085568374959</id><published>2004-04-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:05:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking//trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;is a really clean place. It is not that 
our people are such thoughtful beings and throw our litter into the bin every 
time. It is just that our environmental ministry hires more cleaners. That's it! 
There you have it - &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;'s secret to a cleaner 
city.&lt;br&gt;
Well, look at &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;'s then.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Berlin &lt;/span&gt;has introduced five talking waste bins which say thank you in three 
	different languages or scream &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;goal&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to help promote a cleaner city.&lt;br&gt;
	The talking waste bins - which curiously say thank you in 
	&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;and 
	&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;but not &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;German
	&lt;/span&gt;- are located in an area popular with tourists at 
	the central Potsdamer Platz and at the Zoo train station in the west of the 
	city.&lt;br&gt;
	Fifteen more solar-powered talking waste bins may follow in the short term, 
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Bernd Mueller&lt;/span&gt;, spokesman for the city's waste disposal services, said 
	Monday.&lt;br&gt;
	However, the city does not plan to teach all 20,000 Berlin bins to talk.&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;That's much too expensive,&amp;quot; said Mueller. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;But everybody loves those bins.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/4837763/"&gt;
	Reuters via MSNBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
I wouldn't mind one of these you know. I think these will really brighten my 
day. It's funny to note that they thank the patrons in all language except their 
home one, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	ben,
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, sky, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and Alie [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108308085568374959?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108308085568374959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108308085568374959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308085568374959' title='talking//trash'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108281876793710896</id><published>2004-04-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T23:02:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lengthy//consultation</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I went to see a doctor since my mother force me to. She say my 
forehead is suggesting a fever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Michael Schumacher is the highest paid sportsman, ahead of Tiger Woods and 
	Arnold Palmer.&lt;br&gt;
	(Not including sponsorship endorsements.)&lt;/div&gt;
My mother accompanied me to the doctor's. And there is this female doctor 
sitting inside the room. Frankly speaking, she doesn't really look like a 
doctor. She looks like those ladies who should be having high tea at some 
restaurant in the city gossiping about the latest developments in the neighbor's 
extramarital relationships.&lt;br&gt;
But there she is, she is my doctor. The consultation doesn't begin right away. I 
went in and she was talking on the phone. What the hell, she is wasting my 
precious time. I could have spend this time listening to an extra song in my 
portable CD player.&lt;br&gt;
After 4 minutes [yes, I timed her], she puts down her phone politely and 
attended to me. I told her I have a fever.&lt;br&gt;
She placed a thermometer under my tongue. I hate that. There's a ear thermometer 
too, you know.. Who cares if it's not as accurate, so long as it's faster. The 
thermometer stayed under my tongue for a minutes but this minute seemed to be 
extremely long.&lt;br&gt;
Finally, a beep and the thermometer is retrieved. It says 36.9, which is 
incidentally the best temperature one can ever offer to delight the doctors.&lt;br&gt;
The doctor scribbled abstract art on my medical record and say that I have no 
fever and she'll give me flu medicine and some antibiotics. All that takes only 
3 minutes, including the temperature taking!&lt;br&gt;
And she talked 4 damn minutes on the phone! To make things worse, my mother went 
on to talk to her about her children. They were merrily talking about job 
opportunities. About how good a job teaching is, etc..&lt;br&gt;
Frankly, I don't give much concern to this job opportunities thing. What I am 
more concern is - why the hell are they spending 11 minutes talking about their 
personal views when I am suppose to be the sick one?!!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, tAiJI [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108281876793710896?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108281876793710896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108281876793710896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281876793710896' title='lengthy//consultation'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108273369694081542</id><published>2004-04-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:24:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>version//ten</title><content type='html'>Windows Media Player 10 (WMP10) screenshots has surfaced. The great guys from
&lt;a href="http://www.neowin.net"&gt;Neowin.net&lt;/a&gt; got an early copy of WMP10 for Windows XP. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the 
	shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - George Washington&lt;/div&gt;
New features include photo device support and scheduled media description 
updates. There'll be a slight change in the user interface as well. I noticed 
that the buttons have a more glassy look. [Hey, glassy look.. Doesn't it remind 
you of..?] Actually I prefer the WMP9 look.&lt;br&gt;
But then again, WMP10 is still at the very early stages. The user interface 
looks problematic. The tabs &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Now Playing&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Media Guide&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, etc., are no where to 
be seen. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/idea.png"&gt;I imagine how the interface will probably look like in the end and 
reproduce my imagination with a image-editing program.&lt;/a&gt; I actually imagine it 
with easy-to-recognize graphical icons to click on but I can't draw them.&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Screenshots (provided by 
	&lt;a href="http://www.neowin.net"&gt;Neowin.net&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br&gt;
		&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/install1.png"&gt;Installation 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/install2.png"&gt;Installation 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/nowplaying.png"&gt;Now Playing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/fullscreen.png"&gt;Full-screen mode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/options.png"&gt;Options&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/about.png"&gt;About box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	My idea of end product's interface:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/idea.png"&gt;My idea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
The build number of WMP10 is 9.00.00.3409. Asides the installation that says 
&amp;quot;Windows Media Player 10&amp;quot;, there is no where else that would suggest the change 
in version number.&lt;br&gt;
WMP10 is part of Windows Media Center Edition Update Beta (MCE 2005) that has 
been shipped to Media Center testers this week.&lt;br&gt;
Source: &lt;a href="http://www.neowin.net/comments.php?id=19299&amp;category=main"&gt;
Neowin.net's Exclusive: Windows Media Player 10 Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108273369694081542?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108273369694081542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108273369694081542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273369694081542' title='version//ten'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108264518335344767</id><published>2004-04-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T22:49:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baguette//mood</title><content type='html'>I don't understand this thing about moods. They're really quite puzzling. I have 
absolutely no mood to blog yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule 
	of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Frederick Douglass&lt;/div&gt;
It's the studying week now, no school. I stayed home. I should be happy. I 
thought I would be happy. My first self-declared holiday started yesterday, 
Wednesday.&lt;br&gt;
I woke up excitedly yesterday and turned on my computer. I am so looking forward 
to this day. Day after day, I go to school faithfully to see the lecturers and 
to get the attendance. Wednesday will be a break from this chore.&lt;br&gt;
However, for some reason, my mood wasn't there. For some unknown reason. I 
probably spend half an hour pondering what the hell happen to my mood. I got no 
answers. Tired, I went to sleep at 11.&lt;br&gt;
I woke up at 2 and ate some baguette.&lt;br&gt;
At half past 2, I was back in front of the computer trying to be happy.&lt;br&gt;
Apparently the attempt failed, because at 4, I was reverted to my sleep position 
on my bed.&lt;br&gt;
I woke up at 6 and ate some noodles and more baguette.&lt;br&gt;
At half past 6, I felt full. Too full, I shouldn't have eaten too much.&lt;br&gt;
I went to bed.&lt;br&gt;
At half past 8, I had a phone call. That call helped. I was feeling better. But 
after a while I grew weary and moody again.&lt;br&gt;
What is happening? What's wrong with my mood.&lt;br&gt;
I can't find an explanation yesterday.&lt;br&gt;
This morning I woke up. My mind is clear. I start to evaluate my statuses 
yesterday. I got the answer already - I am sick.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108264518335344767?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108264518335344767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108264518335344767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264518335344767' title='baguette//mood'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108238905592216804</id><published>2004-04-19T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T23:40:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaming//torment</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. You see, I have been a rather busy man. I need to 
juggle with work and play [of which I much prefer the play part].&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Mel Blanc, who played the voice of Bugs Bunny, was allergic to carrots.&lt;/div&gt;
I have &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Visual Basic .NET&lt;/span&gt; assignment to complete. It's 98% done, most of the 
things are working. I least expect myself to make a game, and it's a space game. 
It's a really simple one so don't think along the line of Freelancer and stuff.
&lt;br&gt;
I am not into these space games because I always lose in them. So for this game, 
I made it easier. I beat it happily. [Even so, I was terribly defeated 
occasionally.] Some of my friends say the game is too easy.&lt;br&gt;
I went to school early to finish up the last parts of my assignment. It looks 
complete, but the coding underneath - like that lecturer's explanations - is an 
absolute horror.&lt;br&gt;
But like he said in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Thai &lt;/span&gt;accent, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I don't give a damn&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I don't care as long as 
it works now. It's really hard to program a game. The last game I made is this 
square game that you have to rearrange the tiles back in numerical sequence. I 
don't know what that game is called, please comment or tag me if you do. It's 
much easier to make that game though.&lt;br&gt;
I am quite shocked when I know that the assignment requires us to make a space 
game. I know it's going to be hard.&lt;br&gt;
Congratulations to all my classmates who managed to survive, as you guys have 
made a game that is tons harder than all the previous tiny games I made.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Note: This is my first try making a game with 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Visual Basic .NET&lt;/span&gt; (VB.NET), 
the previous games I made are done with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Macromedia Flash&lt;/span&gt;. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash &lt;/span&gt;is very much 
easier and I got a culture shock - to be precise - syntax shock when I first see 
how &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;VB.NET&lt;/span&gt; is structured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108238905592216804?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108238905592216804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108238905592216804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238905592216804' title='gaming//torment'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108222560534792671</id><published>2004-04-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T02:16:19.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super//ass</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. 3 days? I received an email from &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yun 
Wen&lt;/span&gt; about what &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;did. I am shocked, 
but not surprised.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;was feeling bored after 
	a long break of crime fighting and wanted to go out and party so he called
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Batman &lt;/span&gt;to ask if he wanted to go to a club and 
	pick up some girls. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Batman &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Robin
	&lt;/span&gt;was ill and he had to look after him. A little disappointed,
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;called Spiderman to see if he fancied 
	a few beers. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Spiderman &lt;/span&gt;told him he had a date with
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Cat Woman&lt;/span&gt;. As a last resort,
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;flew over to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;
	Wonder Woman&lt;/span&gt;'s apartments to see if she was free. As he landed on her 
	balcony, he saw &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/span&gt; naked on the bed 
	with her legs open. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;thought to himself &amp;quot;I'm faster than a 
	speeding bullet, I could be in there, have sex and out again before she knew 
	what was happening.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;
	So &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;did his super thing in a split 
	second and flew off happily. Meanwhile on the bed, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;
	Wonder &lt;br&gt;
	woman&lt;/span&gt; said &amp;quot;Did you hear anything?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;No!&amp;quot; said the &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Invisible Man&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;quot;But my ass 
	hurts!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
He is gay anyway, I mean - who the hell wears red underwear? And what's more, on 
the outside!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	ben,
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://fleur-de-lune.blogspot.com/"&gt;w3n&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	Berd [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108222560534792671?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108222560534792671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108222560534792671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222560534792671' title='super//ass'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108194732636067055</id><published>2004-04-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:58:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misfortune//overwrited</title><content type='html'>This calls for a celebration! Two things to celebrate. Firstly, the most 
important one - the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;bloody&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[well, it should be since it's sucking my blood!] 
mosquito in my room is gone! &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Strange Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream 
	again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Anais Nin&lt;/div&gt;
Day after day, I am disturbed by this mosquito. I tried to kill it but it is 
simply too fast for me. Or maybe I am too slow.&lt;br&gt;
Either way, it's gone. For good obviously. It feeds on my blood and it's really 
annoying obviously. It stays in my room like a fellow resident but fail to pay 
up the rent except to suck my blood. How parasitic. &lt;br&gt;
I opened my door to encourage it out of my room, but it is apparently not 
working, because every evening I sit in front of the computer with some stupid 
mosquito trying to get my attention.&lt;br&gt;
The second thing worth celebrating is that my ATM PIN is accepted. Joy to the 
world. I need to be nagged by my mother on the fact that I changed ATM card 
twice for this reason. This is my 3rd ATM card.&lt;br&gt;
[Damn, my mother gave me a cup filled with what I would say looked innocently 
like water and it turned out to be &lt;i&gt;ginseng&lt;/i&gt;. I just eaten 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;oranges&lt;/span&gt;. It's sweet, 
now it's &amp;quot;bittering&amp;quot; my taste buds.]&lt;br&gt;
I walked in front of the ATM machine and attempt to withdraw money. I tried 
another one of my many combinations of PIN. I was smiling to myself when I see 
the money coming out from the ATM.&lt;br&gt;
I was really excited and if were to be all alone would have shouted, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;YES! YES! 
YES!&lt;/b&gt; Oh my lord, the money's out! Bless the ATM machine!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; [Thankfully I didn't, 
because people who hear it would have reported me to the police thinking I 
correctly guess someone else's PIN and withdrew money without authorization.]&lt;br&gt;
Sadly, my girlfriend isn't there to share my joy. She has been struck by a 
series of misfortune, latest one being losing her folder. [It's a document 
folder, not computer folder.] She lost it with all her basic immunology notes 
and is upset over her absentmindedness.&lt;br&gt;
If you do spot such a file &lt;i&gt;[yeah right, like you will]&lt;/i&gt;, please call her. Her 
number is in there. er... Just don't talk to her for long if you're a guy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Note: There are some shifts in the date and time of the 
previous 2 posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108194732636067055?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108194732636067055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108194732636067055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194732636067055' title='misfortune//overwrited'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108194670361342812</id><published>2004-04-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:52:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misfortune//blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;: The central, northern and western parts of 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;were hit by a 
major power blackout from 11.30pm Tuesday to 12.30am Wednesday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the 
	beginning.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Ivy Baker Priest&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Power&lt;/span&gt; (SP) said on Wednesday that the blackout was caused by a cable 
installation equipment fault at the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Choa Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt; substation.&lt;br&gt;
SP said the protection safety device was triggered which resulted in a total 
shutdown of sub station transformers.&lt;br&gt;
Police received over &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;300 calls&lt;/span&gt; about the blackout but no major incident was 
reported. [They must've thought it's a terrorist attack. It's actually a good 
thing that they thought of it as a possible terrorist attack. It's not good to 
overlook such situations.]&lt;br&gt;
Areas affected included parts of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bukit Timah Road&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Choa Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Woodlands&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jalan Bahar&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong West&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Marsiling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Houses were in pitched darkness, traffic lights and street lamps were also down, 
and some roads were lit only by the headlights of passing cars.&lt;br&gt;
At one of the condominiums in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bukit Timah&lt;/span&gt;, one resident struggled to find 
her 
way to the bottom level of her apartment to call me.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;In our apartment, there was one torch light, so it is not that bad. In the 
bottom level of the my apartment, there is a telephone. I can't use the cordless 
phone; it is not working. It was total darkness and there's no one except me on 
the bottom level, so it was very very bad!&amp;quot; said one resident, sounding all 
pissed and hopeless.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;I was kind of freaking out because I have to send &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;
Visual Basic .NET&lt;/span&gt; images to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pecilius&lt;/span&gt;. I told 
her I'll do so.,&amp;quot; said the same, never sounding worse.&lt;br&gt;
But power was being restored progressively.&lt;br&gt;
At about 12:30am, the lights at HDB blocks along &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Choa Chu Kang Road&lt;/span&gt; were 
restored.&lt;br&gt;
It was the same story for the other areas, with full power restored 30 minutes 
after midnight.&lt;br&gt;
Thirty milliseconds after, her tone is restored too. She never sounded better.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Important: This blackout really did happen. However this 
post has been edited from the news posted at &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp 
Channel News Asia&lt;/span&gt; website. To get the full and unedited edition, go here 
-
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/80042/1/.html"&gt;
Central, northern, western Singapore blacked out for an hour&lt;/a&gt;. Original 
article written by &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yvonne Cheong and Derek Cher&lt;/span&gt; 
from &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp Channel NewsAsia&lt;/span&gt; posted on their 
website on 14 April 2004 0649 hrs (GMT +8 hrs). This news article has been 
edited on purpose to fit someone's situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108194670361342812?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108194670361342812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108194670361342812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194670361342812' title='misfortune//blackout'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108182163339302138</id><published>2004-04-12T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:48:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blissful//english</title><content type='html'>Okay, I found this in the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Love Hina&lt;/span&gt; art collection. It seems to be written by 
someone whose &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;need a little bit of brushing up.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Take a little walk, feeling a spring breeze. I wish a lovely 
	happening again today.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Fireworks Festival Pool Frappe Watermelon Ice cream&lt;br&gt;
	What a problem to pick up some among so many summer things I like But the 
	hardest problem is....Incurable love for you, as I love you more than I did 
	in spring!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Just a little rest during working for college exams. But I feel somewhat 
	loney as autumn wind blows. Well, why....?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Decorate the really tall fir tree. Cook some great foods. Then you look up 
	the sky, and the flowery snow will fall down. Santa clause will bring dreams 
	with him before you know.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Do I look differently? The only reason I dress up is for you, of course. 
	Hey, look at me much more closer, otherwise my smile gets mad&lt;/div&gt;
Read the above part. Then you know it is entertaining. And they are somewhat 
writing about four of the seasons in order.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The Walt Disney company was founded in 1923, and in 1927 Walt came up with 
	the idea for an animated mouse called Mortimer Mouse. His wife Lillian 
	convinced him to change it to Mickey Mouse.&lt;/div&gt;
Everything I see into this post. I type out simply. I follow also all 
punctuation. Last sentence indeed lacks a no full stop. What a embarrassing 
mistake to do by not proof read the book last page. Although they are only 
adding &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;so as to look cool. But they do not give a damn about the 
sentence all nonsense. &lt;br&gt;
Now finish reading. Take a little walk to see the greens, feeling a little 
nonsense. For the treasurable days are just to begin. I, and you, together, we 
will have....Incurable love&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Love Hina is a Japanese comic and also has a Japanese animation. It's one of the most popular 
series. Love Hina art collection is a book that contains artworks by the original artist. These sentences are taken 
from the back cover of the art collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108182163339302138?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108182163339302138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108182163339302138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182163339302138' title='blissful//english'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108147333485711779</id><published>2004-04-09T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:18:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow//ahhh</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;i&gt;annoyed&lt;/i&gt;. I slept at 2 plus in the morning. My mother came into my room at 8 
and told me that she has made something for me for breakfast. I told her to let 
me sleep longer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Proverb&lt;br&gt;
	One who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; one who does not ask a 
	question remains a fool forever.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Chinese Proverb&lt;/div&gt;
I went to bed again. And at half past 8, there was some commotion in the house. 
My brother was screaming. And I want to sleep. Angrily, I woken.&lt;br&gt;
I dragged my feet out of my room towards my brother's screams. I want to throw 
him out of the house. He screamed for at least 5 minutes! He pointed at a 
direction. I focused on where he is pointing and saw my father. Why the hell is 
he pointing at my father?&lt;br&gt;
My father is mumbling something. Mumbling something to the cat!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother&lt;/b&gt; (exclaims in Mandarin): There! There! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;
	Ahhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Father&lt;/b&gt; (speaks in Mandarin): Shoo~ Leave.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt; (replies in Cat Language): Meow.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[Translation: I can't hear you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Brother&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It's on the chair!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Father&lt;/b&gt;: Go there. Go there.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt;: MeOOOW!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[Translation: Shut up, you human.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Brother&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Father&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;-stomps his feet hoping it'll go another direction-&lt;/i&gt; 
	Go. Go. Go.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt;: Meow. Meow.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[Translation: You're one persistent human.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
My brother looked so stupid when screaming. He was on a sofa too. Higher ground 
doesn't give you advantage. I heard a cat can jump up a sofa. My father looked 
equally stupid trying to persuade the cat to go out by it's own.&lt;br&gt;
I picked the cat up and place it outside my apartment. It left.&lt;br&gt;
I returned to the living room. My brother is no longer screaming (but still on 
the sofa). My father goes back to his television. I am crowned the hero.&lt;br&gt;
Just when I was beginning to be proud of my new status, I recalled something - 
ain't I suppose to do something? Oh yeah, I'm suppose to sleep. What the hell, I 
am awoken for such a stupid reason.&lt;br&gt;
I went to bed.&lt;br&gt;
Tossed.&lt;br&gt;
Woke up again. I can't sleep anymore. I switched on my computer and typed this 
post. &lt;i&gt;Ahhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Disclaimer: As accurate as I wish to be, I find cat's 
language hard to understand. I tried to interpret it with the best of my 
abilities. Henceforth, please submit any amendments to my translations. If there 
is one that is. Meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108147333485711779?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108147333485711779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108147333485711779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147333485711779' title='meow//ahhh'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108143605369332960</id><published>2004-04-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T22:56:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autos//women</title><content type='html'>There's something about &lt;b&gt;cars&lt;/b&gt;. Some of my friends are crazy over them. These 
sports cars. What car enthusiast would have corrected me to call them &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;performance cars&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine, suggested that a woman could enlarge 
	her bust line by singing loudly and often.&lt;/div&gt;
I look at these cars and thought, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Nice.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And they thought, &amp;quot;Woah, this is the thing. Absolute beauty. It has been revved 
up. Check out the horse power. Man, this is going to be the coolest thing in the 
show. It's even got a NOS system. I can literally hear the sounds. &lt;i&gt;Bang! Bang! 
