<?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-497893000698331924</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:23.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weathered</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-1387689118760840693</id><published>2008-07-31T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:08:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Fewer</title><content type='html'>Hey guys..Check out this video. I feel it's freaking hilarious but in away kind of true. It's a funny video documentary about an asian guy's quest to find answers. Anyway sit back and enjoy it. Later friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOyRWuklsiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOyRWuklsiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-1387689118760840693?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/1387689118760840693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=1387689118760840693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1387689118760840693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1387689118760840693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellow-fewer.html' title='Yellow Fewer'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-8992982415753946535</id><published>2008-06-18T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:36.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Vinod</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I know I have been slow in my blog post. In fact very slow, until my two brothers Domnic and Jojo have decided to close down my blog without my consent. Haha. Anyway during the holidays one of those days when I was extremely bored I went to my sister's room. They had just bought their new make up set and were delirious over it! A make up kit can make a girl so happy. Sigh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder sis: It cost me around 20 bucks and there are so many colours to choose! (with a smile on a face like she conquered mount everest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sis: Yes! It looks so good, you must share with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Oh god! Girl talk again. I need to scram." When I was about to leave my elder came up with this idea with a cheeky smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder sis: Vinod, why don't we try applying some on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like NO! My masculinity was at stake and the last time when I applied make up was when I was involve in a play in kindergarten school. I was the king of China offering my gift to Mother Mary after Jesus was born. It is a Catholic school by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder sis: Come on! It's no big deal after all you are at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was really bored and my intuition was telling me, "Why not?! After all it's just for the fun of it and you can check out the female version of you. So what the hell, let's goof around ." My sisters really got all happy when I gave the green light and it took them one hour to finish up! Jeez, no wonder women take long to dress up. Up went the eyeliner, lipstick, eyeshadow and blusher. They kept laughing non-stop and my male cousin was rolling on the floor clutching his tummy. When I had the chance to look at myself in the mirror, it was gross but funny! I had not shaved for a week and that made it worse! I took some shots and I'm gonna put some in this post. I've one thing to say to the holly divine, "Thank you for making me a male." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in dating Miss Vinod. Feel free to contact her. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjn_qDSvbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VMMmRH0jR_I/s1600-h/DSC06770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjn_qDSvbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VMMmRH0jR_I/s320/DSC06770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213171649487224242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducing Miss Vinod..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjoYG4KQaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AZ6nJ3HFlSE/s1600-h/DSC01531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjoYG4KQaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AZ6nJ3HFlSE/s320/DSC01531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213172069542019490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awww..Check out those lovely eyes and kissable lips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjoz0gESbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/t2F2TKnshb8/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjoz0gESbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/t2F2TKnshb8/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213172545645463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who wanna be kissed? I am waiting for you darlings.&lt;/span&gt; Damn! Even I am grossed out. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-8992982415753946535?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/8992982415753946535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=8992982415753946535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8992982415753946535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8992982415753946535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-vinod.html' title='Miss Vinod'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/SFjn_qDSvbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VMMmRH0jR_I/s72-c/DSC06770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-2573499933941500735</id><published>2008-05-07T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:53:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been thinking about what to come out with my next blog. Dissecting really deeply actually. I should be coming out soon with my next post but anyway check this out. They claim I am a charmer. Haha. It seems people only claim I am more of a charismatic person but charmer..Hmm..Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charmer.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/71202/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/71202/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/71202/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/71202/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-2573499933941500735?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/2573499933941500735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=2573499933941500735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2573499933941500735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2573499933941500735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-thinking-about-what-to-come.html' title='Seduction Style'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-8868848600252470285</id><published>2008-04-02T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:52:37.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) wondered how the word 'Hello' is formed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like hi from hell which precisely, is very negative. Just imagine when someone calls you and you answer, "Hi from hell..." Why isn't it call 'Heaveno?" Positive isn't it? "Hi from heaven.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) wondered why 'last piece' is hardly eaten/taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen that kind of incidents before. I'm sure you do because I have seen it so many times. If you haven't, next time when you see a couple or group ordering for example fries or any finger food watch them eat. I mean don't scrutinize because that would be plain rude but notice indirectly that whenever when the food is about to finish and there's the last piece left, 95% will not finish it up. The last piece will be left stranded there. I have no idea why. Had been working at my place and most of the time I see people leaving the last piece. Maybe it's a sign of respect and I am still figuring it out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) wondered how it'll look like when humans start sticking out their tongues to show sign of health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said, dogs, men's best friend, stick out their tongue all the time even when they are not thirsty because according to vets, they do that because to show a sign of health. Now just imagine what happens when the great divine god made us this way. Sticking our tongues out to show sign of health when walking around. Imagine every human start doing that? That will be the day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) wondered why women tend to open their mouth when applying mascara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. I've seen women doing that all the time. Seen my sisters and female friends. It's like a natural thing to do. Inevitable is the word. According to my female friend Agnes, she claims you need to do that to align. Like aligning the gun. Only this time, the mouth is the controller. It's pretty funny when she said that but she seem all serious. Don't believe me? Next time, guys notice when a woman put on mascara and you'll slowly see the opening of the wide hole. And I meant it in a rather clean and innocent way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-8868848600252470285?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/8868848600252470285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=8868848600252470285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8868848600252470285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8868848600252470285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever..'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-742593589954511985</id><published>2008-02-29T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:48:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W24C - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Xuehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese friend here is getting on well here in RP. I can she tries alot during presentations though it is not easy for her. She speaks English so much better than most friends from China and yes, she has the best natural hair in class. I reckon she takes care of it because it looks really fresh. Just because I find her hair refreshing Albin came up with the stupid rumour when he actually comments about her..ahem..ok..guy stuff..but sometimes he'll go," She shouldn't wear pants." I feel she feel more comfortable with me than him because he creeps her out at times. Haha. Anyway, Xuehan is a quite and shy person in class but she can be loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the two ladies whom I don't like working in class. She is like a car who likes to go in one direction but never wanna try other directions. What I mean is, she is the old fashioned student. She doesn't like doing skids or video for even modules like Culture when we had the chance. She is definitely the kind who doesn't like to take risk. When working with her, I realize she is not willing to take in ideas when she feel is inappropriate. There was once she rejected Emily's and my idea but I went on and say the idea during my part of presentation and the faci claim it was good. What I am saying is, it's good to be doing the logical stuff but once in awhile she should take risk and do something illogical. She is a very helpful person, that I can vouch for but I don't really know much about her but when given a chance I prefer not working with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Charlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very whimsical woman and she's a true friend. A very direct person. She is the kind who don't trust someone easily but once she gets your trust then she'll start pouring to you all her stuff and crap. She calls herself 'boobie' milk for whatever reason but charlene's a all fun chick. She's into all the Jap stuff like Samuel and Zhen Jie and she has a thing for 'pretty' boys. The kind of dudes who spoil the image of real men. Haha. I tease her about that at times. Charlene is actually a smart chick but she waste it. She comes late for class and that cost her for better grades and sometimes she misses her UTs. Why do smart people waste their talent and become lazy? Jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dewi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I ain't really sure what to write about her because I