Bang!&lt;/i&gt; This baby is kick ass! This car is so going to impress. My folks will be 
so mad at my financial management skills if I buy that.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
The thing is, I know nothing much about cars. I am starting to know more about 
it now though. Since my friends are mentioning them to me. For once I understood 
what the hell is &lt;i&gt;NOS&lt;/i&gt;; although just slightly, but it's better than nothing.&lt;br&gt;
Some even bought car magazines. There's only 2 things to excite a car enthusiast 
about these magazines. Firstly, it's the cars. Then, there's the girls who pose 
with the cars. If you have noticed, some magazine made an extra effort to 
feature the girl more than the car too. And most of the girls aren't pretty 
there!&lt;br&gt;
I often end up flipping and flipping and close the book within 2 minutes! Only 
5% of the girls are pretty, compared to 50% of the cars that are pretty. Oh, I 
know what the magazines are doing - they are trying to feature not-that-pretty 
girls so that the readers will not be distracted while viewing the cars' 
pictures. How thoughtful.&lt;br&gt;
If you want to see women, get &lt;b&gt;FHM&lt;/b&gt; or something. And don't get the 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;version, because they placed 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Vicki Zhao&lt;/span&gt; to be 2nd in Sexist Women of 2004. What 
crap. I can imagine &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Chanon &lt;/span&gt;saying, &amp;quot;She's so pretty&amp;quot; in 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Thai &lt;/span&gt;accent. &lt;br&gt;
Get the car magazine only if you truly like cars, so-so looking women and 
advertisements in every alternate page.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Note: I made up what car enthusiast would have thought, they're unlikely to 
think like that, but I can't have a post that is too long. Also, not many car 
magazines have so much advertisements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108143605369332960?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108143605369332960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108143605369332960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143605369332960' title='autos//women'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108138956735813905</id><published>2004-04-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:19:09.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pin//denied</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Shit&lt;/i&gt;. This is the third time it happened. I must be really bad at remembering 
numbers. I simply know of too many numbers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	In 1952, John Cage composed and presented ' 4'33&amp;quot; ', a composition 
	consisting of 4 minutes and 33 seconds of silence.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Damn it&lt;/i&gt;. [Ben: &lt;i&gt;Dammi&lt;/i&gt;-]&lt;br&gt;
This morning, I went to the ATM machine again. I tried out a different 
combination of number only to find it rejected and my transaction terminated. My 
PIN is incorrect.&lt;br&gt;
Last week, I decide to deposit some money and tried to use my ATM card to do so. 
My PIN is also rejected. What the hell is my PIN number.&lt;br&gt;
I lost my PIN number before and have to reactivate the card. Costs me 5 bucks. 
That time, I set a number that supposed to be meaningful. I used to set 6 random 
numbers, no wonder I can't remember.&lt;br&gt;
However, having set my PIN with a meaningful string of numerical characters, I 
still forget that damned number. Reason being, I have too many so-call 
&amp;quot;personal&amp;quot; numbers. I set them as my passwords [for internet] before too. But 
there are so many of them, and all 6 characters.&lt;br&gt;
The thing is that I remember all the numbers but I simply can't recall which is 
my ATM card number.&lt;br&gt;
I walked home today, feeling absolutely dumb. I tried twice already. One more 
try left and my ATM card will be deactivated. I feel downright dumb. I almost 
utter one of the higher level vulgarities when I was directed to the 
&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Transaction Canceled&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; screen.&lt;br&gt;
Later in the day, I am going to school. I am going to try another number again. 
I hope it turned out right.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108138956735813905?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108138956735813905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108138956735813905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138956735813905' title='pin//denied'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108118013454699369</id><published>2004-04-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T10:01:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer//clean</title><content type='html'>I decide to be a good boy this evening and clean my room because 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;owes me 
far too much presents. Let's see, when is the last time I spring-cleaned my 
room? 2 years ago I believe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Happiness is not so much in having as sharing. We make a living by what we 
	get, but we make a life by what we give.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Norman MacEwan&lt;/div&gt;
All my rubbish are accumulating and my choice method - which is to stuff things 
into my cupboards and drawers - is apparently not working very well.&lt;br&gt;
My drawer protests angrily. It probably got a stroke or something because it 
can't open right anymore. It's crooked, due to the ridiculous amount of weight 
it carries.&lt;br&gt;
My cupboard is in a not-any-better condition too. I can imagine it screaming, 
&amp;quot;get all your junk out!&amp;quot;. I'll do the cupboard soon.&lt;br&gt;
I brought the vacuum cleaner that sucks into my room. Plugged it in and hears it 
roar. And roar it did, my parents came out of their room immediately to see what 
has happened. I reminded my father it's the sound of his favorite electrical 
appliance operating in full blast.&lt;br&gt;
Underneath my bed is papers all over. I often study on my bed. You see, studying 
is the precursor to sleeping, lol. Some highly recommended therapeutic methods 
are reading of basic immunology textbooks and magazines featuring the 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Indonesian &lt;/span&gt;elections.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Note: I haven't finish vacuuming, so my post can't be completed. I haven't 
finish clearing the papers under my bed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108118013454699369?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108118013454699369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108118013454699369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118013454699369' title='summer//clean'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108092238532383751</id><published>2004-04-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T00:29:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss//ho</title><content type='html'>Early morning, at eight that is, I am welcome by the most boring lesson this 
semester - &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Database Management Systems&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; is teaching us for that. It's 
either her voice or the lessons itself, but it's really putting me to sleep. I 
though I would never sleep in class, her lessons prove me wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The richest woman today is Liliane Bettencourt, the daughter of L'Oreal's 
	founder. She has a net worth of $14 billion (variable to stock performance).&lt;/div&gt;And &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; is so passionate about databases. It's very theoretical and not many 
enjoy it. She speaks with such vigor, such 
anxiety, such.. Passion. I can feel her excitement (with the boring databases). She speaks with an
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;American &lt;/span&gt;accent too. [I think it's 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;.] I love the way &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; pronounce 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;parenthesis&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. 
She goes like: &lt;i&gt;pearl-rrrun-THer-sis&lt;/i&gt;. [Give a tongue roll to &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;rrrun&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and 
pronounce the &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;th&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; sound clearly.]&lt;br&gt;
Her memory is good too. So good that she can tell you what chapters will answer 
your question! You can ask her a question and she replies, &amp;quot;It's &lt;i&gt;associative 
entity type&lt;/i&gt;. Chapter 5 of your textbook. &lt;i&gt;Enhance Entity Relationship Modeling&lt;/i&gt;.
&lt;b&gt;Chapter 5!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;. Her memory really is good. I don't even remember the location I 
save my documents and often go into a 15 minutes hunt in Windows Explorer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt;'s a really encouraging teacher. If you answer a question right, she 
exclaims, &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Very Good!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;. It makes me feel so encouraged. So encouraged to 
recommend her to teach a kindergarten class of 16 instead. The kids will love 
her. Bring sweets though and allow the kids to eat in classrooms.&lt;br&gt;
Eating in classrooms are allowed for her lessons. Simply because someone lied 
that my school operates differently and allows food in. [She is from 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;School of Infocom Technology&lt;/span&gt;, while we're from 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;School of Chemical and Life Sciences&lt;/span&gt;.] I 
mean, she is quite gullible. Think about it, which school will allow such a 
thing to happen. Not locally at least. Plus, the classrooms are air-conditioned 
and carpeted.&lt;br&gt;
Finally - attendance. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; is very particular about it. She records your time of 
arrival if you are more than 15 minutes late. She marks attendance hourly. She 
gets the total number of minutes you are here and compute it against the total 
number of minutes of the module to decide whether to hand out warning letters. 
She's rather free..&lt;br&gt;
If I were a lecturer, I will mark attendance but not that strict. One thing is 
for sure, I will note all the people who goes to the &amp;quot;toilet&amp;quot; and never return 
after their attendance is marked. They'll should marked absent! How can they do such 
a thing? It's so unfair to me, I always stay through all the boring lessons 
playing &lt;i&gt;Hang Man&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Connect 4&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;
	sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108092238532383751?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108092238532383751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108092238532383751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092238532383751' title='miss//ho'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108074787888886097</id><published>2004-03-31T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:47:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty//yearth</title><content type='html'>I never expect my schoolmates to love my school so much. Their love and 
adoration for the school is well appreciated. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Proverbs&lt;br&gt;
	One generation plants the trees; another gets the shade.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Chinese Proverb&lt;/div&gt;
They even vandalize the tables with &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I love SP&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. [&amp;quot;SP&amp;quot; is the abbreviation of my 
polytechnic - &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;.] Their love is clearly written and engraved 
onto the school property. What better a way to express their love.&lt;br&gt;
However, a better way is there to express their love. The right way that is. 
Celebrating SP's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;50th anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the oldest polytechnic in 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;put on 
boards for people to write their comments and paste on the walls.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SP IS OUR CHOICE&lt;/b&gt; - Yeah, that's why we're stuck here for more 
	years.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Shawn Rocks G4&lt;/b&gt; - What the hell does that mean? G4 is an 
	&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Apple &lt;/span&gt;computer??&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Our poly is bigger and stronger&lt;/b&gt; - Yes, it is getting bigger, it better be. I 
	wouldn't want it to shrink.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;I love Nina 50th birthday&lt;/b&gt; - What a coincidence, your Nina is also 
	celebrating her 50th birthday? So is our polytechnic.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;I love Singapore&lt;/b&gt; - Kiss her then.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;An antique&lt;/b&gt; - SP is an antique? May I remind you that SP cannot qualify as 
	one yet.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Life sux, but when I come to SP, sux more&lt;/b&gt; - I can't help but to laugh when I 
	see this. My life did become better though.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Alan Ow loves SP&lt;/b&gt; - Kiss her then.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;LKY sux&lt;/b&gt; - LKY stands for Lee Kuan Yew, he is the Senior Minister of 
	&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, it seems that not too many people like him apparently, lol.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SP &lt;/span&gt;used to have 3 campuses, it's really messy so the government put forth a plan 
to unite them into one on a new site at &lt;i&gt;Dover&lt;/i&gt;. It's completed in the 1970s. Or 
should I say half completed. Because it seems that my polytechnic is always 
under construction.&lt;br&gt;
Even the toilet! I just want a decent place to pee and the last thing I want 
them to do is to make want me climb several flights of stairs to the 3rd floor! 
My bladder and I are very upset.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://imaginary-illusions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108074787888886097?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108074787888886097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108074787888886097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074787888886097' title='fifty//yearth'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108057124225495486</id><published>2004-03-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:43:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathing//difficulties</title><content type='html'>My brother is switching &lt;i&gt;CCA&lt;/i&gt;. CCA stands for &lt;i&gt;Co-Curriculum Activities&lt;/i&gt;. 
It is compulsory to have at least one in secondary school. Such activities 
include clubs, societies, musical-related and uniform groups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Seven suicides are recorded in the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;
My brother joins the symphony band and he plays the bassoon. [&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/orchestras/guide/bassoon.shtml"&gt;BBC 
Orchestra Guide explanation on woodwind bassoon.&lt;/a&gt;] He doesn't like it. 
Neither do I, frankly.&lt;br&gt;
So he wrote a letter to his teachers to request for a change, signing off as my 
mother. He turned to his wonderful brother for validation of the letter. His 
wonderful brother helped obviously.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;He (pretends to be my mother and) wrote:&lt;br&gt;
	My son has not been enjoying his days in the symphonic band. I hope you will 
	allow him to change his &lt;i&gt;CCA&lt;/i&gt; from band to &lt;i&gt;NPCC&lt;/i&gt; as he could not 
	handle the instrument correctly and could not breathe well while playing it. 
	If it is inconvenient, he don't want to play the bassoon and want to play an 
	instrument that does not require breathing. Thank you!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;NPCC is another CCA, it's a uniform group where the 
	students pretend to be police..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, my brother can't write 
formal letters. I had a good laugh. I smiled upon seeing &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;
&amp;quot;...has not been enjoying his days in the symphonic band&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;. It really 
brightens my day [night actually], lol. But the better ones are behind.&lt;br&gt;
It is quite obvious that it's literally translated from &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;
Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;. He writes &amp;quot;he could not handle the instrument correctly&amp;quot;, that 
is very &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Mandarin&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;
What about &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;&amp;quot;could not breathe well while playing it&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;? 
It sounded incorrect. I can't suggest an alternative though.&lt;br&gt;
My favorite is of course - &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;&amp;quot;play an instrument that does 
not require breathing&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, which instrument doesn't require breathing, 
you'll be dead if you play longer than 2 minutes! [Let's ignore those special 
people that can hold their breaths longer.]&lt;br&gt;
If he had shown this letter to the teacher, I believe the teacher would have a 
good laugh too. She'll probably laugh till she forgets to breathe.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	tak &amp;amp; ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108057124225495486?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108057124225495486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108057124225495486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057124225495486' title='breathing//difficulties'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108040534147714899</id><published>2004-03-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T01:00:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first//internet</title><content type='html'>The first time I used the internet in my own computer was when I was 13. The 
internet, to me, is this mysterious place with lots of research things around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, 
	in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you 
	can, as long as ever you can.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - John Wesley&lt;/div&gt;
I don't understand the internet. I heard it is for school researching. I was 
told that you have to use &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; to surf the internet. And I didn't 
know any web sites except &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt; and my internet service provider's (ISP) web 
site.&lt;br&gt;
Surfing the web at a &lt;b&gt;33.6K&lt;/b&gt; modem is slow for me. I never understood why my modem 
speed is called &lt;i&gt;33.6K&lt;/i&gt; and I download at &lt;i&gt;4.0KBps&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I can only use 12 hours of internet per month, exceeding it will contribute more 
to my ISP's revenues. The first time I see &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin shows me 
some web sites. After she left, I sat in front of the computer and launch 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I typed an address on the Address bar. I waited. &lt;i&gt;And waited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You guessed I forgot to connect to the internet? Nah.. I am not so stupid you 
know. I didn't know I need to press the &lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;Enter&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; button on my keyboard to enter 
the web site. Well, everyone has a first try.&lt;br&gt;
Soon, I realize that internet has games. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Shockwave.com&lt;/span&gt; soon became one of my 
most visited sites, after my ISP site. That's because my ISP set itself as my 
homepage and I didn't know I can change that. And even after I figure out I can 
change, I fear that changing it would mean the end of my internet subscription. 
I didn't know they aren't link that way.&lt;br&gt;
I even thought Microsoft &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt; can be downloaded from the internet through 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;'s website. I thought it's free. I have the assumption that &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt; 
comes with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt; as every computer I see with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt; is installed with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
My hobby is to check email. And I was registered with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Yahoo! Mail&lt;/span&gt;. I recalled 
checking all the free newsletters available just so that I can get email. No one 
send me mails when I first sign up. I don't read the newsletters, I just want to 
see more emails in my mailbox. I delete without seeing. When my friends start to 
send mail to me, they couldn't stop. It's never ending. But the newsletters, I 
didn't unsubscribe. I was too lazy.&lt;br&gt;
And doing so many strange things with my internet account, it is not surprising 
that I often got scolded for exceeding the 12 hours per month limit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;
	sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108040534147714899?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108040534147714899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108040534147714899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040534147714899' title='first//internet'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108021727539463526</id><published>2004-03-25T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T20:23:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>santa//existence</title><content type='html'>I received an email from &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt; some time ago. 
[Okay, this is a post that has been constructed some time ago,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt; sent me this email on February 24, 2004. 
That's like one month ago.] It's long, but it's worth reading.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question: Does &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; Exist?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	No known species of reindeer can fly. But there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; 300,000 species of 
	living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects 
	and germs, this does not completely rule out flying reindeer, which only 
	&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; has seen. &lt;br&gt;
	There are two billion children in the world. But since &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; 
	doesn't appear to handle Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist and Jewish children, that 
	reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 138 million or so. At an average 
	rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. &lt;br&gt;
	One presumes there is at least one good child in each. &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; has 31 hours of 
	&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;to work with, thanks to time zones and the rotation of the earth, 
	assuming he travels east to west.
	This works out to &lt;b&gt;822.6 visits per second&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;
	This is to say that for each household with good children, &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; has 
	&lt;b&gt;1/1000th&lt;/b&gt; of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the
	chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining gifts under the 
	tree, eat snacks, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh, and 
	move to the next house. &lt;br&gt;
	Assuming that each of these 91.8 million houses are distributed evenly 
	(which we know to be false but for the sake of these calculations we will 
	accept) we are now talking about &lt;i&gt;0.78 miles per household&lt;/i&gt;, a total trip of 
	75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops. This means that &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;'s 
	sleigh is traveling at &lt;b&gt;650 miles per second&lt;/b&gt;, 3000 times the speed of sound.
	&lt;br&gt;
	For comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe moves 
	at a poky 27.4 mps. The average reindeer runs at 15 mph.&lt;br&gt;
	The sleigh's payload adds another interesting element. Assuming that each 
	child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh 
	is carrying &lt;b&gt;321,300 tons&lt;/b&gt;, not counting &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, who is invariably described as 
	overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds.
	&lt;br&gt;
	Even granting that &amp;quot;flying reindeer&amp;quot; (see first paragraph) could pull 
	&lt;b&gt;10 times&lt;/b&gt; the usual amount, we cannot do the job with 8 or even 9. We need 
	&lt;b&gt;214,000 reindeers&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;
	This increases the weight, not even counting the sleigh, to &lt;b&gt;353,430
	tons&lt;/b&gt;. Again, for comparison this is 4 times the weight of the British liner 
	Queen Elizabeth 2. 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates an 
	enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer in the same manner as a 
	spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer 
	will absorb &lt;b&gt;14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second &lt;i&gt;each&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br&gt;
	In short, they will burst in flame almost instantaneously, exposing the next 
	pair of reindeer, and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The 
	entire team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousands of a second. &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, 
	meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times the force 
	of gravity. A 300 pound &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 
	4,325,015 pounds of force. &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;: There &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, but he's dead now.&lt;/div&gt;According to her email, 
NASA replied this. I am quite skeptical that NASA will reply this way, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[Note: I have edited the email slightly. I don't like 
uppercases and the email's text has some verbs that are not agreeing with it's 
subject.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108021727539463526?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108021727539463526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108021727539463526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108021727539463526' title='santa//existence'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108014360114496883</id><published>2004-03-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:55:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muvo//reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Creative&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Muvo2 &lt;/span&gt;is taken advantage of? Let's see, the mini hard disks are being 
removed from the players and later sold at a higher price. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Blunder,&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; I thought.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Diamonds are the hardest natural substance on Earth, however they are 
	brittle. If you hit one hard with a hammer, it will shatter.&lt;/div&gt;
Let's see.. hmmmp.. I wonder where to get a &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Muvo2&lt;/span&gt;, lol. Okay, I am done with the 
article.&lt;br&gt;
Please flip.&lt;br&gt;
Hey, why are you reading so slowly. I finished reading already, you tortoise. 
Finally. Good work, you flipped. What's there now? Digital cameras. Let's see, 
the &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Canon &lt;/span&gt;IXUS.. hmmmp..&lt;br&gt;
Wait! Don't flip. That's interesting read. Damn you. You're flipping again. What 
the hell. How do you expect me to read like that.&lt;br&gt;
Do you know what the paper is for? You can't possibly have just bought the paper 
to flip. Oh no, you closed the paper. I can't read. Damn you. I was hoping to 
read the article on digital cameras. Why can't you just let me?&lt;br&gt;
Situation: Attempting to read a fellow passenger's newspaper without his or her 
permission in the train I ride to school.&lt;br&gt;
Okay, the paper guy alight one train station before mine. No more papers. No 
wonder he was flipping at such a speed. I doubt he suspected that I was reading 
his paper from behind him.&lt;br&gt;
Ever since two of the largest media companies in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore
&lt;/span&gt;offered free 
newspapers on weekdays, reading news in the train has became a rather common 
thing. Likewise, reading other's newspaper in the train has became an equally 
common thing.&lt;br&gt;
It's hard to get these papers, they're rare items. The paper guy I mentioned was 
reading &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Computer Times&lt;/span&gt;; it is a free weekly publication as part of
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;The Straits 
Times&lt;/span&gt; which is a paid paper. I have been using other people's things without 
their permission.&lt;br&gt;
I look at their newspapers. I look at their watches. I even peeped at another 
student's university notes realizing she belongs to a similar field as me and I 
understood her notes. [The notes is about carbohydrate structures.]&lt;br&gt;
I just want to thank these people, who have unknowingly supported me for years. 
They prevent me from getting bored at trains.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108014360114496883?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108014360114496883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108014360114496883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014360114496883' title='muvo//reads'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108008537627453474</id><published>2004-03-24T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T07:45:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory//washed</title><content type='html'>My polytechnic appeared in the news. This time, the tabloid news. It turns out 
that some of my polytechnic's student servers have been infected with virus. Not 
sure which virus. [Maybe it's latest talk - &amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Witty&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;, 
but then it's a worm not a virus.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	I think people should be free to engage in any sexual practices they choose; 
	they should draw the line at goats though&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Elton John&lt;/div&gt;
4 schools [or was it 3?] out of 7 schools in my polytechnic have their students 
affected. Affect parties see nothing in their student storage drive. Half of my 
school, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;School of Chemical and Life Sciences&lt;/span&gt; (CLS), 
is infected with virus.&lt;br&gt;
[If you are confused here, several schools made up a polytechnic.]&lt;br&gt;
Interesting enough, students of my school (&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;CLS&lt;/span&gt;) 
with admission numbers being an even number (i.e. numbers ending with even 
digits and '0') got the virus. A total of 14 thousand people are probably 
screaming in a variety of vulgarities. Some people even lost their final year 
projects. [There may be a back up student storage drive in the polytechnic.]&lt;br&gt;
Are they lucky or what? They? Yeah, I have one of those odd numbered admission 
numbers, so I ain't affected.&lt;br&gt;
I never trust the school computer anyway. I mean it's just a school computer, I 
always store my important things in removable ware after saving it in the 
school's computer. I can't believe those idiots stored it entire project in the 
polytechnic's networked storage space.&lt;br&gt;
I returned home and saw &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;'s nickname appended 
with a string of text being - Damn &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SP &lt;/span&gt;
computers...cause my M: to be removed...CURSE THEM ALL!!!!. SP is the 
abbreviation of my polytechnic and M: refers to the networked folder mapped onto 
a drive letter 'M'.&lt;br&gt;
But &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;didn't lose anything important, what the 
hell is he so upset about? He merely lost all his &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;visual 
basic&lt;/span&gt; tutorials. I recall backing up my entire student storage space less 
than 2 weeks ago, but the virus didn't find me. Even if I hadn't back it up, I 
don't give a damn with all my files is gone, because I have nothing important in 
the polytechnic.&lt;br&gt;
Just let this be a reminder for all to make regular back ups in case of a 
hardware failure or a virus infection.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt; and tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108008537627453474?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108008537627453474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108008537627453474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008537627453474' title='memory//washed'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-108000613919014283</id><published>2004-03-23T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T09:44:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop//yoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt; sang &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;A new 
day has come&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Indeed it has. Nothing is more refreshing in the 
morning than &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Player&lt;/span&gt; performing a 
random function on my song list of a thousand and outputting
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;'s song through my speakers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Question: Where are Chinese gooseberries from?&lt;br&gt;
	Answer: New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;
I have assignments, tests, examinations. Many things to do. Sometimes I rather 
time just stop so that I can continue with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Star Wars: 
Knights of the Old Republic&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, for &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt;'s 
sake, I am still at Sand People territory where the Sand People have their 
territories. Certainly made sense, it's less than half the game played.&lt;br&gt;
I am not the busiest of all people however. If I were to be really busy, I 
wouldn't even have time to blog. I wouldn't have time to be able to chat at 2 AM 
with a friend of a different time zone. I wouldn't be able to watch anime. And 
there'll be no &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; game for me.&lt;br&gt;
If I minus this and that, my time will be a lot more free. I refused. All these 
are part of enjoyment. I like what I am doing, which is rather problematic 
because chatting helps nothing in my school, Yoda doesn't help me too, and 
watching anime least helped me.&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps I am missing out on a lot of things. Most of the things I listed 
revolves around the computer. I watch anime on the computer; I blog through a 
computer. I need a change.&lt;br&gt;
I am reading a book called &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Fish!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; which
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;just returned to me. Apparently, I bought 
the book for shelving purposes. It's one of those self help books. It's a 
bestseller. The book didn't induce me any change at the moment, I haven't finish 
it too. It's just that: when I pick it up, I am constantly reminded of the fact 
that I need help. I guess that's what self help books are about: make you 
realize you need help. [I'll continue to read the book, I'm at page 51.]&lt;br&gt;
Animes are slowly being cut down. Games too. Blog is what I refuse to cut down. 
But it doesn't take much time anyway. The next time I use my PC, I am going to 
use &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Visual Studio .NET&lt;/span&gt; [VS.NET] since it has more 
things to do with my course. I launch &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash &lt;/span&gt;more 
than &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;VS.NET&lt;/span&gt; which seriously should be the other way 
round.&lt;br&gt;
I stopped clicking on &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yoda &lt;/span&gt;too. I am going to stop 
playing games for 1 month, that includes even solitaire and minesweeper. [I 
usually play an hour of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Minesweeper&lt;/span&gt;.] I'll see what 
happens with my test results.&lt;br&gt;
May the force be with me (and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Celion Dion&lt;/span&gt;, her 
career seems to be going down).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[By the way, in the game &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Star Wars: Knights of the Old 
Republic&lt;/span&gt;, there isn't &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt;, some other 
fellow was there who looked like &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt;. I just call 
him &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot his name.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, Em [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], Serene [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	tak [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-108000613919014283?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108000613919014283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/108000613919014283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000613919014283' title='stop//yoda'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107979476362681701</id><published>2004-03-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:01:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>junk//one</title><content type='html'>Some of my best pals contribute to my nightmares when using &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt;. Nightmare 
being junk. &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;is a great company, they offer a fantastic 
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 MB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; email. 
It's great you know, so great that you even receive emails from the MSN people 
telling you that your memory's in critical condition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Personally, I don't think there's intelligent life on other planets. Why 
	should other planets be any different from this one?&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Bob Monkhouse&lt;/div&gt;
I declared my war against junk mail from advertisers. Those people who send me 
things about insurance plans, interest-free financial loan, deals to buy Viagra 
and a dozen of commercial methods on how to enlarge breasts and penises.&lt;br&gt;
If these mails are legitimate, I seriously would mind them sending 
advertisements of my interest. But if you just click on one of them to see, 
you'll notice their insurance plans are rather off. Their interest-free 
financial loan is off too, I mean I would rather borrow money from the 
mortgage-free financial loaners, also known as the loan shark. [Actually, you do 
mortgage - your life.] &lt;br&gt;
I see emails telling me about stock picks too. Telling me to buy 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;China World 
Trade Corp.&lt;/span&gt; (CWTD).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listed as one of the reason to buy their stocks is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	With the recent tragic events of 9-11, the name World Trade Center has 
	instant global recognition, and stands for unity, strength and prosperity 
	throughout the worlds top economy leaders. &lt;/div&gt;I see this different 
though. I wouldn't want to buy stocks associated with &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;World Trade Centre&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Osama &lt;/span&gt;and company might just pay them a visit you 
know.&lt;br&gt;
And there's health related mails. Telling me to purchase human growth hormones 
to build muscles. There is &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Viagra &lt;/span&gt;and other 
equivalents. Those are the usual, I see a lot of these emails flooding my junk 
box. As for enlarging breasts, do cosmetic surgeries if you're really 
interested. &lt;br&gt;
As for enlarging penises, you can order one of those products and try, I have a 
feeling it'll be larger indeed. 'cause it's swollen.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
[This posting is part 1 of 4. Continual posts will be submitted soon.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], takumi [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107979476362681701?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107979476362681701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107979476362681701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979476362681701' title='junk//one'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107959977928637493</id><published>2004-03-18T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:53:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soup//secrecy</title><content type='html'>You can count it as our second class outing this semester. We had it at a 
restaurant in our school. The restaurant is nothing fancy obviously, but it's 
still good to see that - everyone turned up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Famous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Love all, trust a few.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;
Including our seemingly busy teacher. I never had a class outing where everyone 
turned up before. I can't recall of such a thing happening. So this day, it is 
an occasion worth a celebration. A celebration in the restaurant. A restaurant 
offering a buffet. A buffet that includes cream of carrot. Cream of carrot that 
contains a cockroach.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A cockroach?!&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, a cockroach.&lt;br&gt;
I skipped the soup and went on to the main course. It's &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;cream of carrot&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Do 
you call it &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;cr&amp;eacute;me de carrot&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; or something in 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;? What's &amp;quot;carrot&amp;quot; in French 
anyway? I do know &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;madame&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; though. But there can't possibly be &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;cr&amp;eacute;me de madame&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, 
can it?&lt;br&gt;
I should have skipped the soup and never go back to it. But 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest &lt;/span&gt;was 
commenting how well the soup is. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;enjoyed it too. It seemed delicious, 
despite the ugly yellow color of it.&lt;br&gt;
I stood up, walk over to the buffet corner and poured a bowl of &amp;quot;cream of 
carrot&amp;quot;. I returned to my seat staring at my soup and paused. You see, I'm not 
really into carrots. By that time, most of my friends have finished drinking the 
cream of carrot. I am quite sure &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest, Feng Li, Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt; [our class tutor], 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pei Shan, Shawn, Yong Liang, Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; and many others sitting at the other table 
have finished the soup.&lt;br&gt;
Carrot soup. I wonder how it taste. I look into the bowl and start scooping the 
soup up and putting it back while listening to my classmates' chatter. I 
stopped. I spotted something which I rather not be seeing. I returned my soup 
spoon into the bowl and announced that I found a cockroach in the soup.&lt;br&gt;
I did some searching and found the cockroach again. I showed it off to the 
others. &lt;br&gt;
No wonder &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest &lt;/span&gt;said the soup is delicious. I just discovered: 
&lt;i&gt;The Ultimate 
Secret to Soup-making&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[Note: I am a hundred percent sure it's not from the bowl I taken because I made 
sure the bowl is clean before I poured the soup inside. Nothing happen to my 
friends. hmmmp, Ben.. Ben went to the toilet. A stomachache.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	Hailey, 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], Serene [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://riverattack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://kashiramoji.blogspot.com/"&gt;takumi&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107959977928637493?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107959977928637493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107959977928637493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959977928637493' title='soup//secrecy'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107944973144614541</id><published>2004-03-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:11:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>student//feedback</title><content type='html'>Every semester, my polytechnic [&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;] runs a survey for the 
students to rank the lecturers. Within the scales of 1 to 5, you can rate the 
lecturer with 5 being the best out of all radio boxes and 1 being the least.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	The first train reached a top speed of only 8 km/h (5 mph).&lt;br&gt;
	[Cars travel at 80 usually]&lt;/div&gt;
In year 1, we had this bad computer studies lecturer, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Lim S. K.&lt;/span&gt;. He taught us 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Excel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Access&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have good memories of his lessons. 
So when this survey came, I wrote a bad joke that he made himself. You see, we 
were learning how to make graphs with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Excel&lt;/span&gt; and he introduced the 3D 
graphs that you can rotate in all directions. He rotate the 3D graphs vigorously 
and turned it upside down. He commented: if only this is a woman. [He is 
suggesting it to be an upskirt.] I submitted 
his bad joke to the surveying committee, lol. He is not interested in teaching, 
that's all. What better comments to give.&lt;br&gt;
Then there was &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gregory Poi&lt;/span&gt;, who marched angrily to 
us claiming that we wrote nasty 
things about him. He says he did so much things - presentations, more 
presentations - and that the last thing he would expect from us is to not 
appreciate it. We listened to him a while. And we thought. We recalled: although 
he taught us, the computer did not allow us to vote me him! Blunder! We didn't 
even have the chance to vote and much less a chance to write bad comments. [Even if we can write about 
him, I won't write bad things about him. He's not that bad.]&lt;br&gt;
Year 2, Tuesday, March 16, 2004. The surveying returned. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Channon&lt;/span&gt;, who taught us 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Visual Basic Programming&lt;/span&gt;, walked into the computer laboratory. He shut all the 
doors and announced, &amp;quot;Vote all 5s for me and I'll give you good grades.&amp;quot; He 
tells people to write that he is handsome too. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; wanted to write, &amp;quot;He 
looks so cool when he smokes.&amp;quot; I wrote on &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt;'s computer: He told me to 
write that he is handsome. And what did I write? Nothing.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I recall the first time we met &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Channon&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, what's your nationality?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Channon&lt;/span&gt;: You guess.&lt;br&gt;
	Everyone else guessed different nationalities.&lt;br&gt;
	Me: You're a Thai.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Channon&lt;/span&gt;: Correct, how do you know?&lt;br&gt;
	Me: I..&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Channon&lt;/span&gt;: Is it because I look like 
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Utt&lt;/span&gt;? [&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Utt &lt;/span&gt;is a Thai celebrity from 
	&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MTV 
	Asia&lt;/span&gt; who is so-claimed by the local women population to be one of the best 
	looking ones.]&lt;br&gt;
	I kept quiet. I wanted to say, &amp;quot;No, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Iron Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;. [&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Iron Ladies&lt;/span&gt; is a movie 
	about transvestites playing volleyballs in the women's league.]&lt;/div&gt;This 
semester, I gave all lecturers an average of 4. I didn't bother reading much. I 
placed no comments too. Last year, I give my password to a friend and tell him 
to help me do the survey, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, ben, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and &lt;a href="http://silent-resistance.net/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107944973144614541?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107944973144614541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107944973144614541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944973144614541' title='student//feedback'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107927606866871283</id><published>2004-03-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:56:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nick//amusement</title><content type='html'>I believe most of you tried instant messaging before. Popular instant messengers 
include (in order of most popular to less): &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;AIM &lt;/span&gt;(American Online Instant Messenger),
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSNM &lt;/span&gt;(Microsoft Network 
Messenger), &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Yahoo! Messenger&lt;/span&gt; and last but currently quite the least, 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you 
	have an obligation to be one.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
Personally, I use &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSNM&lt;/span&gt;. I recall using it since a long time ago and my friend 
and I were the only ones in each other's contact list, lol. I was one of those 
who are pestering people to switch from &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;ICQ &lt;/span&gt;to
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSNM &lt;/span&gt;although I clearly know that 
at that point of time, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;ICQ &lt;/span&gt;was superior in all aspects. The only problem - my 
computer is very slow and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;ICQ &lt;/span&gt;crawls.&lt;br&gt;
Now I have slightly more than 50 useful contacts. [I cleared my contacts 
sometimes, the connection is faster with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSNM&lt;/span&gt;'s servers that way.] I don't chat 
with most regularly.&lt;br&gt;
I do notice their notice their nicknames. Some are rather strange.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Their nicknames are written in such a 
	format usually: &lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt; &amp;lt;a phrase&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; P.U.S.H (Pray Until Sometimes Happen)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I am quite sure that sentence is problematic. Does he mean &amp;quot;Pray Until 
	Something Happens&amp;quot;? But that sound quite negative.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; ok guys.. dun ask! It's D D E n a C5 for GP!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I tell you, despite for poor A level results, she is very smart to know that 
	people will ask her for A level results.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; Broke le... :'( Hoping for Steady Pom Pi Pi~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	When I see it, my reaction is - what the hell is &amp;quot;Steady Pom Pi Pi&amp;quot;. Because 
	it sounded like what a fireman would have said to his fire truck!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;I Am A Dictator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I check, that's my cousin. I thought I have Hitler in my contact list!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;BeCoMiNg P@nDa @_@&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;If she becomes panda, she is going to be a cute panda, lol.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; wonder did U realise&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;No I don't, what am I suppose to realize in the first place.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;I_LoVe_BrIdGe&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;The last time I talked to her, she said she love Mahjong. Now it's 
	bridge.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; WISDOM TOOTH SUX !!!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Right. I suppose there's nothing to deny about it.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Had the worst birthday of my life&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Wrong. You haven't seen all the birthdays of your life. There are sure 
	to be worse to come.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;MY liFE suXX~!!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;What a coincidence! We're on the same boat.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; Road to Level 80,now level 73,reaching my targets in 7 
	levels...&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;Okay, I figured 80 minus 73 returns a value of 7. Er.. Jia you [Work 
	hard in Mandarin].&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;nick&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; sHe bAnGs....sHe bAnGs...!!!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;I can see his love for William Hung in American Idol.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Sleeping Dragon&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;He has the most appropriate nickname in my contact list. He is never 
	online.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;...sh0rT + swEet...&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;You gotta admit that isn't exactly the shortest and sweetest 
	nicknames you've seen before.&lt;/div&gt;That's the advantage of keeping my 
contacts: the nicks are rather entertaining.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, ben, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107927606866871283?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107927606866871283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107927606866871283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927606866871283' title='nick//amusement'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107919053814455004</id><published>2004-03-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:11:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>match//stinks</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday. On Friday that is. There's a badminton game. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi 
Yuan&lt;/span&gt; eagerly organized it. They are so into it. They did the randomizations, the 
names. They even asked me what alias I wanted to call myself!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	One of the basic causes for all the trouble in the world today is that 
	people talk too much and think too little. They act impulsively without 
	thinking. I always try to think before I talk.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Margaret Chase Smith&lt;/div&gt;
It's a badminton league. An intra-class badminton league to be exact. It's a 
nice idea actually. But the winner has been determined in the start already. I 
have a feeling the sporty &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pei Shan&lt;/span&gt; would end up winning.&lt;br&gt;
I like badminton. I never considered competitions though. I don't like the 
stress, I don't see the benefits. But the MLT1 [that's a lecture theatre], 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; told me that I am in the badminton league. He made it sound like an 
obligation. Now, why the hell am I defaulted into such a league without my 
consent?&lt;br&gt;
As much as I appeared to be talking quite fine, I am pissed.
However, I kept quiet. Kept quiet when I see their enthusiasm. Kept quiet 
because I didn't want to be a spoil sport.&lt;br&gt;
On Friday, the so-called league began. I was displeased. My first so-called 
match is with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;. And I.. misbehaved.&lt;br&gt;
I did not cooperate. Purposefully not hitting the shuttlecocks back. 
Purposefully creating fouls. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; and I played the most boring badminton 
game together. From the start, I already concede defeat. But 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; insisted 
that I have to play. Obligation again.&lt;br&gt;
I don't like people to decide things for me. I have been defiant that day. An 
attitude problem perhaps? Likely.&lt;br&gt;
Final scores, I lost 5-15 and 6-15 to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;. I felt bad. And also good. Bad 
that I gave a negative impression to people. Good that I stand by my rights. 
Somehow, the-one-who-has-been-named-hence-shall-not-be-named-again have crossed the line. Persuading is alright. Placing me 
into an activity without my consent isn't.&lt;br&gt;
There is another match. With &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;this time. Maybe I'll..&lt;br&gt;
I'll update you guys soon about the coming match results (with 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
EDIT: I woke up today. Fresh again. Forgotten about everything. Nothing will 
change. As for the match with Ben, I'll play it. I'll try. =)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;, sam [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://puresoulwriting.blogspot.com/"&gt;james&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107919053814455004?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107919053814455004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107919053814455004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919053814455004' title='match//stinks'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107901868444118560</id><published>2004-03-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:27:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monoclonal//antibodies</title><content type='html'>This is one of the worst presentations I have. I was shivering. And the fact 
that my cell phone is vibrating certainly doesn't help. I have the idea that the 
stupid cell phone of mine is causing my entire body to vibrate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did You Know?&lt;br&gt;
	The most expensive painting ever sold is Vincent van Gogh's Portrait of Dr. 