don't really mix with her much as she hardly comes to class at times. She was discriminated for her size for a period of time in the first semester especially by some shallow people and in away, I felt bad for her. These people who had their fair share of poking fun of her in uncouth ways used mandarin to communicate with each other to prevent her from getting their criticisms. Some friends who joked about her are not actually mean but they get influenced, in away like following the crowd. It disappointed me for a moment because these peers can actually use their brains to think. The thing is, if you wanna poke fun, use a language which is ideal to both the parties. Discrimination is not an easy thing to be handled especially if the whole cohort is against you. Sometimes I wonder if she knows she is being looked down which resulted in her not coming to class often. She has her cons as well. From what I heard, she has this 'pushing' factor where she pushes her points in the power point slides and make sure it is there even at the expense of a team disagreeing with it. I didn't really team with her so I ain't sure but some friends tell me she does that and they can't oppose it. They should have because it's a team's effort and not a single person. Many times she has left the class during the second break claiming she has to go and take care of her 'father-in-law' in the hospital. It's up to her if she wanna do that because I have no say in matters relating to her family but she should realize there's a team with her and leaving half-way shows irresponsibility and grades being deteriorated. From what I know, she is gonna be married when she's 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lee Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very hardworking student. Yes she is, if you ever worked with her. I have worked with her for culture and twice I was in the same team as her and I never regretted because she is very hardworking. I have no idea why the facilitator gives her a low grade for the first few assignments. Maybe it's because they way she presents is not so convincing. She knows her stuff but she gets intimidated when presenting. She's a very soft person at heart and she has one of the best smiles in class and yes, she has a beautiful face. The problem with her, like dewi, she has this bad habit of leaving class half way as well. I don't understand why she does that but she does that frequently especially in second half of semester two and yes, it's always annoying when anyone does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be a good friend but her attitude undermines her personality. She's sensitive. She can spray words jokingly but she can't accept when someone hit it back against her. She has this kind of vendetta with Samuel and I don't understand why. I reckon it started once she read his post about his 'dark' side. She can't accept when someone praises him and when I call him smart she tries to influence me in siding with her but I'll still say it, he's smart. She happen to always question Sam when he happen to be in another group about his power point slide. It's alright to question, I ain't against it but half of the time the time it's outrageously not related which makes the faci give the awe-struck look which if i can translate the look it will go, "What's your rational in asking the question?".  She claims others are copying from friend's slide when she herself is doing plagiarism. I have noted it a couple of times. She's actually a pretty smart girl and can be a good team mate. I hope she uses her smartness for correct use and change her personality for the better. She has to understand the more she has this attitude, the more she is chasing away friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cloudie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second person whom I do not like teaming with. Most of the time she'll be in MSN chatting with someone else even when the discussion started. She hardly does any work and only towards the end she'll do something and it's actually copied slides from another person's power point and then she will elaborate on it which most of the time impresses the faci unfortunately which results in her getting an undeserved A. I ain't saying all the time but most of the time. There was once Ridwan gave me a C and she a C. It's funny to see she getting rather annoyed with the grade and this is the ironical part. She actually wanted to write in claiming she doesn't deserve the grade and to think about it, it's pretty laughable. She is another smart lady but a very lazy one. She says much gross stuff without thinking and sometimes some people told me she has to wash her mouth. She is actually a confused girl with LSE. A loud good friend with a soft heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so far the cutest girl in RP whom I have met. Maybe it's because of her small frame size or because of the way she speaks. I keep teasing her about her height claiming, "Hey, tall girl is here." Debra is the kind of girl who cannot accept defeat easily. She takes it rather personally and takes sometime to recover. Maybe it's because she was taken care of and has been experiencing good things all the time so a little barrier becomes a big impact for her. She is a smart girl but can be lazy. Sometimes she don't get involved in group discussions and the last few weeks, she didn't even put in much effort in the assignments of the modules and I am seriously wondering why. I had a feeling she was not taken by Sam as well by the way she behaves towards him and I was a little disappointed but my perception changed once I see her tagging in my blog to Sam, being nice and advising him. I guess people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very hardworking student. Given a chance, I would have her as my team mate anytime because she works really hard. Yes, I do tease her much because she don't take anything personally, rather she has a laugh or she tries to counter back but in vain. Sometimes I feel she don't get the grades she deserve as she puts in so much work. Maybe the faci feels she has to put in more in her presentation skills. Like most girls, she has very LSE. She don't take compliments well rather she brushed it off claiming she is not that. I have always told her to work on her confidence level. She's a very good friend and someone I can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss photogenic. She's my favourite woman in class. Not only me but ask many people in class around, especially the dudes because she's super fun. We keep teasing and disturbing her but she takes it rather well and she's also very cheeky. She's actually naive in away because I always manage to outsmart her in some stuff and then she'll go "I don't friend you". As a team mate, she's alright but yes, she can be lazy. The Jasmin we see is not what she is. There is more to her and she is one of the person whom I can really trust and have a chat. One thing which puzzles me is, I don't understand why she always rejects our group outings. Maybe she is closer to her ex class but still alittle odd. She has this habit of smiling sideways when she takes a photo. Haha. Jasmin is actually a very soft person. She may look hard outside but actually all jelly inside. I can not forget the last day of school where I see a drop of tear from her eyes before she left. Must be pretty emotional for her though of course she won't accept. It's always a pleasure to know Jasmin and come out with us soon, your highness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-742593589954511985?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/742593589954511985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=742593589954511985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/742593589954511985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/742593589954511985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/02/w24c-part-ii.html' title='W24C - Part II'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-630405585082522437</id><published>2008-02-11T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:12:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W24C</title><content type='html'>School has been over and it's getting damn boring though it has been only a week. Mum is out of town and it's even more boring without her because if she happens to be around, at least there will be something to talk and crap about. I am actually looking for a job. I didn't quit my bar job but I need another job to get a better pay for two months before the school re-opens. Frankly, looking for a job ain't easy. I remembered, I only  got my bar job after 20 failed applications from different areas. Can you imagine that? And it's only a part-time job. I see what I can do for a new job and if I fail to find any by this week, I'll probably work in the bar, basically every single day if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am blogging today about my ex class W24C in semester two. Blogging about every single soul. I do miss them but the feeling is not like the way I missed my W25C class in semester 1. I feel more at home in W25C. In this class, people will be speaking more in mandarin and sometimes I feel alienated and my mind will go, "What the hell?!" I've did my best to bring the class together but some people just won't wanna get adapted to the new environment and new friends. Some people will go, "This class cannot make it" when they themselves are not doing a single shit in helping the class to make it. To tell you the truth, there was politics in this class. Some people don't like someone but they'll go all nice when they talk to you but bitch at the back. To be fair, I feel the guys in this class are cool. I ain't being prejudice to the ladies but even 2 close lady friends were telling me they prefer the guys in the class to the girls. One even said, "You guys joke and are direct but the girls be nice to you now but behind you they say bad things." The ironic part about this class is, people even back-stab about another person to the faci. Awesome eh? Wow, I didn't know classmates did that to one another. I didn't really 'feel' this class from the start. In fact I nearly gave up before the first vacations when a great friend from the class reprimanded me claiming I shouldn't judge the class so fast. There I laid in bed thinking, "Maybe I shouldn't have judge the class fast and give them time. They are new anyway." But then I realized I've cheated my own intuition. It's only towards the end, where I got close with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really gonna be honest and frank about every single soul in this class because I ain't the type who likes to 'bootlick' or 'kiss-ass' and I ain't the type who is bias to anyone. Not my style. I was asking a friend should I be frank about this blog and he was like, "Dude, maybe some people needs to realize the truth. The thing is, the truth hurts but there's no point beating around the bush." I maybe quiet sometimes but that doesn't mean I ain't scrutinizing people's attitude. It's been a habit for me since when I was young. I read people when I am noisy or when I am quiet but I don't judge someone fast. I don't come down to a conclusion that easy. Maybe people will go, "Who the hell are you to read and judge people when you have shit at your own back as well?" Well, I ain't saying I am perfect. In fact, no human is perfect but I am willing to change my cons.  