	Gachet, fetching $82.5 million. Van Gogh paintings also are the third and 
	6th most expensive artworks ever sold.&lt;/div&gt;
The &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;PowerPoint &lt;/span&gt;slide was presented. This is the 
first time in a year that I present something in &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt;, 
I have been submitting &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash &lt;/span&gt;presentations. Why the 
change? Time constraints. Rather extra too, everyone submits
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;PowerPoint &lt;/span&gt;and I throw in a &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;
Flash &lt;/span&gt;work. The &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;PowerPoint &lt;/span&gt;presentation looks 
very simple. Went simplicity this time.&lt;br&gt;
Unlike the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;PowerPoint &lt;/span&gt;presentation, presenting is no 
where near simple. Stage fright. Lecturer did not smile this time. Many pairs of 
eyes are looking down. I don't really know if they heard me, or perhaps they 
didn't want to listen at all.&lt;br&gt;
I greeted first. That was simple. I can't seem to calm down. You see, these 
people are looking at me speak in a lecture theatre. 41 pairs of eyes looking 
down. I never presented to so many people before. I went on to do the 
introductions.&lt;br&gt;
My presentation is about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Monoclonal Antibodies&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It's a big 
topic. And I just discovered the ridiculous amount of information online, just 
last night! I have been busy with tests, reports and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Rise 
of Nations&lt;/span&gt;. I simple have no time to do this presentation.&lt;br&gt;
So yesterday, I read and read. I didn't fully understand monoclonal antibodies 
in the end. I consult 3 teachers: &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Sng, Mr. Foo and 
Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Sng&lt;/span&gt; did not give me any 
information, he feels I should be finding information myself.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt; is very nice to share quite a lot of 
information and saved me troubles in searching at Google.&lt;br&gt;
I spend 4 hours in the school computer laboratory researching more. My 
presentation partner is doing the same. He is scripting his words even. You 
should have seen his words, it's very tiny and I can't believe he can read that 
out in the presentation.&lt;br&gt;
He didn't. He planned to. He failed to. He simply wrote too many words. Possibly 
due to nervousness too. Our presentation ended quite fast.&lt;br&gt;
The other time, I did a presentation that use Flash with 4 other friends. We 
seriously went way over time. This time, we're quite paranoid that the same 
scenario might happen.&lt;br&gt;
I don't feel good today. I felt stupid today. My words, my actions (shivering), 
basically everything. It didn't go right.&lt;br&gt;
At least I survived.&lt;br&gt;
And the phone call? My mother called me, she wanted to ask me if I want her to 
buy food back..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], s-gj [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://www.race.at/"&gt;georg&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107901868444118560?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107901868444118560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107901868444118560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901868444118560' title='monoclonal//antibodies'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107884035091751393</id><published>2004-03-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:55:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technology//news</title><content type='html'>Okay, nothing much to post today. I see a couple of good news at 
&lt;a href="http://www.neowin.net"&gt;Neowin.net&lt;/a&gt;, so 
I'll share with you. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Neowin.net&lt;/span&gt; is one of the technology news site I frequent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	Thou shalt not be a victim. Thou shalt not be a perpetrator. Above all, thou 
	shalt not be a bystander.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Holocaust Museum, Washington, DC&lt;br&gt;
	[I just thought it sounded cool.]&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Firstly, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google &lt;/span&gt;is going to have a new look&lt;/b&gt;. It still loads fast, so don't worry 
that your favorite search engine crawls. I don't see it as a significant 
improvement but it's still news worthy since I use &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Google
&lt;/span&gt;quite often. Some blue 
gradients added. Some changes in their cache pages. Some changes in the image 
finder too I believe.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MSN &lt;/span&gt;is about to release the next version of their popular messenger brilliantly 
named &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger 6.2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; since it's at version 6.1 currently. The usual bug 
fixes I guess. &amp;quot;Launch Site&amp;quot; is renamed to &amp;quot;Fun &amp;amp; Games&amp;quot;, new 
&lt;i&gt;Music Exchange&lt;/i&gt; 
feature to share music like in &lt;a href="http://www.threedegrees.com"&gt;threedegrees&lt;/a&gt;. But what really attracted me was - 
animated display pictures - well, in other words, your display pictures can 
&lt;i&gt;move&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Last year, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Eolas Technologies Inc.&lt;/span&gt; sued browser maker, 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;, for infringing a browser technology that 
allows mini-programs to work in the internet. &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; 
is order to compensate &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Eolas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;US$521 million&lt;/span&gt;. They just sued
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;for the money; all 
browsers [yes, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Mozilla &lt;/span&gt;too] infringed that technology. 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;U.S. Patent and Trademark 
Office&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;b&gt;invalidated &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Eolas&lt;/span&gt;' claims for their web browser 
plug-in technology&lt;/b&gt;. Hence 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; and the other browsers are not required to make 
changes that would have crippled plug-ins such as &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt;
 [good to hear Flash won't be affected]
 and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Quicktime&lt;/span&gt;. Hooray 
for the verdict.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Okay, end of my news reporting. Back to my studying; there is a test tomorrow on 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Database Management Systems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://mystical-dreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, Hailey, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and s-gj [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107884035091751393?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107884035091751393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107884035091751393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884035091751393' title='technology//news'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107875839557784807</id><published>2004-03-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:13:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erotic//theirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;bought 
a photo book. You know, those that feature a sexy girl kinda books? It's hard 
cover and she looks really hot. I can't remember her name! It's &lt;i&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hitomi &lt;/span&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;, I don't remember.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did You Know?&lt;br&gt;
	In August 1983, Peter Stewart of Birmingham, UK set a world record by disco 
	dancing for 408 hours!&lt;/div&gt;
She has this look that is cute and sexy. &lt;b&gt;Sexily cute. Cutely sexy.&lt;/b&gt; Ah, &lt;i&gt;
page 33&lt;/i&gt; even has her in the cute and tiny.. *ahem* Well, the book's very 
stylish. The photographs are very artistic. The scenery is really good too. I 
can't wait to get my digital camera and I'll fly to &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japan
&lt;/span&gt;and find her! I mean, her photographer. You know, so that I can know 
where the sceneries are from.&lt;br&gt;
The book costs &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;SG$71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! As much as I would want 
to enjoy viewing them, I will not spend money buying such things. I don't think 
it's worth it. A chat with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;yesterday revealed 
that he thinks it's worth the money. He also added that having spent
&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;SG$71&lt;/span&gt;, the only thing he can do to make his money 
worthwhile is to view the photo book every day!&lt;br&gt;
There is even a comment that if the book is with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, 
the pages might stick together. &lt;i&gt;[Think dirty.]&lt;/i&gt; I think
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;said it. I told &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi 
Yuan&lt;/span&gt;, if he wants to borrow it, he will be disappointed because the only 
page you can open fully is the one that details on the copyrights and 
publishing! &lt;i&gt;[Read: The other pages stick together.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;
invested SG$40 and SG$31 respectively into this venture. As you can see,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;is the major shareholder. Before that, they 
bought &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;UpToBoy&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese
&lt;/span&gt;magazine which they completely not understand. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;
UpToBoy &lt;/span&gt;is one of those &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;hyper visual magazine for men&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;, if you 
get what I mean. I looked at the cover and saw someone quite familiar..&lt;br&gt;
Nah, it's not my mother. [!! No, Grandma, it's not you either!] It's
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Natsumi Abe&lt;/span&gt;. She was from &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;
Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;. She graduated from there already. She's pretty, I tell 
you. I picked up the magazine and flipped it with disinterest. I got to pretend 
that I am not interested because &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;is telling me 
that I should pay. Now, where is my &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Nacchi &lt;/span&gt;music 
video..? &lt;i&gt;[Nacchi is Natsumi Abe's nickname in Morning Musume.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;, being 
fans of larger-attributed women, didn't find &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Natsumi
&lt;/span&gt;satisfying apparently. So they went on and bought back
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hitomi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hitomi&lt;/span&gt;'s 
sexy poses reigns in every aspect of er.. &lt;i&gt;photography&lt;/i&gt;, yeah, reigns in 
photography.&lt;br&gt;
Oh, I found my &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Nacchi &lt;/span&gt;music video. I'll end now. 
Here's the conclusion:&lt;br&gt;
If &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;'s mother found out about the photo book, 
he'll certainly get killed. At least he can die a happy man.&lt;br&gt;
Ja ne [See you]. If only I can understand what's &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Nacchi
&lt;/span&gt;singing about. &lt;i&gt;Subarashii. Suteki. Suki. Sugoi. Super Sugoi. Subete 
Subarashii deSu. [Just a whole string of crap expressing amazement and fondness. 
Probably wrong, since I gotten it from Japanese anime and anyhow put them 
together.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Disclaimer: Okay, let's be quick on this; my video has started playing. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;are good people. Posting has been exaggerated for reading and writing 
pleasure. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hitomi&lt;/span&gt;'s beauty have been exaggerated too.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and s-gj [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107875839557784807?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107875839557784807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107875839557784807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875839557784807' title='erotic//theirs'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107867075974946165</id><published>2004-03-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:14:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>illegal//trading</title><content type='html'>This post has been updated due to personal reasons. Sorry about that. Do read other posts though. Thanks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;This is what that is left in my post:&lt;br&gt;
You can get pirated software from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Smart Play Trading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, or rather 
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Smart Play Illegal Trading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
It's so advance now. They have a PC there. Choose the game you want and the copy 
the game into an &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Imation &lt;/span&gt;CD-R for you using 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Nero Burning Rom&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that is 
pirated too. You just have to wait for less than 5 minutes and it's done. It costs 
SG$4.00! An &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Imation &lt;/span&gt;CD-R costs less than SG$0.40 [buy a lot]!!&lt;br&gt;
You can find illegal items from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Smart Play Trading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, at
&lt;b&gt;Blk 154 Bukit Batok Street 
11 #01-310 Singapore 650154&lt;/b&gt;. You can call them at (+65)&lt;b&gt;64251976&lt;/b&gt; and fax them at 
(+65)&lt;b&gt;65606443&lt;/b&gt;. Pirated &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Playstation &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Playstation 2&lt;/span&gt; games can be 
found there. The computer in the shop has full of those. I think they even store 
their CD-images into a DVD! I think the person in charged is &lt;b&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;David Wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I am sure the local law enforcement will find their shop very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;Enjoy your day. This post is amended and shortened on Sunday, March 14, 2004 on 11:16 PM, Singapore Time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107867075974946165?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107867075974946165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107867075974946165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867075974946165' title='illegal//trading'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107850129910766782</id><published>2004-03-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:43:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pressured//arcades</title><content type='html'>If I were to join a club or something, my club would have been either the 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Stay 
Home Club&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Going Home Club&lt;/span&gt;. For a surprise, I went out today. And I went 
to the city.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did You Know?&lt;br&gt;
	The plastic things at the end of your shoelaces are called &amp;quot;aglets&amp;quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
It's been a long time since I went to the city willingly. I have been going to 
the city the past few weeks. But none of them are quite willingly. Given a 
choice, I rather not go.&lt;br&gt;
My friends are always going to the city for a sole purpose - the arcades. I 
don't find arcades enjoyable. The different mixes of people. The different mixes 
of soundtracks from different machines that ended up creating noise. I don't 
like the arcade.&lt;br&gt;
Coming term, I will not be going to the arcade with my friends ever again. Truth 
is, I hate that place and week after week I have been suiting my friends. We go 
to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bugis Junction&lt;/span&gt;. We go to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Heeren Shops&lt;/span&gt;. We go to 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/span&gt;. Would you 
mind appending &amp;quot;'s arcade&amp;quot; before the full stop of the previous 3 sentences 
yourself?&lt;br&gt;
I rather go home.. And sleep.. Or probably play the computer games. I never paid 
for my arcade games, every game I played was sponsored as I was forced to play. 
[This really saves quite a bit of money.]&lt;br&gt;
I rather stay in school and read &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Molecular Biology&lt;/span&gt; notes. I never pay attention 
to the classes and I am wondering what the hell is going on. I should work on 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Basic Immunology&lt;/span&gt; too, the last test.. I did something dishonest.&lt;br&gt;
It's hard to say &amp;quot;no&amp;quot;. Peer pressure.. I don't want to be a wet blanket. But 
it's getting irritating now. Everyone tried to &amp;quot;psycho&amp;quot; me to the arcades. 
[&amp;quot;psycho&amp;quot; is used in local young people language as a verb to mean intense 
persuading.] I tend to give in.&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, coming term.. I did some checking and it appears that I am going to be 
quite busy. I guess I can't be going out too.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://katz.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;katz&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://noclue.kuwaderno.net/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;], sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107850129910766782?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107850129910766782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107850129910766782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850129910766782' title='pressured//arcades'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107832865304695243</id><published>2004-03-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:46:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions//answers</title><content type='html'>I was at the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Joint Admissions Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; yesterday. It is an exercise where 
students register for polytechnics (and junior colleges). I was the student 
course advisor. My job is fairly simple, I just stand there and answer the 
questions.&lt;br&gt;
After a while, I even scripted what I want to say. Basically, I just repeat the 
same sentences to them. I made lots of errors too, lol.&lt;br&gt;
And why is that so? They were asking me about courses that I am not studying in. 
Quite a few asked me about &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Medical Technology&lt;/span&gt; (MedTech). Trust me, I know 
nothing about it. My level of understanding equals to what is written on the 
booklet.&lt;br&gt;
I always try to refer students who are interested in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;MedTech
&lt;/span&gt;to their student 
advisors. But they are no where to be found. In fact, fellow student advisors 
referred people who are interested in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;MedTech &lt;/span&gt;to me. They say, 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;MedTech &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Biotech &lt;/span&gt;quite the same lar&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I assure you it's very different.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite/strange questions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: Can you tell me about 
	&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Biotech&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;
	[Oh no, this is the hardest question. Too vague.]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: It's a study of plants and animal cells. It involves genetic engineering 
	and practically all other things you have heard of from the news.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: What do I grow up to be if I study 
	&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Biotech&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Biotechnologist. [Obviously I do speak in more detail.]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: Does CCA points allow deduction in the admission procedure?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Er.. Let me refer you to a lecturer.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Lecturer 1&lt;/span&gt;: Er.. I don't think so.. Hey, Lecturer 2, CCA point still got 
	count or not?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Lecturer 2&lt;/span&gt;: Have, I think have. Hey, Lecturer 3..&lt;br&gt;
	[Basically no one knows this.]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Biotech &lt;/span&gt;got chio bu [This means &amp;quot;pretty women&amp;quot; in Hokkien&amp;quot;] or not?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;[laughs]&lt;/i&gt; Of course there are. Just look at our booth. [There aren't any 
	pretty ones attending to the booths that time.] It depends on weather they 
	want to make an effort to dress up. If they do, they aren't any far of from 
	the &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;School of Business&lt;/span&gt; people. [Words goes around that accounting people are 
	pretty.]&lt;/div&gt;Just to add, another reason why I answer questions so badly is that: I am from 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bioinformatics&lt;/span&gt;!! It's not quite the same! There is 
another &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Biotech &lt;/span&gt;fellow who is always very busy. I am happily advising people who are 
not interested in going to my course. My friends, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn
&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, tells me absolutely no one 
questioned about &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bioinformatics &lt;/span&gt;on Monday. Tuesday morning,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; was on 
duty, no one asked him about &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bioinformatics&lt;/span&gt;. Tuesday afternoon, I was on duty, 
no one asked me too. I guess no one is interested in this course. *yawn*&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107832865304695243?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107832865304695243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107832865304695243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832865304695243' title='questions//answers'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107823172605752180</id><published>2004-03-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:50:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncle//oscar</title><content type='html'>Face it, the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oscars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a bore. The
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;76th Academy Awards&lt;/span&gt; is so predictable and at 
the same time unpredictable. Predictable that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Lord of the Rings: The Return of 
the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (LotR: tRotK) is going to win in most of their nominated categories. 
Unpredictable that &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: tRotK&lt;/span&gt; is going to sweep all its nominated categories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Strange News&lt;br&gt;
	In Kentucky, 2 men tried to pull the front off a cash machine by running a 
	chain from the machine to the bumper of their pickup truck. Instead of 
	pulling the front panel off the machine, though, they pulled the bumper off 
	their truck. Scared, they left the scene and drove home. The vehicle's 
	license plate is attached to the bumper.&lt;/div&gt;
The most filmed person, asides the host for the night, is none other than 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Peter 
Jackson&lt;/span&gt;. Every time &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: tRotK&lt;/span&gt; won in a category, the cameras look that 
direction. And &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: tRotK&lt;/span&gt; won something like 11 awards? I really have to say 
this: he really got to lose some weight. The buttons on his shirt: they looked 
as though they're going to fly out anytime. If not for the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: tRotK&lt;/span&gt;, I would 
have imagined &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Jackson &lt;/span&gt;lying on the couch, munching packets and packets of 
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Lay's 
Potato Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, drinking strongly-brewed beers, holding a remote control, surfing 
the television channels until he found one with lots of bikini babes and scream 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;yeah, baby&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
As &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Billy Crystal&lt;/span&gt; says, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;It is now official that there is no one left in
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;New 
Zealand&lt;/span&gt; to thank&amp;quot;.&lt;/i&gt; I can't help but to agree.&lt;br&gt;
Speaking of whom [is there &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;speaking of whom&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, 'cause it kinda sounded 
erroneous], the pre-show thingy that &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Billy Crystal&lt;/span&gt; did, it's not that 
particularly funny. The only funny thing during then is watching 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Billy Crystal&lt;/span&gt; 
sings not-so-funny stuff with the audience laughing like it's the funniest shit 
they heard whole evening.&lt;br&gt;
Unfortunately, it is quite so. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;'s singing turned out to be one of the 
more entertaining chapters of the show. Is it just me or is &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Oscars
&lt;/span&gt;getting kinda 
boring. I looked at my clock &lt;i&gt;[that goes, &amp;quot;tick tock tick tock&amp;quot;]&lt;/i&gt; again and again. 
I'm falling asleep after 2 hours of the show. &lt;br&gt;
Although &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: tRotK&lt;/span&gt; won so many awards, they are technical awards. I don't 
think they won any acting-related awards. Thankfully I say. You know, the fourth 
orc counting from the right, marching in. Well, he should win the award. And the 
other orc.. Oh, there's also the hobbit who lives in the third house from the 
entrance. Thank goodness, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Frodo Baggins&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;i&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;another award for &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;LotR: 
tRotK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107823172605752180?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107823172605752180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107823172605752180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823172605752180' title='uncle//oscar'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107815208182455365</id><published>2004-03-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:43:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term//break</title><content type='html'>My term break is here. I don't have to go to school for this week. I 
start reviewing excitingly on possible activities to be done.&lt;br&gt;
For a change, I am going to do some studying this term break. Yeah, studying. 
I'll start tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;To-do list:&lt;br&gt;
Study. [I'll start tomorrow maybe.. But I'm not free tomorrow. I think I'll 
	start on Wednesday. No, wait.. there's..]&lt;br&gt;
Clear 5 GB worth of anime from my computer. My free disk space is an a rather 
unhealthy state. I cleared 1.2 GB already.&lt;br&gt;
I'll be buying a pencil case.&lt;br&gt;
I am trying to play &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic&lt;/span&gt;. I hope to at least 
get to half of the game.&lt;br&gt;
New layout for my blog.&lt;br&gt;
Make a &lt;i&gt;Hangman&lt;/i&gt; game using &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Visual Studio&lt;/span&gt;. [I made one with 
	&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Macromedia 
Flash&lt;/span&gt; so I just have to reprogram it into another language.]&lt;br&gt;
Find out on monoclonal antibodies, as I need to present it in front of
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt;'s 
class. Damn, I don't even have any idea what's that.&lt;/div&gt;Okay, forget about the 
&lt;i&gt;Hangman&lt;/i&gt; game. I am confident I can't do that, not in Microsoft Visual 
Studio. I'm study 
more first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Poem&lt;br&gt;
	Happiness: We rarely feel it.&lt;br&gt;
	I would buy it, beg it, steal it,&lt;br&gt;
	Pay in coins of dripping blood&lt;br&gt;
	For this one transcendent good.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Amy Lowell&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
1.5 years has passed. It's really fast. It feels like I'm still in first year or 
something. I am in the middle of my second year now. Coming July will be my 
third year. And coming December, the second half of my third year will start. 
The second half of my third year is work attachments to companies or 
universities.&lt;br&gt;
I secretly [so much for it being a secret..] hope I could get attached to 
foreign countries. A conversation at my class tutor's house revealed that 
there's a chance of going to Japan for attachment. I never thought about going 
there. I hoped to go to a foreign country, but not &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;. It's just too foreign. 
I don't speak the language. I'll be in deep shit there.&lt;br&gt;
After my days in polytechnic, I will go into compulsory national service. I am 
not looking forward to that. The pay is pathetic. It is going to waste around 3 
years of my life. [I don't think I'll live to 80.] I was never into military 
stuff. I don't even know which rank is higher than which. Bah, they should just 
pray I don't betray the country or something..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107815208182455365?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107815208182455365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107815208182455365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815208182455365' title='term//break'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107797693354445767</id><published>2004-02-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T22:04:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa//tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I will be going to  &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; for class outing tomorrow.  &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; is an island 
located in the south of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. I go there quite frequently in the past. Now 
I am returning to this place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Crazy Riddle&lt;br&gt;
	Question: What is full of holes yet can still hold water ?&lt;br&gt;
	Answer: Sponge&lt;/div&gt;
I never understood  &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;'s appeal, if there's any. To me, it's a boring place. 
Right now, it's even worse with so many things there aren't construction.&lt;br&gt;
We supposed to meet at 11. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; suggested that we go there earlier to play 
volleyball [and check out the girls in bikini].&lt;br&gt;
But, you know, I am not interested in playing volleyball. I don't like the 
game. I rather kick the volleyball like a football or use the beach volleyball 
court to play badminton. I can imagine myself being hit by the damn volleyball 
now. Balls always have an affinity to me. They always come flying my way and I 
have to find all ways to avoid it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pei Shan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; were even practising volleyball at school so 
as to perform better in  &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; beaches. They're so enthusiastic.&lt;br&gt;
I hate to disappoint them. I doubt many will be there. I imagine around 8 people 
to be there only. I think some will leave early too.&lt;br&gt;
The last time I been to  &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; was a year ago with the 
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Chemical and Life 
Sciences Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; people. It's more like an ice breaker activity. We're just there 
to get to know our friends better. The only thing I can remember is 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ming Hao&lt;/span&gt; 
being enthusiastic about eating in &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;. So I went there with him and 
settled our lunch there. And then.. We left shortly.&lt;br&gt;
I wonder if I'll end up leaving early this time too. If it's boring.. I might. 
&lt;i&gt;[Wait, there's peer pressure that'll make me stay.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetusbasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://www.starz-.blogspot.com/"&gt;kAixIn&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107797693354445767?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107797693354445767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107797693354445767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797693354445767' title='sentosa//tomorrow'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107779448948296649</id><published>2004-02-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:44:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying//initiated</title><content type='html'>It wasn't a good day to begin with in the first place. I woke up at 6 in the 
morning and start to read through my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Basic Immunology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; notes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;
	A building in which silence is enforced, like a library or school room, is 
	referred to as a silentium.&lt;/div&gt;
Yesterday, I was right in front of my computer doing my formal report. I haven't 
even complete now. Apparently, I have no idea what's going on in school. I read 
the experiment worksheet from the front to the back and then back to front. 
Still have no idea. And &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt;, my practical partner, is needing my part of 
the work before he can further his part. [The formal report is pair work.]&lt;br&gt;
There is a 5 hour break in school and it'll be a good time to study for my 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Basic 
Immunology&lt;/span&gt; test. It didn't happen as I plan. My clique suggests to book a 
discussion room to study in the library. Having heard that suggestion, I knew I 
wouldn't be able to study.&lt;br&gt;
It would have been nice being right, but I wish I weren't this time. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; is 
surprisingly noisy in the discussion room. Joking. Laughing. Talking. Writing on 
the whiteboard. A rather active person.&lt;br&gt;
How the hell can I study under such unfavorable conditions? It is not inducing 
me to study. I am just in the discussion room in order to not be a wet blanket. 
I suffered because of that. If I were to say I don't want to see them while 
studying, it would have sounded mean and unfriendly.&lt;br&gt;
I can't study with a group of people talking about other things other than my 
studying subject. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; was talking, and the only time he is quiet is when he 
is listening to his music. He blasts the ear piece that everyone can hear his songs. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;was trying to study too. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; was half-asleep already. And 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;.. He 
needs to read aloud to study.&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't long that I found myself chatting. I should just delete 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;from the picture, it'll be quite perfect. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; is half-asleep so he 
doesn't talk. [Oh, now that Ben know the presence of my blog: Well, Ben is a 
nice fellow. He just needs to not read aloud when studying as a group.]&lt;br&gt;
When the judgment hour is nearing, I really need to study. I fail to do that 
still. I went into the lecture theatre where the test is at.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt; gave out the papers. I was shocked. I knew I was going to fail. Fail 
badly this time. I was angry with my friends. Frustrated, I reached for my bag 
and retrieve &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt;'s notes.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	ben [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107779448948296649?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107779448948296649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107779448948296649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779448948296649' title='studying//initiated'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107763339412745066</id><published>2004-02-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:38:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day//initiated</title><content type='html'>I plugged the ear piece into my ear [well, it's not called &amp;quot;ear piece&amp;quot; for no 
reason] and set off to school. It's a routine thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle. And how can we 
	generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most 
	quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Virginia Woolf&lt;/div&gt;
I left my home 40 minutes before school starts. Unlock my gate and start wearing 
my foot wear [I suppose you know where these goes to now]. I even lock my gate 
the exact same way. I left my home, blasting my music.&lt;br&gt;
I walked a short distance and start to review what I'm supposed to bring for the 
day. Usually, I end up heading back home because I forget to bring something 
out. Yesterday I forgot my &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Visual Basic .NET&lt;/span&gt; textbook, sometimes I forget my lap 
coat. There are times I wore sandals out of my house when there's practical 
lessons in the bio laboratories. [You have to cover your foot fully while 
working on experiments.]&lt;br&gt;
It depends on the music I'm listening to. If it's slow, I walk slowly. If it's 
fast, I walk fastly [okay, &amp;quot;quickly&amp;quot; makes a better word]. I learnt not to 
listen to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Misia &lt;/span&gt;on the way, because I always feel the world is such a nice place 
and I would like to walk slowly to enjoy it. I listen to people like 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shiina 
Ringo&lt;/span&gt;. She makes me feel motivated and she seems to be screaming &amp;quot;you should up 
your gears and move faster&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
My 15-minutes walking journey ends at the train station. I took the train to 
school and it takes around 15 minutes too. I like taking the train, squeezing 
and getting squeezed in the train. Watching the people who can't board 
sadistically from the inside of the cabin of train, thinking I'm so lucky.&lt;br&gt;
The morning is all about rushing. At least in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. Everybody squeezes and 
pushes just to get in the train. I do the same. &lt;br&gt;
After 15 minutes, I'll reach &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Dover &lt;/span&gt;station, that's where my school is. I look 
around for &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes for Ben. I used to only wait for 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;when he 
messages me to wait. So one day, I didn't receive his message. [You see, I 
always receive his message to wait.] I didn't wait for him, and did not inform 
him. I went to class straight. And then I receive a call starting with the 
question &amp;quot;Where are you?&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
Opps.&lt;br&gt;
The call ended with &amp;quot;Fuck you &lt;i&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
On a side note, I was nominated for &lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;
Silent Fear Awards&lt;/a&gt; for the categories:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;- Best Site Name&lt;br&gt;
- Well Designed&lt;br&gt;
- Best Layout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The voting is up again, it was down previously. Please do support me by voting
&lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, since I egoistically 
nominated my own blog, lol. Do check out the other nominees too. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	si1ent [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107763339412745066?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107763339412745066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107763339412745066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763339412745066' title='day//initiated'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107746485937809998</id><published>2004-02-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:49:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duplication//initiated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; passed me the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SPEED
&lt;/span&gt;album last Thursday. I didn't ask for it, I am 
quite skeptical about &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SPEED &lt;/span&gt;doing a come back.
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SPEED &lt;/span&gt;is a popular &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese
&lt;/span&gt;girl 
group that broken up so as to further their studies. [Rumor says there are 
disagreements in the group that cause it.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Did you know?&lt;br&gt;The term &amp;quot;Blue Chip&amp;quot; comes from the color of the poker chip 
	with the highest value, blue.&lt;/div&gt;
I secretly owned one of the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SPEED &lt;/span&gt;compilation albums called 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Dear Friend 1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. 
It's one of the two compilation albums released moments before their split. The 
second album was cleverly titled &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Dear Friends 2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I really liked that album of mine, but I didn't share with anybody. Nobody 
suspect I was listening to this type of music as I listen to 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;music 
mainly.&lt;br&gt;
Enough of that, so &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; offered to lend me the album. I'm quite surprised 
because no one offered to lend me their CDs before, lol. Then he told me it's 
copy-controlled.&lt;br&gt;
Great. Can't copy. [He previously asked if I want him to burn a copy for me, I 
turned him down as I prefer it in WMA format, my portable CD player reads WMA.] 
I announced to him that I have my ways to get it ripped into my computer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;My method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Place the copy-controlled CD into scorching hot water.&lt;br&gt;
Put a teaspoon of pepper and 2 tablespoons of Tabasco sauce.&lt;br&gt;
Stir well and put some strawberries inside.&lt;br&gt;
Put everything in the oven and set the oven at 200 degree Celsius for 20 
minutes.&lt;br&gt;
Remove it from oven and it's ready to serve to the CD drive's tray.&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I didn't do my method, I just popped the disc in my CD drive and 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows 
Media Player (WMP)&lt;/span&gt; just popped up. I commanded WMP to search for the names of 
the tracks. The search is successful, WMP auto-fills in the names and even the 
composer too.&lt;br&gt;
I clicked on the &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Copy Music&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; button. I was in for a surprise.&lt;br&gt;
Not that WMP explode [boom!] or something.. It copied! There was no message 
whatsoever, it just copied. So much for a copy-controlled CD.&lt;br&gt;
The same thing happened for the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;CD - Guilty. It supposed to be 
copy-controlled but I did a CD-to-CD Copy and the CD worked fine. The same thing 
happened to &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;5566&lt;/span&gt;'s new album, I copied and ripped. It allowed me to. [I am not 
into &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;5566&lt;/span&gt;, it's my brother.. I want more
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shiina Ringo&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
So what's this copy-protection about, can anyone tell me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107746485937809998?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107746485937809998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107746485937809998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746485937809998' title='duplication//initiated'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107737055303775693</id><published>2004-02-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:41:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang//not</title><content type='html'>It's several weeks after that I wanted to make a comment about
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William Hung&lt;/span&gt;. Being a civil engineer student,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William Hung&lt;/span&gt; tried the impossible to battle 
against fellow contestants in the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; 
audition. As expected, the impossible is indeed impossible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - John Powell&lt;/div&gt;
There is no doubt that &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William Hung&lt;/span&gt; is brave. I 
mean, who would dare to bang in front of national TV; what's more, in
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;America &lt;/span&gt;which has something like - correct me if 
I'm wrong - 300 million people. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William &lt;/span&gt;has been a 
great sport frankly. There is nothing bad about his personality.&lt;br&gt;
However his innocence, courageousness and humble beginnings backfired. He 
appeared naive, silly and more silly. The narrator even told him to &lt;b&gt;bang&lt;/b&gt; 
somewhere else. What has the poor &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;did to 
deserve these embarrassing moments?&lt;br&gt;
Everything.&lt;br&gt;
He should have watched a couple of episodes of American Idol and think hard: is 
my singing of any standard? He tried hard, he probably knew he'll be the joke of 
the town, correction: world. &lt;br&gt;
He sang &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;She Bangs&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; in front 
of 3 celebrated judges. One of which is &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Randy Jackson&lt;/span&gt;, 
who spend more than half the time covering his head with an A4 size paper. Judge
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Paula Abdul&lt;/span&gt; is probably thinking what to say to 
make that poor guy feel encouraged. The last judge, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Simon 
Cowell&lt;/span&gt;, swallowed much of his sarcasms and didn't say much bad things for 
once.&lt;br&gt;
I laughed in front of my 34-inch television. I told myself he's going to make it 
big. Not in the music field, but in &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;CNN&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;CNBC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;BBC&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Fox News&lt;/span&gt; and all other news channels.&lt;br&gt;
He became extremely famous. My local television channel, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;
Channel 5&lt;/span&gt;, telecasted &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;American Idol 3&lt;/span&gt;. Part 
of the screen shows distracting SMS-es, where the nothing-to-do home viewers 
sent in, claiming that they want William Hung to be back in &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;
American Idol&lt;/span&gt; to participate.&lt;br&gt;
That is totally unacceptable, at least to me, likely to Fox too. It's sad to see
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William &lt;/span&gt;being laughed upon, but there's no need to 
make William into the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;. That itself is 
unrealistic. It is absurd and plain stupid. I wished the others can just wake 
up. Stop this &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William Hung&lt;/span&gt; crap, don't support 
him. It's not worth it at all. I see nothing good in him except his 
entertainment in the rather boring audition.&lt;br&gt;
Show business is a harsh world, not for innocent kids like
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;. He makes a good comedian and a good 
sport. He belongs to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (SNL), 
not &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! Just knock the door of
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;SNL &lt;/span&gt;producers, he'll be part of the show in no time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107737055303775693?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107737055303775693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107737055303775693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737055303775693' title='bang//not'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107729249909058235</id><published>2004-02-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:17:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music//finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I won&amp;#8217;t be posting Japanese music lyric translations for a while. I sort of ended my run too. I planned to post 10 of these. I post every Friday until the there are 10. The feedback has been quite positive so far, but last week, I posted number 10.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;!--didyouknow--&gt;So this week, there&amp;#8217;s nothing. I decide to post some credits instead.&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;I listen to some Japanese songs, some of which have rather strange lyrics, so I posted them. I never did translations, I do not understand Japanese. I took lyric translations from fan pages etc. Sometimes, the web fails me and I ended up typing the lyrics out by copying the subtitles from the video clip.&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;The songs come from different sources, I shan&amp;#8217;t talk much about it, lol. Some came from video clips. I use &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/agrgic.geo/arminio.htm"&gt;m&amp;#038;g Software&amp;#8217;s &lt;span class="caps"&gt;AVI&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="caps"&gt;WAV&lt;/span&gt; extractor 3.5&lt;/a&gt; to extract out the sound from the video. [The software is free by the way.]&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;For song cropping, normalizing of volumes and fading in and out, I use either &lt;a href="http://www.nero.com/en/index.html"&gt;Ahead Nero Wave Editor&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.sonicfoundry.com/"&gt;Sonic Foundry Sound Forge&lt;/a&gt;. Both are good programs, I use the latter more though.&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;Songs are encoded in Windows Media Audio 9 for smaller downloads at a quality loss. I use &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowsmedia/9series/encoder/default.aspx"&gt;Microsoft Windows Media Encoder 9 Series&lt;/a&gt; to encode all my music. [This is a free software too.] Windows Media Audio sounds best at lower bit rates as compared to other formats.&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;Some posts include still image captures, these are captured by &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowsmedia/9Series/GettingStarted/Download/download.asp"&gt;Microsoft Windows Media Player 9 Series&lt;/a&gt;. [This is another free software.] Images are later cropped or edited by &lt;a href="http://www.macromedia.com/software/fireworks/"&gt;Macromedia Fireworks&lt;/a&gt;. [&lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/photoshop/main.html"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/a&gt; committed suicide, great..]&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;These are the past postings [Most of the music are removed already, sorry.]&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;ol&gt;

  &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2003/12/12/musicichi/"&gt;music//ichi&lt;/a&gt; [Ayumi Hamasaki &amp;#8211; Real Me]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2003/12/19/musicni/"&gt; music//ni&lt;/a&gt; [Yukino Satsuki &amp;#8211; Densetsu no Onsen &lt;span class="caps"&gt;GAME &lt;/span&gt;(Legendary Hot-Springs Turtle)]&lt;/li&gt;

   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2003/12/26/musicsan/"&gt; music//san&lt;/a&gt; [NICEGUYJIN &amp;#8211; Hai, Irasshai! (Hello, Welcome!)]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/01/02/musicshi/"&gt; music//shi&lt;/a&gt; [Funta &amp;#8211; Wake Up Angel ~ Negaimashite wa Mugen Nari ~ (Wake Up Angel ~ Wishing for this is unlimited ~)]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/01/09/musicgo/"&gt; music//go&lt;/a&gt; [Aoi Tada &amp;#8211; Wo Qui Non Coin]&lt;/li&gt;

   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/01/17/musicroku/"&gt; music//roku&lt;/a&gt; [Yuuichirou Sakuraba &amp;#8211; Hitoribocchi no Haburashi (Lonely Toothbrush)]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/01/23/musicshichi/"&gt; music//shichi&lt;/a&gt; [Gackt &amp;#8211; To build a fire (To feel a fire)]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/01/30/musichachi/"&gt; music//hachi&lt;/a&gt; [Judy and Mary &amp;#8211; Kujira 12 gou (Whale #12)]&lt;/li&gt;

   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/02/07/musicku/"&gt; music//ku&lt;/a&gt; [Maki Goto &amp;#8211; Genshoku &lt;span class="caps"&gt;GAL &lt;/span&gt;Hadeni Ikube! (An Authentic &lt;span class="caps"&gt;GAL &lt;/span&gt;Should Be Bold)]&lt;/li&gt;
   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beconfused.com/blog/2004/02/14/musicju/"&gt; music//ju&lt;/a&gt; [MiniMoni &amp;#8211; Okashi Tsukutte Okassui (Making Sweets: Strange)]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

 &lt;/ol&gt;

 &lt;p&gt;I enjoyed posting these. I&amp;#8217;ll do these weekly posting thingy in future too.&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, I posted a quote that has been posted a day before. I forgotten to change it to a new one in my template. Opps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107729249909058235?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107729249909058235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107729249909058235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729249909058235' title='music//finish'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107720102865816875</id><published>2004-02-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:32:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting//fellow</title><content type='html'>Some people coin new terms. [I was refering to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;, he coined some 
rather amusing ones like &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;misunderestimate&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.] My classmates instead amended 
existing ones.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Bush Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;&amp;quot;They &lt;i&gt;misunderestimated&lt;/i&gt; me.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - George W. Bush (Nov 6, 2000)&lt;br&gt;
	[What? Is this misunderstand plus underestimate? He coined a new word..]&lt;/div&gt;
It is purely sarcasm, I tell you. When someone says &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;you're so interesting&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, it 
actually means &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;you're full of shit&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. A quarter of my class seemed to agree that 
Ben is the most &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;interesting&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; person. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben
&lt;/span&gt;must be quite disappointed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; says things like, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;It's
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;. Expect the unexpected&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;is pretty much 
a gamer. He plays lots of games, especially adventure and RPG [Role Playing 
Games] ones.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I am level 99, H.P. 999,&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; he reported to me when I requested for his status.&lt;br&gt;
To &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, everything explodes. His favorite word is
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;boom&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, the sound of 
explosions. The water fountain can go boom, the computer can be boom, and even 
the school can go boom. Boom!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;'s favorite phrase is &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;dot dot dot&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, used to suggest the other party is 
speaking of something rather corny. It's like I am chatting with him over 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN 
Messenger&lt;/span&gt; or something. He literally says &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;dot dot dot&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I used to say that in 
secondary school, but not often. I said it differently from 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, mine is &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;dot 
&amp;lt;pause&amp;gt; dot &amp;lt;pause&amp;gt; dot&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, well, basically I pause longer.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;exclaims &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;question mark&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; when he is confused. [I never exclaim 
that before.] It's really amusing when I first heard it. &lt;br&gt;
But these amusements fail to amuse me now, I'm tired. He does tell some jokes 
too. Most of his jokes are downright lame and corny. I can't help but to feel a 
sudden discomfort when I hear his lame jokes. 2 types of lame jokes, one of 
which is lame and funny, the other is lame and lame. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben
&lt;/span&gt;speaks the latter.&lt;br&gt;
But people are starting to make fun of him. Calling him &amp;quot;interesting&amp;quot;. Sometimes 
I say that he's &amp;quot;interesting&amp;quot;, he'll say &amp;quot;shuddup lar&amp;quot; [Shut up]. Oh, he's 
angry. I'll be quiet.&lt;br&gt;
He's rather gullible too. He went on a basic theory test for driving. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; 
insisted that the road sign for train tracks refers to the airplane zone. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; nods and agrees. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn
&lt;/span&gt;starts to laugh at Ben because he doesn't know that 
road sign refers to airplanes.&lt;br&gt;
Believe it or not, but &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;believed that it's the airplane zone road sign!&lt;br&gt;
&amp;quot;Interesting&amp;quot; fellow, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;is a nice person. A person too nice in fact, to end up being joked upon. 
And why is he nice? Well, he never owe me money more than a day.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;still 
owes me 6 bucks..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
On a side note, I was nominated for &lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;
Silent Fear Awards&lt;/a&gt; for the categories:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;- Best Site Name&lt;br&gt;
- Well Designed&lt;br&gt;
- Best Layout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Please do support me by voting &lt;a href="http://www.silent-fear.org/awards/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, 
since I egoistically nominated my own blog, lol. Do check out the other nominees 
too. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107720102865816875?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107720102865816875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107720102865816875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720102865816875' title='interesting//fellow'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107701768305957334</id><published>2004-02-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:36:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it//sucks</title><content type='html'>My crazy father returned home with something extra today. He unpacked the box 
and he revealed to us what is known as a vacuum cleaner in modern days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Bush Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;&amp;quot;They &lt;i&gt;misunderestimated&lt;/i&gt; me.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - George W. Bush (Nov 6, 2000)&lt;br&gt;
	[What? Is this misunderstand plus underestimate? He coined a new word..]&lt;/div&gt;
What I saw is this huge vacuum cleaner that probably has industrial-sized power 
to vacuum the water from the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Singapore River&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, 
wait a minute. He did buy the damn vacuum to suck up all the water.&lt;br&gt;
That vacuum cleaner looks bad on the exterior. It is bulky and I can't seem to 
think of any place to store that machine. Basically, it totally &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;.. 