So here is my post about my classmates. People who wanna take it optimistically will sit down and dissect and probably change for the better and people who wanna take it pessimistically, I've gotta nothing more to say and IDGARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most direct guy I ever knew in this class. If he feels like he has something to say, he just shoots. He don't give second thoughts about it. Most of the time it's all crap and he basically don't mean what he says. In away being direct is good but definitely not all the time. Sometimes when he says somethings without realizing the consequences, the outcome from opposite party may not be so appeasing. For example, when he called the science faci a 'Bangla' right to her face, I can see she wasn't pleased but then she realized Albin was just crapping. At first glance, I thought he was an uncouth gangster but he's actually a nice guy in personality. He's also freaking smart in Science but he is lazy. I gotta say he helped me a heap in Science mostly and for some reason when I group with him, he will definitely help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Indonesian friend is very smart. Way too smart for his knowing. He had a GPA of 3.9 in first semester, so you know what kind of person you are dealing with. His forte is, he catches things very fast and he's more effective in Science and Math. I realize that in the later part where the class knew each other 'better', he actually craps much as well. I personally feel he doesn't have a social life. I can understand the fact he is in another country and it ain't easy for him but he prefers to keep to himself in the school's hostel. Jeksen is a nice dude but he's selfish. He don't really share his findings or thoughts to anyone in class even when someone ask him, he says it briefly to them and that is one of the reasons I don't really like asking his help in modules if I have any qualms. It's like he prefers personal glory to himself. In finding success oneself is sweet but sharing your findings with fellow friends is sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went through shit in life. Seriously, living in war bound country and coming to Singapore to study and escape from war and worrying about your family back home ain't easy. Sometimes I see him reading all the Sri Lanka websites and he'll tell me there's war again and when I see his face with misery, I feel bad for the dude. He's a smart dude and like Jeksen, he's more effective in Math and Science and I can safely say he is better than Jeksen in Visual Basics. He helped me much in both Math and Science and he would come up personally to my area and teach me Visual Basics but he's lazy as well. Mostly in language modules. Sometimes when I ask him to say a certain slide he declines it because he is afraid to explain from the slide thinking whatever he says will be wrong. I told him not to worry but he prefers to refrain from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this dude is smart but he's more hardworking. He is the type of personality who never gives up in something until he really understands it and he's very helpful person. If you ask him something you don't understand, he will never say no. The thing about him is, he tends to over analyze something at times. So much so he tends to confuse himself and people around him and sometimes I find it so funny. Nevertheless, I will never complain working with him because he tries so much in presentation and help out a lot. It'll always be a pleasure teaming up with him and knowing him as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest dude I ever knew besides my cousin. I didn't know much about him until I read his blog about his 'dark' side. It was really direct and he actually didn't hide that he was that kind of person before. It's good to write about his cons but I feel he shouldn't have be over descriptive in certain things because it can creep someone out especially some girls in my class who acted all creep out until it disgust me and that undermines his personality from the start for a while. I wasn't creep out because he was that before and what makes you think he'll be in future? Give that dude a break. He's trying to change and instead of helping him, you refrain from him? Wow, some deal eh? He work up from ITE and in away it makes me wonder why he was even there because I'll say it again. He's Smart. He's hardworking. Maybe he was like me, where he screwed up before and wanna make it right now. You can see the way he does his power point slides and research that he makes an effort and he also helps friends much. His con is he tends to beat around the bush when he is trying to comprehend something and not go directly to the point. Overall, he's a good friend and I never had a problem teaming up with him because he's a good team mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yong shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very good in his UTs and he's actually smart. He's like a submarine, silent but deadly. The silent killer. He does his killer punch in his UTs but it keeps me wondering why he presents in an odd way during presentation when he actually knows his stuff. He helps out but sometimes he gets lazy. A very cheeky fellow and he's known to be a looker among some girls in class. He doesn't really say much about his feelings and keeps it to himself. I only got to know some things about him when I happen to walk to the interchange with him. An avid pool player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great and true friend. He may seem like a crude guy who shouts a freaking much of vulgarities in class but he actually soft at heart. He cares for people he knows. Can be seen from the way he treats his gf when she was in the hospital and from the way he misses friends once the school closes. It's funny he only got close to some people towards the end. I reckon he needed time to heat up. I always tell him not to give a rat's ass what people claim about him when he gets A for a lesson because these people feel he is a slacker and he doesn't deserve it. Some people will go, "Even Yuhan gets A" and so? Why? Can't he deserve an A? To tell you the truth, when he works in my team, he will help out. He does researches as well and yes, he can get lazy but he is the type who will work for you if you say it nicely or motivate him. Most of the time, friends don't care about him because they feel he plays games and doesn't care during group discussions. He has to work on his presentation skills and I can see he feels he can't explain to the class when he actually can. Have faith in yourself bro. Dude, year 2 is pp. Work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhen Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy go lucky dude. He has this red streaks of hair with him and when I first saw him, I had the impression this guy was into Jap stuff and yes, I was right. He's also into RnB and Hip Hop music and he shares some of his songs with me. He is actually a very helpful team mate. In fact he works hard and help out with most of the topics for each module. He is handy with computer stuff as he had studied the course in ITE Simei. The thing about this dude is, his laughter always makes people crack up as well. There's something about his laughter. I don't know why but it's just plain funny and frankly I only started talking more to him because he watches BPL and he was an Arsenal fan so there was something similar where we can talk about. Most of the time when the lesson finishes, he is the first one to leave the class and I found that odd because why would someone leave so early? I realize later that he had to go visit his gf who happens to finish classes faster most of the time than him. There was once he was saying to me, "Aiyah, better go early if not later small thing, she makes into a big thing, then quarrel and I don't like quarrelling. You know how girls are." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shamsul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the smallest dude in class but he is rather cheeky with his words. He is good in Visual Basics and his ability to think differently is a real asset. Like for example I didn't know the gender and sex is actually a different thing until he blurt it out to the faci. He is actually a smart dude. It can been seen when he ask sophisticated questions. He helps out in team work but he can be lazy. I don't really know much about him. The only thing I know is the class always tease him with this girl who wears a Toodong and I can sometimes see he gets annoyed from his facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taufiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Taufiq here is a big and cheeky dude. For some reason he likes to tease Jasmin alot(who doesn't?) and claim he likes flirting with Jasmin. Haha. He has this odd laughter in him where it sounds Scooby Doo laughing. He is a good team mate because he really help. The only thing about him I notice is his nerves. He is loud when presenting but kind of loose confidence in himself when the faci or some of the classmates pop out a question. Then he'll kind of get nervous. Dude, don't give a damn. I mean we are all to learn man. If you can answer do it, if you can't, smile it off. I gotta say Taufiq is a big romantic. When I read his blog sometimes it is too romantic that it makes me wanna puke. Haha! I guess that's how couples behave when they are in love. He's all about tease and when I tease him or crack a joke, he accepts it well, especially the 'gay' thing we do together. I told his gf not to be selfish and share him. Haha. Both he and his gf make a great couple. I mean they complement each other rather well and so far, they are the best couple I've seen in RP. Rock on brother and work hard for your year two. Nigga G dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-630405585082522437?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/630405585082522437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=630405585082522437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/630405585082522437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/630405585082522437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/02/w24c.html' title='W24C'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-21654724282609776</id><published>2008-01-13T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:40:28.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we can learn from a dog..</title><content type='html'>I saw this interesting article at my work on Sunday. Very meaningful and as humans we can learn much from the domestic animal and our loyal friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) When love ones come home, always run home to greet them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Run, romp and play daily. Be loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Never pretend to be something you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) If what you want lies buried, dig until you find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Avoid biting when a simple growl would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) No matter how much you are criticized, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Run right back and make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-21654724282609776?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/21654724282609776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=21654724282609776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/21654724282609776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/21654724282609776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-we-can-learn-from-dog.html' title='Things we can learn from a dog..'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-4568023972465736012</id><published>2007-12-31T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:38:27.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Howdy friends! It's been sometime since I blogged eh? Ok, yea yea, it has been really a long time since I last posted my blog. Been real busy and yea gotta admit a little lazy. What can you expect? It's the vacations and I have been working as well, at my bar during the Christmas period wearing the geeky 'Santa' hat where I received lots of smiling feedbacks from customers. Christmas was actually monotonous for me this year where I actually fall ill. Yea again! Damn my immune system was really dead in 2007 and I gotta admit the truth. I don't recall how many pills I have consumed. So much so I got pretty afraid I became a 'drug' addict. To tell you the truth, I despised taking those damn pills. I hardly get sick and 2007 was the worst . My body just malfunctioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 2007 is gone! And now is Jan 1st 2008 and HAPPY NEW YEAR people. This is my year. Yea you got that right. It's the year of the rat in the Chinese calender. 2007 was quite bad actually eh? Had lots of natural disasters, basically lots of earth quakes and not to mention the death rate which tolled up to a freaking amount. Let's hope 2008 will be good and people listen up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make the 2008!