Well, which is good in a way especially when I wouldn't want to get a vacuum 
cleaner that doesn't &lt;i&gt;suck&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
My father place it in our balcony. It's already quite messy there and we don't 
have a big balcony. The last thing we need in the balcony - something that 
sucks.&lt;br&gt;
Carefully, I plugged in and switched on the vacuum cleaner. I watched from afar 
hoping that it works well because it seriously looked as if it's going to 
explode anytime. I can imagine &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;doing that &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;booom!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; 
sound effect really.&lt;br&gt;
It works like a beauty and sounds like a frustrated beast. The sound is still 
ringing in my mind. The sound is enough to ward off mosquitoes and all other 
evil creatures. It sounded like those electrical insect repellent with a lot 
more decibels.&lt;br&gt;
I found alternate users for it. When a guest requires an extra stool, the vacuum 
cleaner can certainly help. It can be improvised into a stool. And look ma, it 
even comes with a set of wheels! If my mother can't reach the clothes in the 
balcony, she can also step on top of the vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner 
looks strong enough to support my 55 kg mother.&lt;br&gt;
The actual reason that my father bought a vacuum turns out to be quite an 
alternate use too. He wanted to suck the water from our air conditioners. That's 
so stupid. He has been grumbling since years ago. He claims our air conditioners 
are noisy because &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;the water is stuck in the pipe&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I tell you, it's crap. I have been in school for 12 years, I know my stuff. I 
don't see what has the air conditioner generator's noise level got to do with 
obstructions in the pipe. [The repairmen came a number of times and my father is 
very rude to them. It never got repaired.] And he bought a vacuum cleaner just 
like that. As in, he went out, and returned with it. There is no discussion 
whatsoever. I told you he's crazy.&lt;br&gt;
Life is like a vacuum cleaner I guess..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and 
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107701768305957334?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107701768305957334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107701768305957334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107701768305957334' title='it//sucks'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107694505952907410</id><published>2004-02-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:34:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five//hours</title><content type='html'>Early at 8, I reached school. I walked to school with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt;. [Just to digress: I have this thing with sorting things alphabetically, 
lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Strange Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;&amp;quot;If I am to speak ten minutes, I need a week for preparation; if fifteen 
	minutes, three days; if half an hour, two days; if an hour, I am ready now.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Woodrow Wilson&lt;/div&gt;
I walk to school from the train station, it's a short distance. It used to be 
quite boring, but my wonderful polytechnic has done some landscaping to it. Now 
there's waters running down beautifully like a waterfall. I suspect the reason 
they construct it is to show it off to our dear so-call elected president. You 
see, he won because there are no candidates..&lt;br&gt;
As we were walking towards the lecture theatre, I saw &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pei Shan&lt;/span&gt; and her boyfriend 
leaving the school. &lt;br&gt;
[drum rolls] Drum rolls not for &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Pei Shan&lt;/span&gt; but for the fact that the lesson is 
cancelled and the fact that we are going to be idle till 1 in the afternoon. 
That's 5 hours of break.&lt;br&gt;
So we merrily talked in the food court. I was munching my &lt;i&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Sausage McMuffin with 
Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; while talking and laughing. Then I ate the harsh brown. 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;McDonald's &lt;/span&gt;made good 
breakfast. That's the only thing I like - breakfast. I tried the 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;KFC &lt;/span&gt;one and I 
start to I'm-Lovin'-It &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br&gt;
We proceeded to the library and booked a discussion room. Well, it's a 
discussion room. We were discussing anything that is not related to school. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; were discussing about 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Pokémon&lt;/span&gt;. Right, &lt;i&gt;Mewtwo&lt;/i&gt; is better than 
&lt;i&gt;Mew&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, got that noted down.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; let me listened to the new 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Speed &lt;/span&gt;CD. [Speed is a much loved 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;girl group; they recently released that come-back album - Bridge.] I didn't 
quite enjoy the songs. I am going into more unique sounding songs nowadays.&lt;br&gt;
It was the last hour that we remember why we booked this discussion room for. We 
have a test later. And we haven't study finish. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt;, 
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and gj [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107694505952907410?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107694505952907410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107694505952907410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694505952907410' title='five//hours'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107675904144196921</id><published>2004-02-14T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:43:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music//ju</title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the silliest songs I heard. I especially like the bass 
of this track. It's rather &amp;quot;rockish&amp;quot; in a childish way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Strange News&lt;br&gt;
	NEW YORK, NY. A man was knocked down by a car and got up uninjured, but lay 
	back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to feign injury in 
	order to collect insurance money. The car rolled forward and crushed him to 
	death.&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Associated Press, 1977&lt;/div&gt;
The song is called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Okashi Tsukette Okassui&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [I searched and found several 
similar Romanized names like &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Okashi Tsukette Okkasi&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Okashi Tsukette 
Okassi&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.] I can't find the title translation for this song so I translated the 
title myself to be something like &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Making Sweets: Strange&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; or something. I don't 
learn Japanese so I may be wrong. Can someone tell me the correct translation of 
the title?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MiniMoni &lt;/span&gt;members - &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mari Yaguchi&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Nozomi Tsuji&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ai Kago&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mika Todd&lt;/span&gt; - starred 
in the movie - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;MoniMoni The Movie: The Great Cake Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a couple of years 
back. I first heard that song from this film.&lt;br&gt;
The movie's about &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MiniMoni &lt;/span&gt;members running a confectionery that does wonderful 
cakes. Just hours before their shop's anniversary, an evil queen sought to 
destroy the cakes they made. Just when things go bad, their sizes got reduced. 
Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing after all.&lt;br&gt;
I have encoded &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;56sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sample 
in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;WMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;file proprietary &lt;i&gt;(Windows 
Media Audio 9; 48 kbps, 44 kHz, stereo 2-pass CBR)&lt;/i&gt; for you people. This is 
the best quality I have encoded again, at the expense of file sizes again. :)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/okashi.wma"&gt;Download the 
sample from here &lt;i&gt;(355 KB)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [In &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;, right click on 
the link and choose the option &amp;quot;Save Target As...&amp;quot;. Download it quick, as I'll remove it on 
&lt;i&gt;February 23&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Okashi Tsukutte Okassui&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Making Sweets: Strange]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Oide yo! Oide yo! Oide yo! Oide yo!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Oide yo! Oide yo! Oide yo! Oide yo!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Issho ni okashi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Together: Sweets!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Issho wa okassui~!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Together: Strange~!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Okashi wa itsudemo SHAI dakara&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Because sweets are always SHY]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Hotondo kaiwa mo nai keredo&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[They don't really have very much to say]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okassui~!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[So strange~!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Okashi wa itsudemo mirokuteki!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets are always fascinating!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Shotaimenna noni oishisou&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[They look so good at just the first glance]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okashi fushigi!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Sweets wondrous!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Okassui~!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[So strange~!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Source: The movie itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
After I watched the film, the words &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;okashi fushigi&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; still rings in my mind. I 
watch it last time by the way. So it proofs how addictive this tune is to me. &lt;i&gt;Okassui&lt;/i&gt;, isn't it?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id=specmsg&gt;Still images from the movie:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni0.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Land&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni1.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Makes A Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni2.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Ai Kago and Nozomi Tsuji plus Ai Takahashi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni3.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Ai Takahashi being nervous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni4.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Became Small&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni5.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Yaguchi Crying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni6.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni's Cake Ordeal Ends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/MiniMoni7.jpg"&gt;MiniMoni Looks To A Better Future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[shall be removed after &lt;i&gt;March 19]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 
thing about this movie is that it seems to be a satire of the actual 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MiniMoni &lt;/span&gt;group. In the end of the movie, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yaguchi &lt;/span&gt;left the confectionery she started and 
appointed &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mika Todd&lt;/span&gt; to be the manager. Takahashi then joined the lovely 
cake-making crew. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yaguchi &lt;/span&gt;left to take care of the 4 kids as part of the story.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yaguchi &lt;/span&gt;indeed left &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MiniMoni&lt;/span&gt;. With the addition of Takahashi and a new leader, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;MiniMoni &lt;/span&gt;also changed their styles. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yaguchi &lt;/span&gt;went on to manage &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Hello! Project Kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;
	Those who commented/tagged in the previous posting:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.4evahere.tk/"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/a&gt;, 
	GJ [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and
	&lt;a href="http://www.pinky-.blogspot.com/"&gt;k|inG&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Additional links:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107124310592407046"&gt;music//ichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107183895047870250"&gt;
	music//ni&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107242470655145153"&gt;
	music//san&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107305048869929219"&gt;
	music//shi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107366399782707885"&gt;
	music//go&lt;/a&gt;, music//intermission,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107434943821461901"&gt;
	music//roku&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107484516342087917"&gt;
	music//shichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107547368635789787"&gt;
	music//hachi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_beconfused_archive.html#107616290277929983"&gt;
	music//ku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107675904144196921?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107675904144196921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107675904144196921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107675904144196921' title='music//ju'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107658688691158792</id><published>2004-02-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:57:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked//up</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck you!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; he scolded. Right, he scolded me that. He should just 
&lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt; off 
because the whole incident is his whole damned fault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Famous Quote&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do 
	evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Albert Einstein&lt;/div&gt;
School has ended for me and I was merrily walk out of school. [I always drag my 
feet to school.] I was walking on the pavement with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
That is when I met with an accident. With a damned bicycle.&lt;br&gt;
There is this &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; middle-age man riding a bicycle. I so &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; hate 
bicycles right now by the way. He was riding his &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; bicycle on the 
pavement. It is illegal to ride a bicycle on the pavement in 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. All 
bicycles go onto roads with cars unless otherwise stated.&lt;br&gt;
So as I was saying, he and his &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; bicycle come charging towards us. I 
didn't notice it because I was listening to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; talking 
about some stuff.&lt;br&gt;
His &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; bicycle's fucking handle got hooked by my bag. He fell.&lt;br&gt;
I apologized to him several times. I shouldn't have done so.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck you!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; he scolded. He is totally &lt;i&gt;fucked up&lt;/i&gt;, trying to get back to his feet.&lt;br&gt;
The last thing I want to hear after apologizing is the word &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;fuck&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I am sure he 
is furious. So, I thought for what to say.&lt;br&gt;
Before I can open my mouth, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; opened his.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;[spoke in Mandarin angrily]&lt;/i&gt;: What are you saying?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Fucking Middle-age Man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;[spoke in Mandarin angrily]&lt;/i&gt;: You never look while you 
walk!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;HM&lt;/span&gt;: It's illegal to ride a bicycle on the pavement.&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;FMM&lt;/span&gt;: Bullshit. You aren't looking! Walk on the pavement without looking.&lt;/div&gt;What did I say? Nothing came out of my mouth. I was angry when that 
&lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; 
middle-age man scolded &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck you!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, but after
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; opened his mouth, my 
anger subsided. My anger was totally gone. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt;'s mouth does miracles!&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, I don't feel sorry for the &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; middle-age man now. He and his total 
&lt;i&gt;fucked up&lt;/i&gt; bicycle. I did felt it's my fault that he fell. But he has broken the 
law, scolded me &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck you!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I understand his feelings when that 
&lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; 
middle-age man fell, but I don't like anger being vented on me.&lt;br&gt;
I returned home cursing every single bicyclist I see that's cycling in the park. 
It is illegal to cycle in parks too, unless there are special bicycle-only 
tracks.&lt;br&gt;
I just turned my blog to a not-for-children-below-15 (NC-15) page. Just to let 
you know, my mood is quite relaxed and amused when I typed this. The not-so-nice 
words are used for amusement purposes. Did I mention that he looked so stupid 
when he fell? lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://aliensworld.journalspace.com/"&gt;wei.ting&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and
	sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107658688691158792?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107658688691158792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107658688691158792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658688691158792' title='fucked//up'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107634083312949099</id><published>2004-02-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:35:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science//magazines</title><content type='html'>Please don't say I'm mad, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt;. Truth is that, 
last Sunday, I borrow two issues of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Scientific American&lt;/span&gt; 
from the library. I never read &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Scientific American&lt;/span&gt; 
much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Proverbs&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Scientific American&lt;/span&gt; is a magazine from
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;, judging from its name. Judging from the 
first word &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Scientific&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, I suspect it's a science magazine. Now I am 
sitting on my &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;chair, swirling around in circles 
and typing a sentence after each clockwise turn. I was excited about it. The 
magazine has a nice cover, plus my chair's quite comfortable.&lt;br&gt;
You see [of course you can't see], the magazine is only inches from me. I looked 
at the bottom left hand corner of the magazine. It has got this vertical lines, 
with a somewhat gothic feeling. It's black and white too, very gothic. I like 
gothic art. It's well portrayed. Look, it even has got numbers. It's both gothic 
and The Matrix combined. Excellent.&lt;br&gt;
Oh, sorry, that's the barcode.&lt;br&gt;
I didn't borrow these magazines for no reason you know. All my good pals know I 
always borrow things for a reason. I mean think about the last time I borrow
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;'s pen just because I didn't want to reach my 
bag for a pen. What could a better reason be than that?&lt;br&gt;
This time round, I really need these magazine. I am getting bored of these 
biotechnology things. I feel I'm in the wrong course now. I would have done much 
better in some computer course trying to figure out what does &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;VbCrLf&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; 
stand for in &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Visual Basic .Net&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Quit? Hell no. I am not going to quit. I can quit the habit of going to toilet 
more often then I go to classes, but not this. I am going to continue.&lt;br&gt;
As biotechnological terms, my biotechnology interests are repressed and I need 
an inducer to free that damned repressor from my biotechnology interest operon. 
[In layman's term: I need something reactivate my biotechnology interests.]&lt;br&gt;
So I borrow &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Scientific American&lt;/span&gt;. I told you 
there's a reason. I was hoping it'll &amp;quot;induce&amp;quot; [motivate] me to be interested in 
biotechnology.&lt;br&gt;
I'll let you guys know of the results. Meanwhile I'll get started on the book.
&lt;br&gt;
Oh, letters. I love the letters page.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] 
	and thirti-niNe [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107634083312949099?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107634083312949099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107634083312949099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634083312949099' title='science//magazines'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107616290277929983</id><published>2004-02-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:10:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music//ku</title><content type='html'>I am a day late again. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Maki Goto&lt;/span&gt; started her career in 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;, now she 
has gone solo. [Still under same record company.] I featured 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Maki Goto&lt;/span&gt; before in 
one of my themes in the past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like 
	expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Dennis Wholey&lt;/div&gt;
I listen to her album &lt;b&gt;PAINT IT &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; some time back and really like this track -
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Genshoku GAL Hadeni Ikube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Without knowing the meaning of this song, I went on 
to listen. It's a good walking song ya'know, it's fast so it kinda sets a pace 
for me to walk fast too.&lt;br&gt;
I tried to find the translation of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Genshoku GAL Hadeni Ikube!&lt;/span&gt; for some time. It 
was until a couple of days ago that I chance upon it on the very site I'm 
viewing. Even so, I have difficulty understanding which English translation 
belongs to which lines. If the translations are incorrect, it's likely that I 
have pasted the lines wrongly.&lt;br&gt;
The translations seems generally accurate but some phrases are rather strange..&lt;br&gt;
I have encoded &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;1min 06sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sample 
in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;WMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;file proprietary &lt;i&gt;(Windows 
Media Audio 9; 40 kbps, 32 kHz, stereo 2-pass CBR)&lt;/i&gt; for you people. This is 
the best quality I have encoded, at the expense of file sizes. :)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku.wma"&gt;Download the 
sample from here &lt;i&gt;(343 KB)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [In &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;, right click on 
the link and choose the option &amp;quot;Save Target As...&amp;quot;. Download it quick, as I'll remove it on 
&lt;i&gt;February 16&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Genshoku GAL Hadeni Ikube!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[An Authentic GAL Should Be Bold)]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lyrics &amp;amp; Music : Tsunku&lt;br&gt;
	Arrangement : Takahashi Yuichi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Hitori no shuumatsu tte shinnjirannai hodo; Maji yabaissu!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[A weekend alone is so bad that you won't believe it!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Kedo kono toki to bakari onna wo sora migaki makutte (Maji yabaissu!)&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[But in this time I polish the woman in me]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Kareshi ga dekita toki&amp;quot; Sonna yume ga&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&amp;quot;When I get a boyfriend&amp;quot; That's the dream I have]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Dome no gobaibun&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[It's five times the size of the Tokyo Dome]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Kitto mawari ga hiichau kurai LOVE LOVE ni nacchau mon!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[We'll be in love so much that the people around will take a step 
	away!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Tomodachi ttara&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[All my friends,]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Nuke kakeshite ikachii koi&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[they all stole away to have romantic relationships]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Watashi ga saigo no kareshi nashi!&amp;quot; kka&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&amp;quot;I'm the last one without a boyfriend!&amp;quot;]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Iinda mon Naite nai!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I don't care! I'm not crying!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Eeeeeen&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&amp;quot;Eeeeeen&amp;quot; *cries*]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Genshoku gyaru wa hade ni ikube!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[An authentic gal should be bold!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Shumi wa ryouri de ika ga?&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Is it okay if my hobby is cooking?]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Genshoku gyaru wa hade ni ikube!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[An authentic gal should be bold!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Otsuke mono mo hade yo!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[My pickles are also bold!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Supootsu taipu mo hade ni ikube!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[The sporty type should go bold!]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;Michibata taipu mo hade ni ikube!&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[The side-of-the-road type should go bold too!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
It's a rather &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [Japanese for &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;cute&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;] song, isn't it?
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Goto &lt;/span&gt;singing about 
her not having a boyfriend. I guess I just have to sacrifice myself to be hers. 
I'm very noble.&lt;br&gt;
I first saw &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Maki Goto&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt; when they are performing Mr. Moonlight. 
She really stood out that time, partly because of her wardrobe. There is no 
wardrobe malfunction during her performance though, lol. [Tribute made to 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Janet 
Jackson&lt;/span&gt;'s left breast. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Justin &lt;/span&gt;wants to &amp;quot;get you naked by the end of the song&amp;quot;.]&lt;br&gt;
Some phrases are rather strange as I said (before the lyrics). I wonder what's 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;my pickles are also bold&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. In fact when &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Genshoku GAL&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; is translated to be 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Authentic GAL&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, I don't feel it's right. Maybe it should be &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Real GAL&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; or 
something. I can't decide, I can't read Japanese.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id=specmsg&gt;I captured from screens from the promotional video too:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku0.jpg"&gt;Goto on stage view from afar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku1.jpg"&gt;Goto gets the crowd ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku2.jpg"&gt;Goto smiles showing teeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku3.jpg"&gt;Goto looks pissed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku4.jpg"&gt;Goto &amp;quot;Eeeeeen&amp;quot; &lt;i&gt;[crying sounds]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku5.jpg"&gt;Goto slight smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku6.jpg"&gt;Goto jumps with guitar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Goto looks scary &lt;i&gt;[too scary that I removed, lol]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[removed after &lt;i&gt;March 12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She looks 
pretty, doesn't she? This song reminds me of &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ayaya &lt;/span&gt;[same record company]. My 
favorite picture? I like the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/genshoku3.jpg"&gt;pissed look&lt;/a&gt;, 
she looks best when she's pissed, hahaa. Having said that, I wonder if
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Goto &lt;/span&gt;will be pissed when she reads this.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;
	Those who commented/tagged in the previous posting:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Additional links:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107124310592407046"&gt;music//ichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107183895047870250"&gt;
	music//ni&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107242470655145153"&gt;
	music//san&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107305048869929219"&gt;
	music//shi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107366399782707885"&gt;
	music//go&lt;/a&gt;, music//intermission,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107434943821461901"&gt;
	music//roku&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107484516342087917"&gt;
	music//shichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107547368635789787"&gt;
	music//hachi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107616290277929983?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107616290277929983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107616290277929983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616290277929983' title='music//ku'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107598547981048695</id><published>2004-02-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:53:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not//basic</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Basic Immunology&lt;/span&gt; test came eventually. I prepared a hell lot for it. I was 
absolutely ready. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Mak&lt;/span&gt; walked in. Damn. She's going to force us to do that 
alternate sitting plan thingy. That means I can't copy.. sorry I meant to say 
that I can't perform cross-referencing of my work with my peers'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;God for you is where you sweep away all the mysteries of the world, 
	all the challenges to our intelligence. You simply turn your mind off and 
	say God did it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Carl Sagan (1934-1996), &lt;i&gt;Contact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Yesterday, I returned home at four. I sat in front of my beloved computer and 
clicked on several items to download and went to bed. My mother forced me to 
wake up at 7 to have dinner.&lt;br&gt;
I was getting all ready to studying after dinner I tell ya. I sat in front of my 
study table, experimenting with various positions [on the chair of course]. It 
wasn't long that I decide to moved to my computer desk.&lt;br&gt;
I unlocked my computer and logged into &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;/span&gt; to check my Hotmail account 
[there's some integration so I don't need to type the password, I'm lazy]. The 
cheery blue notification popped up on the bottom right hand corner of the 
screen. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan 
&lt;/span&gt;was initiating a conversation with me. You know, I've got to 
entertain my friends, even though they are my classmates and I see them so 
frequently.&lt;br&gt;
A computer, being a computer, has loads of functions. Let me demonstrate: You 
can click on this icon with a play sign and it launches &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows Media Player&lt;/span&gt;. I 
inserted &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Initial D Stage 1&lt;/span&gt; VCD 6 inside and voila, it started to play the VCD. 
How helpful.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Takumi &lt;/span&gt;was going to race with
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mako&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mako &lt;/span&gt;is willing to give 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Iketani-sempai&lt;/span&gt; 
her virginity if he fixed a race between &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Takumi &lt;/span&gt;and her.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mako &lt;/span&gt;was playing on her 
home ground. Will &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Takumi &lt;/span&gt;emerge as the winning on first try? 
Will the &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Akina Speedster&lt;/span&gt;'s suffer their first 
defeat after 3 consecutive victories obtained by &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Takumi&lt;/span&gt;'s
&lt;i&gt;Hachi-Roku&lt;/i&gt; [it's a car name. Treuno, AE86]. I got to watch it! 
It took 4 episodes to play out the stories and the race itself. Great, an hour 
and a half gone.&lt;br&gt;
Yawn. I was tired. My bed looks so inviting. It wasn't long after that I slept.&lt;br&gt;
Today, my classmates booked a discussion room at school to study. I was there. 
Looks like there's a reason why a &amp;quot;discussion room&amp;quot; is called a &amp;quot;discussion room&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, Em [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;],
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and 
	&lt;a href="http://speakfriend.between-days.org/"&gt;tammy&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107598547981048695?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107598547981048695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107598547981048695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598547981048695' title='not//basic'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107573228399660640</id><published>2004-02-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T22:33:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digression//within</title><content type='html'>My first test in this semester is coming. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Basic Immunology&lt;/span&gt;. I like the word 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;basic&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I assumed it to be very basic, common sense level of immunology. For 
the first few weeks, I didn't listen in class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more 
	convenient season.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Mary Todd Lincoln&lt;/div&gt;
It's a boring class. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Mak&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt; took us. Both &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Basic Immunology&lt;/span&gt; 
teachers have a similar trait. It's probable that it's in their genes and the penetrance and expressivity levels favors that trait. It's coded in the X 
chromosome, nucleotide number 308 counting from the 5 prime end. Huh? Both sides 
ends with a 5 prime end on either one of the strands? Er.. Just make a 50-50 
guess. Their common trait it that both teachers love to digress.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Mak&lt;/span&gt;'s digression:&lt;br&gt;
Your body may reject an organ transplant. There isn't something like 100% 
compatible. You will need immuno suppressors. &lt;br&gt;
Just to digress, you know, &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;has this 
	&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Organ Transplant Act&lt;/span&gt; that states 
your organs can be removed from your body after you die? Last time, you can sign 
a form to say after you die, you want to donate your organs. Few came forth. The 
Act is hence updated. Now, by default, your organs can be removed from your body 
unless you choose to opt out.&lt;/div&gt;Okay, that's an interesting bit of information, I am not aware of it. I wonder 
where can I sign that, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt;'s digression:&lt;br&gt;
There is a man who was playing golf. Suddenly, he felt the urge to go to the 
toilet due to a stomach upset. He panicked and searched around for the toilet. 
He found a female toilet but not a male toilet. He went in immediately, given no 
choice.&lt;br&gt;
He closed the cubicle door and sat on the toilet seat. Unknown to him, there's a 
snake in the toilet bowl. The snake opened his jaws and bit the man's buttocks. 
The man jumped up immediately, crying in pain.&lt;br&gt;
He was sent to the hospital. He was bitten by a poisonous snake. So the doctors 
got the serum from.. blah blah blah.. [He went into telling how the doctors save 
the poor guy's ass using words like &amp;quot;antigens&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;serum&amp;quot;.]&lt;/div&gt;Okay sir, I get your point. But what the hell has it got to do with a female 
toilet?! He is assuming that the male toilet is free from snakes.&lt;br&gt;
A bit of digression is good. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Mak&lt;/span&gt; digresses too much. 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt;? Well, some of 
his digressions makes no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107573228399660640?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107573228399660640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107573228399660640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573228399660640' title='digression//within'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107556430893089717</id><published>2004-01-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:53:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutor//host</title><content type='html'>The last time I been to a tutor's house is 2 years ago. I went to 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Yeo&lt;/span&gt;'s 
place. I have to, since my mother paid her good money to teach me English. 
Today, I went to my class tutor - &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt;'s place. She lives in the same 
condominium as my uncle. What a coincidence. She lives in the same apartment 
number as my uncle too. What a coincidence. Did I mention she knows my uncle 
too?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. 
	It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - John Burroughs&lt;/div&gt;
The class met at &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Bukit Batok MRT Station&lt;/span&gt; at 11, well, supposedly. Blame it on 
the cursed alarm clock perhaps? The &lt;i&gt;self-appointed chairperson&lt;/i&gt; decided the 
meeting time to be 11 and announced the 10 minutes grace period. I believe 
everyone reset the meeting times to the new time slot - 10 minutes after 11. You 
can't change it, it's in our heritage.&lt;br&gt;
The &lt;i&gt;self-appointed great one&lt;/i&gt; looks at around and asked we should leave. I looked 
around and told her we ought to wait a little while more. &lt;i&gt;Her highness&lt;/i&gt; looked 
back with a smile. Not a &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/span&gt; smile, it's a 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Monica Lewinsky&lt;/span&gt; smile, a smile 
that seems to be suggesting, &amp;quot;I'll get you good&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;
I am seldom late and since I live with walking distance to the MRT Station, I 
better not be. The late-comers did arrive in the end. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Percillus&lt;/span&gt;, may God bless 
the &lt;i&gt;Queen&lt;/i&gt;, moved off promptly. We reached &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt;'s place and surrendered our 
Mandarin oranges to secure an entry ticket to her rather-small apartment.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mee Siam&lt;/i&gt;, something like &amp;quot;spicy vermicelli&amp;quot;, was served for lunch.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt; 
makes a good host, treating us with &lt;i&gt;Roti Prata&lt;/i&gt; after &lt;i&gt;Roti Prata&lt;/i&gt;. [&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Roti Prata&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; 
is crispy Indian bread, ideally served hot.] Soon, I was full. I mean, after 
eating 3 &lt;i&gt;Roti Pratas&lt;/i&gt; plus &lt;i&gt;Mee Siam&lt;/i&gt;, plus &lt;i&gt;Mee Siam&lt;/i&gt; serving 2, who can't be full. 
To make matters worse, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/span&gt; then took out 2 cans of 
&lt;i&gt;Coke&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;, otherwise 
known as the spokesperson of &lt;i&gt;Coca Cola&lt;/i&gt;, took one and
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; passed me the 
other can.&lt;br&gt;
I think it's a good trip, it's been a while since I last gone out on Saturdays. 
Saturday is my stay-home-and-use-computer day. Just to digress, I'm going to 
change my life style. Adding more flavor to it, adding more studying to it too. 
You see I haven't been studying. Oh, I reached my preferred post length, no need 
to digress back already. Ciao.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;[In case you're confused: &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;self-appointed chairperson&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;great one&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Her 
Highness&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;the Queen&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; all refers to the one and the same person - 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Percillus &lt;/span&gt;- our beloved chairperson.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;] and sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107556430893089717?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107556430893089717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107556430893089717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107556430893089717' title='tutor//host'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107547368635789787</id><published>2004-01-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T01:36:27.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music//hachi</title><content type='html'>Every time I post something, I always want to put a title for my post. Most of 
the time, the title is determined before I start typing. However, there are 
exceptional cases. Either way, it works. A title is given just to identify the 
post. Obviously, it should do well suggesting the content of the post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Judy and Mary&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.naiki6.com/gif/n502i/judy-maryn/yuki3n.gif" width="120" height="120"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Yuki, lead vocalist.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The same thing for songs I guess. A title well chosen is just as important as 
producing a good track. &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Judy and Mary&lt;/span&gt; released their 11th single in 1997 titled 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Kujira 12 Gou&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; which means &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Whale #12&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. It's a nice song, with a strange title. 
I read the translated lyrics and still have no idea why's it called &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Whale #12&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. 
In fact, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;kujira&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; (whale) is only mentioned twice. There's no mention of the 
number 12 too.&lt;br&gt;
Well, at least there's mention of dolphins. I can't say it's positive though.&lt;br&gt;
Now to think of it, &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Judy and Mary&lt;/span&gt; is a name of a band that has 3 guys and a 
girl.&lt;br&gt;
I have encoded &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;1min 40sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sample 
in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;WMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;file proprietary &lt;i&gt;(Windows 
Media Audio 9; 20 kbps, 16 kHz, stereo 2-pass CBR)&lt;/i&gt; for you people. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/kujira12gou.wma"&gt;Download the 
sample from here &lt;i&gt;(260 KB)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [In Internet Explorer, right click on 
the link and choose the option &amp;quot;Save Target As...&amp;quot;. Download it quick, as I'll remove it on 
&lt;i&gt;February 09&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;Kujira 12 gou&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Whale #12]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;kurakkaa to chiizu to wain de furu kaiten no sukuryuu wa guu &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[crackers, cheese, and wine, the full revolution propeller screams]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;suraidaa de jippaa wa hazumu hai bakkari no sora wo mite iru &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[sliding undoes my zipper, and I see only ash in the sky]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;kondo koso te ni iretai koboresou na yoru ga sameteku &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I have to really try this time, the falling night is coming]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;imiteeshon no daiya de uso bakkari no koi ga shitari wa &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[an imitation diamond of lies is the love I want]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;koibito ga sarawarete akuma no shiro kara tasukedasou &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I'll save my lover who was abducted to the demon's castle]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;dakishimete te ni iretai kirameku hoshi no aitemu wo &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[hold me while I try to touch the twinkling stars]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	ougon iro no tabibito ga matteru &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[a golden traveler is waiting]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;monogatari e isogou &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I'll hurry into the adventure]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	taiyou ga mezametara ano fune de yukou &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[when the sun opens its eyes we'll go by the ship]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;yorisotte yukidoke wo oyogu kujira mitai na &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[drawing close and swimming in the melted snow like a whale]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;mada daremo shiranai ano sora no hate wa &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[to the edge of that sky that no one knows]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;kitto mabushisugiru garasu no tobira &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[a dazzling door of glass]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	dorufin kikku de shibirete mitai na&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I want to kick like a dolphin until I'm numb]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;/i&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Source: Natsuki of &lt;a href="http://www.sweetusagi.com/"&gt;Sweetusagi.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I only include a portion of the lyrics, minor 
	amendments have been made too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
I do not see the link in the lyrics. One moment it says &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I'll save my lover 
who was abducted to the demon's castle&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, then it's followed by &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;hold(ing) me 
while I try to touch the twinkling stars&amp;quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
My favorite part of the lyrics -
	&lt;i&gt;I want to kick like a dolphin until I'm numb&lt;/i&gt;. At first glance, I 
thought it's &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I want to kick a dolphin until I'm numb&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, which is rather 
amusing.&lt;br&gt;
This is a feel good song, I listened to it, I felt good. A peep at the 
translations once again verify the fact that a good song doesn't need smart 
lyrics. Doesn't need smart song titles too.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;
	Those who commented/tagged in the previous posting:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;serene&lt;/a&gt; and 
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Additional links:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107124310592407046"&gt;music//ichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107183895047870250"&gt;
	music//ni&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107242470655145153"&gt;
	music//san&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107305048869929219"&gt;
	music//shi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107366399782707885"&gt;
	music//go&lt;/a&gt;, music//intermission,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107434943821461901"&gt;
	music//roku&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107484516342087917"&gt;
	music//shichi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107547368635789787?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107547368635789787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107547368635789787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547368635789787' title='music//hachi'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107538026355220577</id><published>2004-01-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:45:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tekken//four</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday again, four and a half hours of consecutive breaks. I don't hate 
breaks, but I can't love that four and a half hours break too. Originally, the 
plan for today is to watch &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt; in the cinemas doing some killing (from 
film - &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Last Samurai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). That didn't happen. Instead, we went to
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;'s house 
and watch &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; in his room doing some killing in Tekken 4 with his game 
console.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly; devils fall 
	because of their gravity.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - G. K. Chesterton&lt;/div&gt;
The plan was nearly perfect, asides for playing Poker, &lt;i&gt;Dai Dee&lt;/i&gt;, Blackjack, Playstation 2 games, FHM (For Him Magazine) and watching 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;over-reacting while 
playing games. Anyway to summarize, we went to his house for Poker, Dai Dee, 
Blackjack and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Playstation 2&lt;/span&gt;. I don't get this Poker game actually. Neither 
Blackjack too. I just don't see the fun in it at all. As for &lt;i&gt;Dai Dee&lt;/i&gt;, well, it's 
alright I guess. I'm not into card-based games.&lt;br&gt;
So I ended up playing console games. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; popped in 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Tekken 4&lt;/span&gt; and initiate a 
competition with me. What's &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Tekken 4&lt;/span&gt;? I am clueless before playing, it's some 
fighting game that is like &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dead or Alive 3&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Soul Caliber 2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
The game started - &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; vs. Me. Wait, let me recall when's the last time I 
held a game controller. 5 months ago perhaps? Oh, it's a &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Playstation 2&lt;/span&gt; 
controller, I never touch it before. I touched the &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;XBOX
&lt;/span&gt;one at a gaming store 5 
months ago. My virgin try on the &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Playstation 2&lt;/span&gt; controller.&lt;br&gt;
I gripped the controller tightly. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; gave me some advices. The others stop 
playing games and start watching the game. [All has never play this game 
before.] I tested the buttons out. Okay, so this is kick and this is punch and 
this is kick and this is also kick and this is also kick. Now how the hell am I 
going to play?&lt;br&gt;
I slide my thumb across all the buttons of the right. My character jumped, 
kicked and punched. Wow. I start pressing buttons at random. I wasn't even 
looking at the screen all the time, I was talking to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;'s character seemed to be badly injured after subsequent blows from me. 
I don't even know what I pressed! Soon, he's dead. He can't believe he lost!&lt;br&gt;
Round 2. I did the same method as before - pressing buttons randomly. Our 
character's lives are depleted very quickly. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; made the deciding move in 
the end and my character is lying on the ground motionless. Final scenes are 
replayed. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; was overjoyed.&lt;br&gt;
Round 3. I looked at the screen carefully, still determined to use the random 
pressing method. We exchanged heavy blows. The &lt;b&gt;K.O.&lt;/b&gt; (Knock-out) sign flashed on 
the screen, ending the game. The others laughed and cheered.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; can't 
believe his luck. Neither could I believe mine.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and sky [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107538026355220577?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107538026355220577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107538026355220577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538026355220577' title='tekken//four'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107529560787639488</id><published>2004-01-28T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:15:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream//state</title><content type='html'>Lectures can't be any more boring with &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; teaching. Think about it: the 
first time I ever fallen asleep in a class. I do have to admit it's just 4 
minutes according to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;'s timepiece. I don't fall asleep in class, with a 
simple reason - I simply can't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Bernadette Devlin&lt;/div&gt;
With the lecturer talking and talking, I really wonder how folks like 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Feng Li&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;can just drop dead on the table. Well, I guess when there's a will, there's a 
way. The other problem is the lecturer's watching that awakes me. I can't sleep 
when this lecturer is surveying the classroom. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt;'s lecture has only 16 
people, and out of 16, only 14 turned up.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; speaks very clearly. With an accent. I can't really tell but it sounded 
American. To be exact, it sounded like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Days of our Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She speaks 
melodiously. In Singapore, I am very used to monotone lecturers hence she's 
quite unique in a way.&lt;br&gt;
She reminds me of my past &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;tutor - &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Yeo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Yeo&lt;/span&gt; does speak like her 
in a certain sense. I find &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Yeo&lt;/span&gt;'s speech captivating. It keeps me awake. 
[Plus &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Yeo&lt;/span&gt; is quite funny herself.] I won't fall asleep in her class.&lt;br&gt;
I guess slight differences do matter. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt;'s class is boring, even with her 
voice. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; complained that her accent is &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;very fake&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I can't really agree 
or deny with him. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt; probably studied overseas before and imported that way 
of speech.&lt;br&gt;
My eyes surveyed the class. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;seemed to have drifted into 
dreamland. Another 
down. Just how do these people sleep?&lt;br&gt;
I looked at &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;'s time piece again, the lesson has only past 30 minutes and 
it seems like an hour already. My eyes grew weary monitoring the digital watch 
refreshing every second. I feel my strength is departing me. I rest my head on 
my arms, shut my eyes slowly.&lt;br&gt;
I slept.. &lt;i&gt;[..although only for 4 minutes.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107529560787639488?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107529560787639488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107529560787639488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107529560787639488' title='dream//state'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107520725056360664</id><published>2004-01-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:09:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tissue//booking</title><content type='html'>There's a 2 hour break from 12 to 2 in the afternoon. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; and I headed to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;
Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt; for our lunches. We returned to school late. The 2 hour 
break is simply not enough to go out for lunch, because lunch is not just lunch. 
Lunch is lunch plus &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Initial D Arcade Stage 3&lt;/span&gt; and
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Out Run 2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a 
	gift. That's why we call it 'the present'.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Babatunde Olatunji&lt;/div&gt;
I left for &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt; with them hoping last 
week's history won't be brought forward. We were late last week too. We went to
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt; too. I watched them play
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Initial D&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Out Run&lt;/span&gt; 
too. History is sure good at repeating itself.&lt;br&gt;
Unlike eating at the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Kopitiam &lt;/span&gt;on the third floor 
last week, we went to eat at the &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Banquet &lt;/span&gt;on the 
basement instead. We placed our bags on our respective seats and left to walk 
around to look through the variety of food available.&lt;br&gt;
I don't feel good when my bag is not monitored by myself or at least someone 
whom I trust. What if it gets stolen. It is unlikely that bags would get stolen 
in the food court, however the possibility is still there. It's a trend to find 
the seat, then look for food in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
We need something there to book our seats, can't be taking our bags away. The 
trend in schools is usually to leave our bags on the seat. But any wise man will 
point out the dangers of theft. Schools are generally quite safe places, so if 
your bags disappear, you'll be first to suspect your close ones playing a prank 
on you.&lt;br&gt;
There's a strange trend in &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/span&gt; too. I 
called it &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;tissue booking system&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;TBS&lt;/i&gt; 
for short. The key in &lt;i&gt;TBS&lt;/i&gt; is tissue. You need to bring packets of tissue 
paper. I used to work at &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/span&gt; area so 
I've seen lots of it.&lt;br&gt;
When you find your seats, presumably with your colleagues since
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/span&gt; is more of a business district, put 
a packet of tissue paper on your seat. Your colleagues should really do the 
same. It's a sign that this seat has been taken. No bags are left there. &lt;i&gt;
[Most don't carry bags out of their offices during lunch breaks, that might 
explain.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles &lt;/span&gt;people sure have their interesting habits. 
If I were a visitor to &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, I would have 
thought the food court has such good service to offer me tissue paper on the 
seats. I'll just take the tissue paper and the seat. &lt;br&gt;
I supposed the TBS still have some flaws. It's recognized by working people in
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think it'll work if I do it at
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt;. However, it's still better than 
putting bags on the seat, inviting glances from thieves. I rather my seat and 
tissue than my bag taken.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;I realized some terms will be unfamiliar to non-&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singaporeans
&lt;/span&gt;so I give a brief guide. &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt; is a 
local mall in western &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Raffles Place&lt;/span&gt; is a place in central
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Initial D Arcade 
Stage 3&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;import arcade game 
that's quite popular with car lovers. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Out Run 2&lt;/span&gt; is, 
well, another car arcade game. I don't play those. &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;
Kopitiam &lt;/span&gt;is the name of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt;'s food 
court, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Kopitiam&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; is literally translated to &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;coffee shop&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, 
translated from &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Hokkien &lt;/span&gt;dialect.
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Banquet &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;i&gt;Halal&lt;/i&gt; food court. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Halal&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; 
means &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;lawful&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Arabic&lt;/span&gt;, so it supposed to 
be a &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Muslim &lt;/span&gt;friendly place to dine at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107520725056360664?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107520725056360664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107520725056360664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520725056360664' title='tissue//booking'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107512365743226824</id><published>2004-01-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T21:29:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mono//laughter</title><content type='html'>Fifth day of &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt;. Rainy. Highs and lows at 29 and 23 
&lt;i&gt;degree Celsius&lt;/i&gt; 
respectively. And a school day for me. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt; is a rather long event. It lasts 15 days in total. 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;China &lt;/span&gt;have 
holidays during the 15 days. Sadly we only have 2 days. I was happy that 
Saturday and Sunday were positioned in such a way where I can stay away from 
school 4 consecutive days.&lt;br&gt;
But still, &lt;i&gt;Monday&lt;/i&gt; comes. My mother woke me up at fifteen minutes to seven. I 
uttered some nonsense to her while half awake and took an extra few minutes of 
nap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - John Lennon&lt;/div&gt;
I looked at my time table. Great. 2 hours of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Metabolic Biology&lt;/span&gt; lecture followed by 
an hour of &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Molecular Biology&lt;/span&gt; lecture. I don't like these subjects. The word 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;biology&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; is turning me off right now.&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't long [three weeks to be exact] when I realized I'm behind the class. I 
simply don't understand both lectures. &lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Metabolic Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; isn't that bad, it's 
just plain boring. I watched &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Triple M&lt;/span&gt; cracked some jokes. She's a very stiff 
person. Her jokes aren't so funny. Many a times I just sit at the last row of 
the crowd finding meaning in her jokes. She can be quite a corny lecturer by the 
way.&lt;br&gt;
Our class tutor happens to be teaching us &lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Molecular Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I really have to be 
careful of words that comes out of my mouth. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt; made a joke about getting 
red packets during &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt; from her. She took it seriously and we somehow 
ended being instructed to organized a class outing to her place. [It is 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;culture to go to friend's house to exchange 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;oranges&lt;/span&gt; and well wishes. A 
&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;packets is often returned as a token of appreciation kinda thing.]&lt;br&gt;
We planned to go to her house of Wednesday actually. Unfortunately, things don't 
work out as she has to give a talk to the Year 1 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Diploma of Biotechnology and 
Medical Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; students. So &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest &lt;/span&gt;jokingly offer help, presumably that she 
will end earlier with his help. She took the offer seriously and offered 5 
minutes of talk time to &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously,
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Ernest &lt;/span&gt;turned it down, I'm glad he 
did. I can imagine him trying to tell not-so-funny jokes to freshmen.&lt;br&gt;
School then ended with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Visual Basic Programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lessons. That's
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Zhi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;'s 
favorite class. I thought it's okay. I am currently a step ahead of the class, 
finally more one module. &lt;i&gt;Phew.&lt;/i&gt; That's just because I do occasional 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Flash ActionScript&lt;/span&gt; programming. And they have some similarities, except for the fact 
that &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Visual Basic&lt;/span&gt; is much harder. I never have to declare that &amp;quot;x&amp;quot; is a 
&lt;i&gt;Boolean&lt;/i&gt;, 
string, short, long, single, double before hand in &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt;. So I think it's a 
bother basically.&lt;br&gt;
It's a bother basically in &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Visual Basic&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Basically in 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Visual Basic&lt;/span&gt;, get 
it? Haha. You don't? It's such a basic joke. Haha. A basic joke basically. Haha. 