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions for 2008 is meeting new people and making more friends. No, not just the females.. Haha.. But also the males. Making a friend is not easy for some people I must admit and I use to be one of the coy people where I hardly make the first move to speak with an unknown stranger. They say "Do not Speak with strangers." The thing is if I do not speak with an unknown person, how do I make a friend? Odd eh? Now let me change the phrase. "Speak with an unknown person and make a friend every single day!" Making new friends is like buying new clothes. The only difference is new clothes would bore a person after wearing it for countless times but friends never. Friends are like special siblings. They are the one we pour our shit out. Not even our family knows all our stuff but friends do. So have a goal everyday. "When I get out of the house, I need to speak with an unknown person." It don't have to be with a 'real' unknown person. It can be the hawker centre lady, the petrol kiosk man who fills up your tank, the newspaper lady or anyone where you can strike a simple conversation like "Hey how's it going?" or "Hi, how's your day?" Tell you the truth. It is said in a study that people appreciate another person who actually cares about asking how their day was or striking any small talk. We are humans. We need to constantly communicate and show love and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about love and concern, try to show them everyday. When your mum cooks something for you, even if it's a simple dish, tell her it's awesome and you love it. Even when she's at her negative mood, she'll morph to a positive mood. When your dad comes back from work, ask him how's his day was. Even it was a bad day, he'll feel good you ask him and he'll definitely tell you because you care about asking him. It's a simple chore but we humans mostly avoid doing it. Don't do it just to your family. Do it to everyone around you. Maybe some people will go, "Dude, you gotta be practical man." Yea, I know it may not sound practical but I wanna try. I wanna make people happy. I ain't saying I would not get a bad day but bad days never come everyday. If someone is happy, it makes me happy and if it is because of me the opposite party starts smiling and laughing, I'll be even more glad. Though one claims with money happiness can be bought, but I never support that phrase. Materialistic happiness is never lasting one. It's more like a 'cheap' thrill. I wanna real happiness where I can feel the vibe through my body hopefully every single day. That is what real happiness is about. So people make your 2008 and useful and and worthy one. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-4568023972465736012?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/4568023972465736012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=4568023972465736012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/4568023972465736012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/4568023972465736012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-3478332528743767094</id><published>2007-11-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:48:30.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Doggedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heya beautiful people. First of all before I start, Happy Deepavali to all people in Singapore. Wait a min. Let's say that to the whole world.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy Deepavali World.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, wondering why I am blogging on this day? Well, I was thinking, since this is a special day for celebration, it would also be the best day to come out with my resolutions. Yea I know New year's around the corner but I feel there's no point in procrastinating about what I wanna achieve. I reckon it's always good to start the good stuff earlier and there's no point holding back. I'm really worn out now but I feel I need to put these important stuff down so I'll know I won't be contradicting myself and there will always be a prick in my heart if I don't do it. Alright, enough talk and  let's start the ball rolling with my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Read the Newspaper daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been reading it for sometime and I feel guilty. It's one of the easy source of information around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Brush the teeth twice, use floss and Listerine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound rather hillarious but hey wait! I do brush my teeth in the morning but sometimes due being too exhausted I sleep without realizing cleaning it at night.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Buck up for the UTs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing alright in class but getting shitty UT grades so sometimes I wonder what's the point doing well in class assignment but suck at UT? GPA doesn't turn out well so I need to do better in UTs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Be prepared for UTs and not do last min revision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing this most of the time and I reckon it plays apart for my crappy grades. So no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Finish up reading all my Health Magazines by the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be very engrossed in stuff like this( my fav mag) but nowadays I have been getting pretty lazy and I don't wanna continue with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Get rid of my excess fats on my belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be pretty overweight before so getting it down brought me another annoying present, excess fats. It is very tough to get rid of them I admit but Yes! It's possible. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Bring my waist size of 34 to 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 32 and 33 are the best size for guys. Of course I need to work on my lower body especially the glutes.  Not tofu butt but firm tush. Something to hold on to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Exercise on weekdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends I wanna rest plus I got work to occupy myself. Monday and Wednesday would be Cardio Workouts and Tue and Thurs would be heading down to the gym. Yes, I'm officially gonna use the school gym. I was thinking about what my friend Andrew was saying and yes, why waste the school facilities? We are paying for it anyway. Oh yea, Friday would be either gym or Cardio. I wanna fit myself into the medium white t-shirt and blue jeans. It's my aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Prevent eating junk and greasy food as much as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to prevent from these food. I'm am exactly a fan of junk food but greasy food isn't that easy to avoid but like I said as much as possible. Sometimes definitely I would wanna indulge in these food, I'm human after all. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:S: Avoiding choc chip muffin and fishball crackers is never easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Sleep by 2245 every single weekday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans need at least 7 hours of sleep and I happen to wake up by 6am everyday. So I need adequate amount of sleep to feel fresh for class and for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright these are my 10 resolutions and I strongly wanna follow it. Maybe you guys feel I'm like leaving a routine lifestyle. I ain't. These are good for me anyway. You need to write down stuff like these so you'll know you need to follow or you'll feel damn guilty. I have been telling few  people I will come up with a blog about my past and I feel I should. I don't think I need to hide about it. It ain't pleasant but the past, most of the time make you a stronger person though one should not dwell into it all the time. Not healthy. I am coming out with most probably in my next post so hang on to your pants people and once again Happy Deepavali to the world. Have you done your resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-3478332528743767094?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/3478332528743767094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=3478332528743767094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3478332528743767094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3478332528743767094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/11/deepavali-doggedness.html' title='Deepavali Doggedness'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-2079008066686764930</id><published>2007-11-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Garden Part II</title><content type='html'>Yo people. Went out with W24C.. Alright let's not overstate it.. Only 4 people came..But nevertheless we had fun and it was kind of a new experience for my Sri Lankan pal, Nigilan. He learning how to use chopsticks now. Mine sucks as well but the thing is, I can hold it! Anyway we took some pics and we are suppose to hang out, the whole of W24C, next week on Friday. Tentatively it is ice-skating and yes, I miss ice-skating. It's helluva fun and the irony part is, you can perspire in a cold place. Cold sweat, I reckon. Anyway check out the pics and have a good one people. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywPk89SkdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7iI6oNXxTEA/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywPk89SkdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7iI6oNXxTEA/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491203181056466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gruesome, Threesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywPz89SkeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3DF1-oK9fB8/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywPz89SkeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3DF1-oK9fB8/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491460879094242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys in Seoul Garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQIc9SkfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EnrBS0k4A68/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQIc9SkfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EnrBS0k4A68/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491813066412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily.."BLOWING" the chicken.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQa89SkgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ECXSK9_x1Dw/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQa89SkgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ECXSK9_x1Dw/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128492130893992450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cheena" Woman and "Tamil" Woman.. Both trying their best to act cute but in vain.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQ0M9SkhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K7nO5NQYbIA/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywQ0M9SkhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K7nO5NQYbIA/s320/DSC00578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128492564685689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mabel.. Sigh.. Trying to act cute as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywRGs9SkiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CU3XYMeYozY/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywRGs9SkiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CU3XYMeYozY/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128492882513269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywRTs9SkjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mxMcDmLYdLY/s1600-h/1_738862849l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywRTs9SkjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mxMcDmLYdLY/s320/1_738862849l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128493105851568690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I specially like this pic of mine.. It was taken by Mabel without me realizing.  Like I am in a 'deep' thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about taking pic with Eunice. (Sorry darling)..Haha.. I tried to take photo with Nigilan   but the dude is coy. Will be taking with you soon dude.. And dude, don't be upset man. We are all here for you.. Smile Bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-2079008066686764930?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/2079008066686764930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=2079008066686764930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2079008066686764930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2079008066686764930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/11/seoul-garden-part-ii.html' title='Seoul Garden Part II'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RywPk89SkdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7iI6oNXxTEA/s72-c/DSC00573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-3567761391837850923</id><published>2007-10-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:59:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey amigos and amigas. Freaking long time eh? I mean my update? Actually it isn't that long compared to the last time where Dom was nagging me to update which theoretically speaking, I didn't write in a new post for nearly two months. Yea that long. But that was because I was really tied up. So much so my cousin was saying, "Dude, take a break, have a wank!" Haha. Anyway I was actually wanting to update earlier, it's just the title where I was dissecting about alot. Yea, I was practically thinking about the correct title for this blog for some days. Call me a perfectionist, but I feel if you wanna write about an article or post, the title must be right. It's just like a movie. Titles sometimes intrigue people to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Dom but he misunderstood me. He thought I wanna the title for my blog page where he was saying, "Do not offer me a comb!" That was hillarious but when I told him that actually it's the title, he too was laughing. It's typical of Dom to think differently, in a joking manner actually because that dude is a typical joker. His way of thinking differently to come up with a joke is awesome. Plus he's witty as well. Which chick doesn't wanna the combo in a dude? Oh yea I forgot. It's women we are talking about. Known for complications. Haha. Alright ladies, no hard feelings, ain't a sexist as well. But it's kind of a fact isn't it? As I was showering today, I came up with the title. Funny place to get stuff like that eh? But maybe even Einstein came up with the last formula to make the Atomic bomb while he's answering nature's call? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must me wondering what's up with the weigh topic right? It feels damn right, the title. I wanted to talk about something really badly, you know to help couples or should I even say 'going to be couples' too. Applicable for everyone. You guys may go, "What do you know about relationships? You are not even attached." Hell yea, I am not and I am not intending to be soon because I love women so much that it's tough to practice monogamy. Haha! Alright that was a joke but this is the truth. I get experienced through other people's experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask a question to you people. When a man is attached to a woman, does that mean he forgets his friends? Does that mean she becomes his everything? Like if he gotta go somewhere, it's always she who's tagging? It always a 'she' 'she' and 'she'. The same goes to ladies. Is it always a 'he' 'he' and 'he'? I'm being frank here. I'll get literally bored. No offense to the couples out there, but I am being serious here and normally when the above happens, that's how couples cheat each other, that's how they end the relationship with each other, that's how a sweet relationship turns sour. Maybe you people will go, "Wait till you are in a relationship, then you'll be the same". No. I won't. I would never do what most couples do. Why do these problems start? I give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred(not his real name), happen to be dating this girl called Mona(Not her real name). They were so in love with each other and doing things basically with each other all the time. Eat together, go to school together, go back home together and basically see each other every single day. They call the first three months the 'honey moon' period right? So what happens once the three months end? Fred happen to get busy with school work and he realized seeing his girlfriend everyday was a chore and not like going to heaven. It's no more 'to the moon and back' but 'to the hell and back'. He became bored seeing his gf. He lost his close buddies where once they go "through thick and thin", because he was avoiding them once he gotta attached. So what happen? Well, he started avoiding his gf, not totally but because 'now' he needed his friends. He started telling lots of fibs to his gf just not to meet her all the time. His gf became confused with her bf. She started becoming possessive and keep asking him, "What's wrong?" and also, "Do you still love me?" He became depressed and she became depressed. I saw him online in Msn the other day and he came talking to me. I happen to know him and his gf and I know this would happen between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, it's not that I don't like her, though she is questioning my loyalty and love for her nowadays. It's just that a man needs his space. You, I and she needs her space. We all need it. She's sticking to me like glue and I feel uncomfortable." From the way he write, I know he is feeling tensed. I replied him sarcastically, "Dude, wow. You are speaking so wisely now. If only you have practiced it earlier, you wouldn't be in this shit. " Then Fred said, "Dude, help me. I love her but I need my space. I have been lying to her a lot, just to avoid her but I don't want to. What can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, by and large, are more perceptive than men. They can instantly identify insincerity and bullshit. So to make a lie 'believable', a guy has to be a real actor but the question is even though he is one, how long can he concoct? Fred's gf wasn't the only one at fault, but Fred himself was the culprit. The reason why his gf became demanding and possessive was because of him. He played the 'game' with her together . He 'give in' to her in everything. Like going to school, eating and seeing her all the time. So what happens when suddenly he stops? She will definitely find it odd. She can't accept Fred's attitude. She becomes melodramatic. It's not her fault. It's Fred who started it. The more Fred gives in to her, the more she becomes demanding. It's not only women. It's Men as well. Most humans tend to take advantage of something when everything is falling on their laps. They take things for granted. Like Fred, he nearly lost his buddies. Why is it when one is attached, the friends suffer the consequences? Why are the friends punished for no freaking reason? You mean to tell me, friends are just there to pass time and once getting attached, friends are forgotten? But I thought the friends came first before the 'significant other' ? So you only go back to your friends if you happen to have problems in your relationship? That's fucking selfish. What do you take friends for? A ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you people what one gotta do when you are in a relationship or going to be in a relationship. I may be wrong and some might hit me with coarse languages now but this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)Do not see your other gf or bf every single day. You'll get bored. Trust me. We all do so don't fib with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Do not do every single thing with your gf or bf. True, couples do most things together but refrain from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Do not forget your friends. Your true pals will always be there for you. Never forget them. Never take them for a ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Do not talk in the phone the whole day with your gf or bf. I see my cousin doing that with his gf most of the time and I wonder if he'll ever get bored and become dehydrated. I am not saying not to speak with your partner. Speak, but minimize it to maybe 30mins per day? Or the most, 1 hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Please for God's sake, give each other your space, male and female. All of us need our space or we'll feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Try to see your partner once or twice a week because you'll definitely be eager to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advised Fred from to do all the above, I have explained. But first I told him to go and have an open chat with his gf. Tell him how he feels and what they should do. He's doing that now and he claims him seeing his gf on Fri, make him excited. The more you delay from doing or seeing something or someone( I mean the things you want to do), the more you wanna see or do it. So challenge yourself. In future, when I get my gf, I'll explain this terms to her. Alright don't say terms because it sounds like a treaty. Haha. Just say something both of us should talk about and understand and do it. So anybody wanna be my gf? I am sorry, I don't practice monogamy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-3567761391837850923?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/3567761391837850923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=3567761391837850923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3567761391837850923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3567761391837850923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/10/weigh_26.html' title='Weigh'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-4444280299481900636</id><published>2007-10-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:38.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brawns</title><content type='html'>I was in the Bus 39 today and I was analyzing how fit I was during the national service days. I use to be 79kg when I went in the national service so coming down to 66kg was a major achievement and I was fit. In fact you can even see my abs on my belly. I wouldn't say they were fully develop but I had 4 of them. The last two was tough to achieve because I do have excess fats. If I had fully concentrated in my workouts, I would have achieved them but I lost my concentration and discipline. Damn. Now you can hardly see the abs. I told myself I need to get back to NS fitness. In fact even fitter than that. I always wanna abs and pecs. Not exactly for the women but mostly for myself. And I wanna fit my body into a white T-shirt and blue jeans. The hunky and lean type of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I have become lazier and it's time to start the ball rolling with my workouts. Of course, my diet is also important. I need to be more discipline now. If I wanna a body, it most probably will be like Tyrese. (The dude who acted in 2 fast 2 furious). I remember there was one part of the movie where he took of his start and all the women go "WOW!". Haha. Anyway, I am gonna use him as a motivation. Time to Rock and Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two pictures of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RwzbAZQ4B7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1pUDnudFC3U/s1600-h/B00009ZUDK.02.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RwzbAZQ4B7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1pUDnudFC3U/s320/B00009ZUDK.02.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119707676241561522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rwzaq5Q4B6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3LDdEovY9H4/s1600-h/7746_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rwzaq5Q4B6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3LDdEovY9H4/s320/7746_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119707306874374050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-4444280299481900636?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/4444280299481900636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=4444280299481900636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/4444280299481900636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/4444280299481900636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/10/brawns.html' title='Brawns'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RwzbAZQ4B7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1pUDnudFC3U/s72-c/B00009ZUDK.02.MZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-3422551071277264010</id><published>2007-10-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:43:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace or Smooch?