A &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Visual Basic&lt;/span&gt; basic joke basically. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://iluvme.blogone.net/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107512365743226824?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107512365743226824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107512365743226824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512365743226824' title='mono//laughter'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107484516342087917</id><published>2004-01-23T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:07:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music//shichi</title><content type='html'>So one of my favorite Japanese artists sang an English song. However, I'm not 
too eager to support him. He is known as &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt&lt;/span&gt;, full name [so he claims..] is 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Camui M. S. Gackt&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;#31070;&amp;#23041; &amp;#27005;&amp;#26007;, Kamui Gakuto). He claims his birthday to be 
&lt;i&gt;July 4, 
1540&lt;/i&gt;, that makes him over 400 years old. He must be thinking that I'm a 3-year-ld to believe him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Gackt&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.shiroitsubasa.com/shiroitsubasa/gacktbg.jpg"&gt;
	&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.shiroitsubasa.com/shiroitsubasa/gacktbg_small.jpg" width="133" height="100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Click to view a wallpaper of Gackt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt &lt;/span&gt;was part of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Malice Mizer&lt;/span&gt; before he went solo. His shoe size is 25.5 cm, 10 
inches or size 8. [What the hell am I thinking to give shoe sizes..] So anyway, 
Gackt sang an English song. In &lt;i&gt;Engrish&lt;/i&gt; to be exact.&lt;br&gt;
Japanese pronounces English with much difficult, so speaking in English is quite 
a problem for them and now &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt &lt;/span&gt;sang the entire song in English, correction, 
&lt;i&gt;Engrish&lt;/i&gt;. Pronunciation problems are arose from different stress in vowels etc.&lt;br&gt;
I included a portion of &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt&lt;/span&gt;'s song &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;To feel the Fire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and the lyrics for that 
portion. &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;To feel the Fire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; is a song written by
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Kirin
&lt;/span&gt;beverage commercial called &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. [Okay, 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; supposed to be some coffee 
brand..]&lt;br&gt;
The lyric part with the italicized squared parenthesis &lt;i&gt;[like this]&lt;/i&gt; is the actual lyrics. 
Those without are just lyric that sounded like what &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt
&lt;/span&gt;is singing.&lt;br&gt;
I have encoded &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;1min 30sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sample 
in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;WMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;file proprietary &lt;i&gt;(Windows 
Media Audio 9; 32 kbps, 32 kHz, stereo 2-pass CBR)&lt;/i&gt; for you people. This is 
the highest quality I encoded so far, it's &lt;i&gt;32 kHz&lt;/i&gt; too! [Previously was &lt;i&gt;
16&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;
&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~tengkw/_temp/tofeelthefire.wma"&gt;Download the 
sample from here &lt;i&gt;(374 KB)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. [Download it quick, as I'll remove it on 
&lt;i&gt;February 02&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;
	&lt;b&gt;To build a fire&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[To feel a fire]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	'cause when I look inside my yard and I tell that toast to me&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;['cause when I look inside my heart and I tell the truth to me]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Loudly to my zoo I come, we stop upon the sea &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Loud and clear my soul cries out with total honesty]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me warm&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me warm]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I've got to build a fire&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I've got to feel the fire]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Your smiling face, me enough to warm a sign&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[My smiling face, with laughter on the side]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	You say &amp;quot;no duh&amp;quot;, I get butt-sore every night&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[You'd say no doubt I get passion every night]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	But if you don't die, your underwater dive&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[But if in our bed your arms don't hold me tight]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Means you leave much to be desired&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Means it leaves much to be desired]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	'cause when I look inside my eye and I tell the two's too mean&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;['cause when I look inside my heart and I tell the truth to me]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Loud and cold my soul I come with stuff that rhymes with 'C'&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Loud and clear my soul cries out with total honesty]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me warm&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me warm]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I've got to fear the fire&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I've got to feel the fire]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	And if you look into my eye and the toad does something dude&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[And if you look into my eyes and you told yourself the truth]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	You can make a bunny hop if you don't ride the goose&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[You can't make a body hot if you don't light the fuse]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I need the fire, fire, fire to keep me warm&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I need your fire, fire, fire to keep me warm]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	I've got to build a fire&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;[I've got to feel the fire]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="notes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
	Misheard lyrics taken from
	&lt;a href="http://missnightfall.tripod.com/JapFlan/japflan.html"&gt;The Japanese 
	Flannel&lt;/a&gt;, actual lyrics from
	&lt;a href="http://ca.geocities.com/juggajun/l_tofeelthefire.html"&gt;Sawasdee 
	Gackt: Lyrics ~Gackt~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I only include a portion of the lyrics, minor 
	amendments have been made too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Just take a listen to the song and you'll realize that &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt&lt;/span&gt;'s lyrics sounds 
more like &lt;a href="http://missnightfall.tripod.com/JapFlan/japflan.html"&gt;The 
Japanese Flannel&lt;/a&gt;'s version.&lt;br&gt;
My favorite lines include &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I get butt-sore every night&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I come with stuff that 
rhymes with 'C'&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;You can make a bunny hop if you don't ride the goose&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Now 
I know what to do.. Since I don't ride a goose, I'll make a bunny hop.
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Gackt &lt;/span&gt;sure gives good advices.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;
	Those who commented/tagged in the previous posting:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://dreamz909.diaryland.com/"&gt;vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and 
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	Additional links:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107124310592407046"&gt;music//ichi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107183895047870250"&gt;
	music//ni&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_beconfused_archive.html#107242470655145153"&gt;
	music//san&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107305048869929219"&gt;
	music//shi&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107366399782707885"&gt;
	music//go&lt;/a&gt;, music//intermission,
	&lt;a href="http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_beconfused_archive.html#107434943821461901"&gt;
	music//roku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107484516342087917?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107484516342087917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107484516342087917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484516342087917' title='music//shichi'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107478631043036620</id><published>2004-01-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:46:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skipping//layout</title><content type='html'>There won't be a new layout this month. There are some reasons for it. Firstly, 
I have no idea what to feature. Also, it's &lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt; so I'm rather busy 
with eating those new year goodies. Lastly, I really like the current layout.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, 
	September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and 
	February.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;
I don't force ideas to come out of my head. Every time I tried to do that, 
things don't work well. I do have a rather interesting way of generating ideas 
for my layout.&lt;br&gt;
I do not plan my layout then start looking for the image. It happens the other 
way round. Often, I find myself browsing through galleries and galleries until I 
find a picture that I really like. I tend to look for images that I can fit in 
my side bar.&lt;br&gt;
With the image, I start to imagine how a layout will look like on my bed. The 
bed is an excellent spot to think in my opinion. Just don't fall asleep on 
course. After much planning of layout in my brains, I'll attempt to construct 
the layout with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I always start with erasing the background, you can try using the &lt;i&gt;Background 
Eraser&lt;/i&gt; for it. But for inexperience users, just stick with the &lt;i&gt;Eraser&lt;/i&gt;, it gives 
you more control. Frankly, I sucked at using the &lt;i&gt;Background Eraser&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Usually, the images I obtained from galleries are of good quality already, so I 
don't usually do sharpening and stuff. But if you were to face with that kind of 
trouble, er.. just pick another picture okay?&lt;br&gt;
The key thing about making a layout is how to slice your images so that you can 
make it into a &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;HTML &lt;/span&gt;document. That can be rather difficult for starters, all I 
can say is that practice makes perfect [almost perfect, no one is perfect]. 
You'll soon figure slicing images does require some brains, don't slice images 
without planning the tables before hand.&lt;br&gt;
I recommend everyone to use a &lt;i&gt;WYSIWYG (What You See Is What You Get)&lt;/i&gt; editor, 
it's a must nowadays, it speeds things up so much. Please don't listen to those 
ignorant old fashion fools who preach to you that the real way of coding 
&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;HTML &lt;/span&gt;is 
by typing in a notepad. That fellow needs to be awaken. &lt;i&gt;WYSIWYG&lt;/i&gt; editors like
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage
&lt;/span&gt;allows users to code &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;HTML &lt;/span&gt;too. Oh, and don't listen to 
those people who slam either &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver &lt;/span&gt;or 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage&lt;/span&gt;. Truth is, those people 
only used either one of the products more than the other, it's not a fair 
comparison. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver MX 2004 &lt;/span&gt;[released in 2003 actually] and
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage 2003&lt;/span&gt; 
(as part of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Office &lt;/span&gt;family) is available in the market.&lt;br&gt;
I'm happy to help people with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. I used to code with
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver&lt;/span&gt;, but 
I'm using &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage &lt;/span&gt;right now. I can only help with
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver
&lt;/span&gt;can't launch. I do a bit of &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash &lt;/span&gt;too, but I think I'm in the below-intermediate 
level, only ask me if you're a beginner. &lt;br&gt;
Lastly, some of these programs aren't easy to start with, especially 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Flash &lt;/span&gt;which 
looks totally revolting to start with. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;FrontPage 2003&lt;/span&gt; has the
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Office 2003&lt;/span&gt; 
interface so it may be easier to use than &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Dreamweaver MX 2004&lt;/span&gt;. As for 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;, 
well.. there's a reason why it's my favorite program you know. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107478631043036620?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107478631043036620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107478631043036620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478631043036620' title='skipping//layout'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107469768269520234</id><published>2004-01-21T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:09:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinatown//walk</title><content type='html'>I am in school for 4 hours today. 1 hour is spent for &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Mrs. Mak&lt;/span&gt;'s
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Basic 
Immunology&lt;/span&gt; class and another hour is spent on &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Miss Ho&lt;/span&gt;'s
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Database Management 
Systems&lt;/span&gt; class. Attendances of our class are 6 and 4 respectively, our class have 
a total of 16 people by the way. Such miserable attendance sure disappoint the 
lecturers, but there're classes as usual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;br&gt;May your new year be a prosperous one.&lt;/div&gt;
School ends at 1, and we strolled slowly to meet &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Jin Yao&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Outram 
Park MRT Station&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Most countries have a &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Chinatown &lt;/span&gt;so 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;has one too. I'm really tired when 
I reach there and got pulled up to a clothes store and watch them buy clothes. 
There's a totally boring period, I almost slept there. I began to wonder if I am 
going to spend my entire day watching a couple of guys going in and out of 
different clothes.&lt;br&gt;
Thankfully, I wasn't. We proceeded to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Chinatown &lt;/span&gt;soon after. It's quite crowd in 
the afternoon already. Some shopkeepers are shouting to promote their lunar new 
year items.&lt;br&gt;
They're shouting things like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;yo, bun roller bun roller bun roller&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Nope, they 
aren't selling bun rollers, they are just calling for &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;one dollar&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. I thought these 
people are really amazing. I mean, if I were to shout like that, I'll last for 
an hour only. All I can say in typical &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singaporean &lt;/span&gt;language is, 
&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Wah, their 
voice very solid sia&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;. [Translated to be - &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;lt;Exclamation!&amp;gt; Their voices are very 
strong&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
I bought some lunar new year foods, those cookies and stuff. I am not good at 
choosing those things, I don't think they look nice at all. I bought 4 boxes of 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;goodies, small boxes though, but they're quite cheap, at 
&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;50 cents&lt;/span&gt; each.
&lt;br&gt;
A huge black video camera is approaching us steadily. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Yong Liang&lt;/span&gt; and 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Jin Yao&lt;/span&gt; 
quickly walked away. A sweaty reporter popped out of nowhere hold a microphone 
with a familiar &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Channel U&lt;/span&gt; logo. [&lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Channel 
U&lt;/span&gt; is a television channel operated by &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Mediaworks&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;Reporter: &amp;quot;I would like to ask you some questions.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
[I pointed at &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br&gt;
Reporter: &amp;quot;It won't take long.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
[I pointed at &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; again.]&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;The reporter spoke in Mandarin by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the reporter turned to 
&lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; and start questioning him. I walked away 
promptly. The camera man aimed the video and shot &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt;. The reporter begins 
her question. &lt;span class="hlorange"&gt;Hua Ming&lt;/span&gt; gave some rather lame and useless answers. He is very 
nervous too by the way. I watch from afar guiltily.&lt;br&gt;
At 10 in the evening, I turned on the television to &lt;span class="hlpurple"&gt;Channel U&lt;/span&gt; News. I see a 
familiar guy, a small-framed guy, looked nervous, and quite funny, wearing red. 
He looks so familiar, lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://purecharm.net/sam"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="#secmisc"&gt;tag&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107469768269520234?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107469768269520234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107469768269520234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469768269520234' title='chinatown//walk'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107456344244840542</id><published>2004-01-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:54:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explorer//topped</title><content type='html'>So the global browser statistics are out (again).
&lt;a href="http://www.onestat.com/"&gt;OneStat.com&lt;/a&gt; conducted a survey on the 
global browser market. The winner is not of any surprise, with 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft 
Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; conquering &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;94.8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of the market. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Humorous Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;Arguments over grammar and style are often as fierce as those over IBM 
	versus Mac, and as fruitless as Coke versus Pepsi and boxers versus briefs.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Jack Lynch&lt;/div&gt;
The current leading browser is &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Internet Explorer 6.0&lt;/span&gt;, seeing their 
percentages increased by 1.8% from 66.3% of July 2003 to 68.1% of January 2004.&lt;br&gt;
Newcomer &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Apple Safari &lt;/span&gt;has seen a slight increase of 0.23% from 0.25% of July 
2003 to 0.48% of January 2004. Soon it'll be displacing &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Internet 
Explorer 4.0&lt;/span&gt; with a 0.7% share of the market.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Mozilla &lt;/span&gt;has also seen some growth, with lots of technology geeks showing support 
for their &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Firebird &lt;/span&gt;browser. With 1.8% of the browser share, they have got lots 
of catching up to do, but these things take time. Individual statistics of
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Mozilla &lt;/span&gt;software, like &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Netscape&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Firebird&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Thunderbird &lt;/span&gt;and other possibly birds, 
are not provided.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div id="specmsg"&gt;1. Microsoft IE 6.0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;68.1%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	2. Microsoft IE 5.5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;13.8%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	3. Microsoft IE 5.0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;11.8%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	4. Mozilla&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;1.8%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	5. Opera 7.0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;0.8%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	6. Microsoft IE 4.0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;0.7%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	7. Apple Safari&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	&lt;b&gt;0.48%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
	&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;span class="notes"&gt;Source:
	&lt;a href="http://www.onestat.com/html/aboutus_pressbox26.html"&gt;OneStat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You've seen it, 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Microsoft Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; is still 
number one. As for the moment, no browser can substitute &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;. It 
is still the browser to generate most codes correctly, just simply because most 
webmasters test their pages on &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; only. It's the thought of why 
should I waste my time to test on other browsers.&lt;br&gt;
There are a few reason &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;won this game. First of all,
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; 
become free years ago, causing &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Netscape &lt;/span&gt;to suffer loses. 
[&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Netscape &lt;/span&gt;used not to be a free browser.] Then Microsoft bundle 
it with &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt;, and claimed &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Windows&lt;/span&gt;, so they can't 
remove the browser when the operating system. Plus, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Netscape
&lt;/span&gt;killed themselves 
by not ironing the bugs in &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Netscape 4.0&lt;/span&gt; before it is released. 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;added 
lots of additions into &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; which is not supported by other 
browsers.&lt;br&gt;
By the way, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt; is the most non-standard browser I ever seen. I 
see many web sites with semi-transparent layers and colored scrollbars. I just 
want to let you people know that I can't see those stuff with 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Firebird &lt;/span&gt;(Mozilla).&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;Internet Explorer 6.0 Service Pack 2&lt;/span&gt; will be out soon, with an in-built 
pop up stopper, I think they are the last to adopt that feature. 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Microsoft &lt;/span&gt;has 
finally awoken..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107456344244840542?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107456344244840542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107456344244840542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456344244840542' title='explorer//topped'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496824.post-107452102262448471</id><published>2004-01-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:05:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>increment//press</title><content type='html'>The people are complaining again! You see, local newspapers has increased their 
pricings by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;20 cents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on news stands and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 cents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on subscription based papers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="txtbox"&gt;
	Inspirational Quote&lt;br&gt;
	&amp;quot;This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; 
	wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Thomas Carlyle&lt;/div&gt;
Local press - &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Press Holdings&lt;/span&gt; - announced such bold moves a week ago 
and it has gone onto effect already. The increment of newspaper cost is the 
worst thing to welcome the lunar new year with. And &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;, being 
&lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;, voiced their opinions out rather critically.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Press Holdings&lt;/span&gt; (SPH) has seen their profits increased last year, so 
the price increment is basically made to earn more cash. &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH
&lt;/span&gt;also operates the 
money-losing television station - &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Mediaworks&lt;/span&gt;. 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH&lt;/span&gt;'s top-selling paper is &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;The 
Straits Times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
The clear rival for &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp
&lt;/span&gt;which does television as well. &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp &lt;/span&gt;also has a newspaper called 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY &lt;/span&gt;is a free daily newspaper, it's a joint 
venture by 3 companies I think. I think it's &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp&lt;/span&gt;, 
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Mass Rapid 
Transit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Singapore Telecommunications&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
So everybody who is angry about the price hikes posted their opinions into 
forums. Into &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;'s forums in particular. 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY &lt;/span&gt;is so pleased about these 
complaints that they place the reader's opinions on the top of their forum 
pages, sometimes even highlighted. Topic headlines like &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="hlpink"&gt;Read TODAY instead of 
The Straits Times&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; can be seen.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY &lt;/span&gt;happily ran articles against 
&lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;The Straits Times&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit 
that it's always nice to read their articles, lol.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH &lt;/span&gt;is trying to get newspaper readers to turn to subscriptions by offering a 
&lt;i&gt;10 
cents&lt;/i&gt; incentive to the cost of each paper when you do a monthly subscription. 
Apparently &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;SPH &lt;/span&gt;wanted to secure their subscription customer base. For what then?&lt;br&gt;
About 2 years ago, &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp &lt;/span&gt;has obtained a licensed to do newspapers, they 
rolled out of their free paper - &lt;span class="hlblue"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. It's a better of time that
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp &lt;/span&gt;goes into paid daily publications. [&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp
&lt;/span&gt;does have a paid newspaper but 
it's a weekly paper.]&lt;br&gt;
Both companies aren't doing very well in the television competition. It is seen 
as impossible for 2 television companies to co-exist in &lt;span class="hlgreen"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. It's probable 
one of the companies will end up buying over the television assets of the other. 
[I am not speculating this possible merger or buy over, the &lt;i&gt;Senior Minister&lt;/i&gt; or 
some big shot commented on this.] If that's the case, I believe
&lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;MediaCorp &lt;/span&gt;to end 
up buying over &lt;span class="hlbrown"&gt;Mediaworks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
Now that I completed my post, I'm wondering what spurred me to write this..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="splinks"&gt;Those who commented/tagged in the previous postings:&lt;br&gt;
	&lt;a href="http://pketh.blogs.com/"&gt;pketh&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://jessicool4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;,
	&lt;a href="http://xia-fantasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia&lt;/a&gt; and
	&lt;a href="http://www.serenetsubasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496824-107452102262448471?l=beconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107452102262448471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496824/posts/default/107452102262448471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beconfused.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452102262448471' title='increment//press'/><author><name>Mr. Dew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06513955842379029946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