</title><content type='html'>Hey. What's up to all the amigos and amigas? Just to inform all those caring and loving people out there, I'm doing fine. I guess my departure on Tuesday was rather alarming isn't it? Well, yea, I was going through stress, to put it in short. Feeling uncomfortable rather lately because of some various reasons and after a good chat with a good friend of mine, a psychologist and a facilitator in school, I am doing fine. I guess everyone go through shitty times and mine just happen lately. I gotta say it was a hell of a period and I'm still recovering(I will be lying if I said I had fully recovered) and wanting to think and be positive all the time. I guess in life we gotta face the good and the bad and it's inevitable. We can't run away from it no matter where we wanna hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my pleasure to talk about something I experience a few days ago and it made wanna write about it in this post. Funny, a small incident can make you analyze alot. Don't you think so? The wonders of our mind. Back to the topic, I was in Bus 81, with my maternal side cousin heading down to Kovan Bus-stop(the stop where it leads to Kovan Mrt Station). We were sitting at the back seat with a woman who was carrying one young child, sleeping, on her chest while two other children sleeping on the seat beside her. The kids look rather exhausted. To dissect the long story a little, the mum and I began chatting. She was asking us where we were alighting so we claim it's the Kovan Bus-stop. A smile came to her face because she was alighting at the same bus-stop. She then asked both my cousin and I, a favor which we never would have expected and truthfully both of us were taken aback. Since she was carrying one child on her arms, she asked us to carry the other female child sleeping on the seat.(The third child woke up in the midst of the conversation and my cousin heaved a sigh of relief because he was rather coy in carrying a child and the knucklehead was looking at me with the pity plus cheeky look which showed "Hey, you are gonna carry the child.) I admit I was erm uncomfortable initially carrying an unknown kid and I was thinking really deeply how to pick the kid up carefully and not spoil her beauty sleep which might piss her off if I did and kick me in the nuts. Haha. Okay that is an overstatement but it is possible.:) The bus-stop came and I picked the kid from the seat. Guess what? After instantly picking her up, I don't regret it anymore. I felt so good because she was really hugging me so tightly. Like a big bear hug. She curled her hands around my neck so tightly like her whole life is safe with me. I really love the feeling. And no friends, I ain't a pedophile. So if your crude mind is going into that, halt! I just love the feeling of a great hug. It's like your miseries can be forgotten in a second by just a hug. I realize how much I have missed a hug from someone. The last time I got a hug was from a close female friend whom I have not met up after so long and she's gonna murder me if I still delay in not seeing her. Haha. That hug she gave me was a friendly one, not exactly a bear hug but still it was good but cannot beat the kid's one. Haha, sorry Yenn, pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was later pondering in the evening, am I a hugging sort of person or the kissing sort. Like for example if you are in a relationship, do you prefer a hug or a kiss? Difficult to choose eh? Let me guess most of you guys would prefer a passionate kiss or the one where you actually devour each other mouths grossly right? Haha, that was crude. Sure a great kiss puts you in the mood or should I say lustly mood? The one where testosterone levels rises really high up. But that is when you share an intimate moment right? Is there such thing as a intimate hug? Hmm, I ain't sure but if there was I am sure groping comes in as well. Let me recall back. The part where I was kissed by a chick. I didn't feel so great after the kiss. I mean it kind of seem weird because one, she was a friend's sister who kissed me on the cheek and I was really feeling awkward because I didn't expect it and it my close pal's sister! My pal didn't know it and I also don't have the intention to tell him. The kiss didn't make my day. I wasn't smiling like posing for Colgate. The only feeling I got was, it was wet. Haha. So here I am with my verdict, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I prefer hugging anytime than a smacker. &lt;/span&gt;A great hug makes you feel like you can achieve anything in the world. It's like a good drug which makes you feel high. That's the feeling I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth we humans need human contact. It is scientifically proven all living things need contact. We are programmed that way by the divine God. The only reason we humans are preventing ourselves from hugging each other is because of the way our brain thinks sexually all the damn time when for example an opposite or same gender hugs one another. Automatically our brain relates to something sexual and being in the Asian Society, we hardly hug people unlike the Westerners. They hug and even kiss each other on the cheeks. In theory that should be the way. We should show our affection to our friends or anyone we happen to meet. In this way, we are not only showing people, we are their friends but we are showing love to human nature as well. Imagine if all the leaders of the world who happen to get themselves in a verbal conflict and the only way to solve the problem is through hugging. Now, don't you think our world would be a great, peaceful place if that happens? No more conflicts and once when cool is lost by someone automatically give the person a bear hug and the setback would be solved. Awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident, I was telling to my cousin about the sensation of a great hug and he too agreed that a good hug makes one day and true enough, I was basically smiling the whole day and feeling all lively. Even my mum was asking why I was feeling so delirious. Even as I am writing this post, I can't prevent myself from forgetting the incident. Hug buddy? Anyone?:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-3422551071277264010?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/3422551071277264010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=3422551071277264010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3422551071277264010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3422551071277264010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/10/embrace-or-smooch.html' title='Embrace or Smooch?'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-5975383664200958729</id><published>2007-09-25T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:38.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. I was bored so I did some interesting test today w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hich was posted online by some people from other countries. First is "The intellectual Sexiness" test, second is "The nerd, geek or dork" test and the third is "The how fuckable how are you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; test. The third sounds abit crude but come on. We definitely wanna do the test somehow if we manage to come across these kinds of test so don't fib to me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have an intellectual sexiness factor of 72!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RvjjV5Q4B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RMuRXUOyIuY/s1600-h/mt1117701510.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RvjjV5Q4B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RMuRXUOyIuY/s320/mt1117701510.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114087342167558002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're hot! You've read a lot. You've done a lot, and there's a lot you'd like to try in the future. You've got a sharp, sexy mind, and few inhibitions to restrain you from exploring all the pleasure you can get. You have few hang-ups, and there's not much you don't know about sex. You're open-minded and able to enjoy things that would make a lesser person squeamish. You're an exceptional treat as a lover, appreciated greatly by those who know the differnce. You were probably bored with a few of the people you've been with in your past, feeling like you had to drag them along with you in the sexual adventures you want to have, and probably dumping them for the same reason. It takes a lot to stimulate you; you realize it's not just about bumping uglies. In the end there's gotta be a lot more to it. Still, there is always room for improvement. Before you can graduate into a true sexual genius, there are a few things you've got to learn, to explore, to think through, talk through, and fuck through. A good place to start is in taking a look at the few things you're still a little hesitant to try. Break down you're last few barriers and discover the outer sexual frontiers, and you'll become a master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Joe Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;                        34 % Nerd, 21% Geek, 8% Dork&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RvjkApQ4B4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TTKSzMOK9W4/s1600-h/mt1124997253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RvjkApQ4B4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TTKSzMOK9W4/s320/mt1124997253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114088076606965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br /&gt;You scored less than half in all three, earning you the title of: &lt;b&gt;Joe Normal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that you don't have some Nerd, Geek or Dork inside of you--we all do, and you can see the percentages you have right above. This is just to say that none of those qualities stand out so much as to define you. Sure, you enjoy an episode of &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; now and again, and yeah, you kinda enjoyed a few classes back in the day. And, once in a while, you stumble while walking down the street even though there was nothing there to cause you to trip. But, for the most part, you look and act fairly typically, and aren't much of an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;" The good fuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                You are  67 fuckable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rvjk9JQ4B5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yl2sLXJJEC0/s1600-h/7218933383172273370-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rvjk9JQ4B5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yl2sLXJJEC0/s320/7218933383172273370-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114089115989051282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; You're about as fuckable as most people, which is not bad. Actually, it's quite healthy! You know how to act and what's appropriate. You know when it's the time and place for what. And people can use that to see you erotically. It's no surprise that you can attract a good number of people. You're what they want! A realistic babe who knows when to get a bit wild! Yeah, I'd fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-5975383664200958729?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/5975383664200958729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=5975383664200958729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5975383664200958729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5975383664200958729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/09/test.html' title='Random test.'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RvjjV5Q4B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RMuRXUOyIuY/s72-c/mt1117701510.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-1528275793367390132</id><published>2007-09-24T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:49:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 MUSCLES WOMEN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright guys. This is another interesting thing I've read from Men's Health and for those guys who are trying to built muscles. Wait a min.. What those guys, it's for all guys! Concentrate on these muscles if you wanna any women checking you secretly or directly. :) But first dudes, start pumping the irons and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO IT FOR YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 MUSCLES WOMEN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six-pack abs.&lt;/strong&gt; You could have biceps the size of bowling balls, but if you've got the beginnings of a gut, any discriminating woman will think twice before considering you boyfriend material. Their fear: A little excess midriff meat now means one fat, sloppy bastard in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Powerful forearms.&lt;/strong&gt; Women see strong forearms and think you can do everything: Fend off a mugger, build a house, and maintain a dexterous touch long enough to leave them extremely satisfied. So roll up those sleeves, and let 'em have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A nice butt.&lt;/strong&gt; Women check out your butt because it's a clue to your worthiness as a physical specimen. If you're in great shape, it carries high. Otherwise, your rear end droops like a sack of old potatoes. Old, hairy potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A broad back.&lt;/strong&gt; A wide back is essential for a V-shaped torso, and women's attraction to it is ancestral. "When it was important that our mates protect us from woolly mammoths on the plains, we looked for a gene pool that could provide us with protection," says Pega Ren, Ed.D., a sexologist in British Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sculpted shoulders.&lt;/strong&gt; "The shoulder muscles are really the muscles of love and war," says Nancy Etcoff, Ph.D., author of &lt;em&gt;Survival of the Prettiest&lt;/em&gt;. They also make the whole look when combined with a broad back. Strong shoulders literally sweep women off their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Rock hard calves.&lt;/strong&gt; "Women want an overall sense of strength and fitness," says Etcoff. "If a man looks as if he can lift something but can't run, it looks disproportionate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The money line.&lt;/strong&gt; We're not convinced that's its official name, but here's how our female friends describe it: "The muscle that runs diagonally from hip to crotch," "The muscle that sticks out near the hips--yummy!" and "Lower abs, near his package."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A big chest.&lt;/strong&gt; "Women treasure your chest as much as you do theirs," says Emily Dubberley, a sex expert based in the UK. "Touching, kissing, and licking a man's chest is undoubtedly a turn-on for most women." (I Didn't know women love to lick a men's chest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Large biceps.&lt;/strong&gt; In a poll of &lt;em&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/em&gt; readers, 1 out of 5 women confessed that nice biceps on a man makes them "absolutely melt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong hamstrings.&lt;/strong&gt; Many women prefer being on top because it lets them lean forward to rub against your pubic bone. Having well-conditioned hamstrings and glutes makes it easier to meet her halfway for more pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td height="80"&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;                                         &lt;td halign="left" valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-1528275793367390132?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/1528275793367390132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=1528275793367390132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1528275793367390132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1528275793367390132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-10-muscles-women-love.html' title='TOP 10 MUSCLES WOMEN LOVE'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-5861600330742689681</id><published>2007-09-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:21:05.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things Men Wish Women Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading Men's Health Magazine and yea, there are hell of interesting stuff in the magazine. This is one of the best magazine's for any male living in this world because not only do they teach how to lose weight, dress up, work out, but also to understand the most interesting species in the world, Women. The wonders of a Women's mind. It's always a tough one to crack eh guys? So guys if you ain't gotten this mag, please do yourself a favour and go get one. Be it, Singapore version or American version(I prefer this) and trust me, you will be inspired to work out and wanting to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, as I was saying I was reading the Men's Health mag when I came by this topic which I feel any women should know which will make your understand your boyfriends or male buddies(only some for these guys) better. Have fun reading and peace people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 Things Men Wish Women Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Express yourself. It makes us proud, even if someone thinks you're wrong.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; You look hot in running shoes and shorts. And that top thingy with the stripes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Bare, tan shoulders are underrated.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; If you think I’m speeding now, you should see me drive when you're not in the car.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're truly interested in us, don't play hard to get.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping is a chore, not an activity.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; When I screw up, go ahead and tell me--once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; No question need ever be asked through a closed bathroom door if I'm inside. I love you less with each syllable you utter.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm hot for you, not your sister or your friend or your coworker.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; My guy friends. Not only are they not negotiable, they’re your best sign that I’m not a whack job.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't be afraid to ditch the makeup. Natural is sexier.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Leave the eyebrows alone. Plucked ain't pretty.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; You can have sex with us any time you want. Seriously.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; When the game is on, we will pay attention to you if you're nice about it. Bark, and we shut down.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't ask for directions because I’m just happy to be driving. Anywhere.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Masturbation is merely practice for the big game. Encourage it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; We crave hugs and hand-holding too. And no, it doesn't always have to lead to sex.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; But you can have sex with us any time you want. Did we mention that?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; There's no better sound in the world than you, having an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Though the exhaust note of a Porsche Boxster is pretty damn fine, too.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; I just may lie to make you feel good. Don’t be angry about this. You really weren't looking for the truth anyway.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; When you get angry over some stupid little pointless thing, I question your intelligence.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; You’re really bad at faking it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; If I offer my help while you're getting ready, it means you’re late.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; Never ask me to pick out your outfit. (See above.) I will invariably get it wrong and make u even more late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; Giving me two or three choices, however, can be fun. Assuming you will change outfits in front of me. Slowly.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; Err on the side of  hot; I love to show you off.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We can't utter the words "I love you" easily. It's not that we don't like you or we won't be with you but most of us are just not programmed that way. The word "I love you" is pretty strong for us so when we say it, we mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt; When you call us at work "just to chat," we're not really listening; we're checking our e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; Spring means baseball and skirts. Doesn't need to be a mini-skirt; it's been a long winter.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;31.&lt;/strong&gt; Chicks who drink beer are hot. Better yet: chicks who drink beer and watch the game. Better still: chicks who buy us a beer during the game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.&lt;/strong&gt; We don't mind being told we look good. Just don't call it a "cute outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;33.&lt;/strong&gt; We love ponytails.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;34.&lt;/strong&gt; Being good in bed means a) enthusiasm; b) a sense of humor; and sometimes c) patience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;35.&lt;/strong&gt; The first time? We're as nervous as you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.&lt;/strong&gt; A random unexpected grope is always welcome, even in public. Especially in public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.&lt;/strong&gt; Make us laugh and we'll want to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I laugh really loud around the guys. And I always will, so deal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;39.&lt;/strong&gt; Sure, men stereotypically like to solve a woman's problems. But a woman who solves her own while we watch? Instant erection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;40.&lt;/strong&gt; You can pick the movie, but have a reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.&lt;/strong&gt; Do not expect to have a conversation via text message unless you use the words "naked" and "waiting."  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;42.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes we wonder why any woman would want to be with us, much less someone as amazing as you. So, thanks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;43.&lt;/strong&gt; Anytime you cook for us, we're happy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;44.&lt;/strong&gt; If you can hit a golf ball 150 yards, we just might fall in love.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;45.&lt;/strong&gt; No, I don't remember what he said next. Or she. Or anybody, for that matter. I'm a guy, not a tape recorder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.&lt;/strong&gt; We love you even more because you know we need to go out with the guys once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;47.&lt;/strong&gt; And we love it when you hang with us guys, too.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;48.&lt;/strong&gt; We have a keen sense of imminent danger. It sounds like, "Do you think she's pretty?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;49.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't rely on us for keeping you up on the news.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;50.&lt;/strong&gt; Never say, "I know you better than you know yourself." Nobody does.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-5861600330742689681?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/5861600330742689681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=5861600330742689681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5861600330742689681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5861600330742689681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/09/50-things-men-wish-women-knew.html' title='50 Things Men Wish Women Knew'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-334791988004721800</id><published>2007-09-14T07:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:39.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Look</title><content type='html'>Yo friends. It's been long since I last updated. Have been sick for bloody long and trust me, this is the first time and yea it was horrible. I found out my new class happens to be W24C and yea my dear pal Emily, is still sticking with me. Wonder if she ever thought that was a curse or gift. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been growing my beard, mustache and hair(Okay! Let's not get too excited. It's just tumbleweeds so far.) for a week and yea I was thinking about having a new change in terms of my outlook. Trust me. It sucks to the core. Haha. I mean, my sis and some female friends was claiming they like guys with the 'dirty look' so I was thinking to myself and saying, "Why not i try it?" plus it's the vacations. I took a shot of my new 'dirty look' and tell you what. Even I was disgusted with it. The new look.. Ain't for me! I look like the most wanted criminal. Wait that's an understatement. I look like a RAPIST! You know the dirty, gross, smelly beer drinking rapist? Yea, that's about it. Now imagine how I'll look without shaving for a week and growing little bits of hair on my noggin before you see the picture below. REMEMBER! This ain't for the weak hearted and please friends, consume your food before you see the pic. Haha. Have a good one people. Till then, later.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RuqetG744TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Hi-GDiKVKVI/s1600-h/Photo091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RuqetG744TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Hi-GDiKVKVI/s320/Photo091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110071224998355250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-334791988004721800?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/334791988004721800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=334791988004721800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/334791988004721800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/334791988004721800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/09/dirty-look_8601.html' title='Dirty Look'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RuqetG744TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Hi-GDiKVKVI/s72-c/Photo091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-703336511561368130</id><published>2007-08-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:43.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Hello Folks. Back to blogging again. Was out with W25C and it was awesome people! We went to Siloso Beach and it was hell of a day. The weather wasn't as friendly in the morning but it turned out well around 1plus. There were suppose to be more people coming but in the end, these guys either got themselves ill or ditched us the last minute. Sigh!~ But nevertheless, it was still fun with the other guys and Shalene, Junming, Zaneta, Feroze and Fazlan, if only you were here with us, you will know what you missed. The only sad part is...THERE WERE NOT ENOUGH BIKINI BABES!! SIGH!~ Haha.. Anyway check out the pics that were taken on the Sentosa trip..Enjoy!~&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUdjURiX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fALg5T4jRk/s1600-h/DSCF4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUdjURiX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fALg5T4jRk/s320/DSCF4496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104018245269217106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannah and Jojo fooling around before the trip to Siloso Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUhT0RiX2I/AAAAAAAAACE/FPc0XB9IrFI/s1600-h/DSCF4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUhT0RiX2I/AAAAAAAAACE/FPc0XB9IrFI/s320/DSCF4507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104022377027755874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken while waiting for Farah who is always late..Sigh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUiA0RiX3I/AAAAAAAAACM/EXi4qdI9CXE/s1600-h/DSCF4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUiA0RiX3I/AAAAAAAAACM/EXi4qdI9CXE/s320/DSCF4508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104023150121869170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Siloso Beach. Some ride from the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUjIURiX4I/AAAAAAAAACU/1MiEHO6dRz4/s1600-h/DSCF4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUjIURiX4I/AAAAAAAAACU/1MiEHO6dRz4/s320/DSCF4518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104024378482515842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauties...................................NOT! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUjykRiX5I/AAAAAAAAACc/dwwnbt1VaLI/s1600-h/DSCF4522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUjykRiX5I/AAAAAAAAACc/dwwnbt1VaLI/s320/DSCF4522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104025104331988882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damsels in Distress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUkN0RiX6I/AAAAAAAAACk/GqcXpdlJY5E/s1600-h/P8270310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUkN0RiX6I/AAAAAAAAACk/GqcXpdlJY5E/s320/P8270310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104025572483424162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical Jannah trying to give the flirtatious pose. But it ain't working darling. Oh wait, it did right, no wonder the dude ask for your number. Haha. I wonder what possessed him to ask..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUlCkRiX7I/AAAAAAAAACs/y4_3Ncq3J1M/s1600-h/P8270314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUlCkRiX7I/AAAAAAAAACs/y4_3Ncq3J1M/s320/P8270314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104026478721523634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to give a porn star pose but I suck at it.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUly0RiX8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wUJB7IagxOQ/s1600-h/P8270318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUly0RiX8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wUJB7IagxOQ/s320/P8270318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104027307650211778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Game Time Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUnMkRiX9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/aqV_noIYOOY/s1600-h/DSCF4538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUnMkRiX9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/aqV_noIYOOY/s320/DSCF4538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104028849543471058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god! Poor Jessie is hurt. And it's because of FARAH! Haha. Well it happens. But Farah told me she felt bad about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUpBURiX-I/AAAAAAAAADE/6Xa7J2mQKPg/s1600-h/DSCF4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUpBURiX-I/AAAAAAAAADE/6Xa7J2mQKPg/s320/DSCF4533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104030855293198306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DUDE!! That's freaking gross man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUpy0RiX_I/AAAAAAAAADM/PpWfx6wJyto/s1600-h/DSCF4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUpy0RiX_I/AAAAAAAAADM/PpWfx6wJyto/s320/DSCF4562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104031705696722930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm.. Guys.. What are you doing actually? Remember no gaying around..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUrFURiYAI/AAAAAAAAADU/ns97y-2Wkq8/s1600-h/DSCF4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUrFURiYAI/AAAAAAAAADU/ns97y-2Wkq8/s320/DSCF4561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104033123035930626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught in the ACT Miss Suling! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUsRERiYBI/AAAAAAAAADc/D-4BvUZFORA/s1600-h/DSCF4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUsRERiYBI/AAAAAAAAADc/D-4BvUZFORA/s320/DSCF4558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104034424411021330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B-GIRLS! (Vivien and Suling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVHR0RiYTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1GmlMitmbzE/s1600-h/DSCF4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVHR0RiYTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1GmlMitmbzE/s320/DSCF4568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104064124109873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EMO Shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVHwURiYUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ptLk0gCyZic/s1600-h/DSCF4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVHwURiYUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ptLk0gCyZic/s320/DSCF4567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104064648095883586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofy Shot..&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU90ERiYGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2aMw6VimpIo/s1600-h/DSCF4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU90ERiYGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2aMw6VimpIo/s320/DSCF4571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104053717404115042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domnic portraying a cool pose with "Mary Jane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVC1URiYPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PNQjcMaVOHc/s1600-h/DSCF4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVC1URiYPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PNQjcMaVOHc/s320/DSCF4565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104059236437090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Sleepy Lucivier..zzzzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU-skRiYII/AAAAAAAAAEU/rebCP_-PhF0/s1600-h/P8270354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU-skRiYII/AAAAAAAAAEU/rebCP_-PhF0/s320/P8270354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104054688066723970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugar and Spice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU_XERiYJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eHiEnbXgsvQ/s1600-h/P8270353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU_XERiYJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eHiEnbXgsvQ/s320/P8270353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104055418211164306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There goes my back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU_qkRiYKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NnCw18ROgEw/s1600-h/Image%28719%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtU_qkRiYKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NnCw18ROgEw/s320/Image%28719%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104055753218613410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little dude.. Cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVAm0RiYMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7N47Yd83dwM/s1600-h/P8270358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVAm0RiYMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7N47Yd83dwM/s320/P8270358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104056788305731778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five Ding Dongs.. Hey, finally Jannah is looking pretty! Haha. It's rare cos she hardly smiles..Sigh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVBKURiYNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O7PeE6xPRhY/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVBKURiYNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O7PeE6xPRhY/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104057398191087826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bones anyone? Dude, you seriously gotta eat more.. and check out his hairstyle. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVCFkRiYOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ASIrpRtAZNM/s1600-h/DSCF4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVCFkRiYOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ASIrpRtAZNM/s320/DSCF4589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104058416098336994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Dom's hairstyle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVDmERiYQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t6PIzrg0AsQ/s1600-h/DSCF4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtVDmERiYQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t6PIzrg0AsQ/s320/DSCF4592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104060073955713282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you guys.. You will be missed.. Sigh!~ And where the hell is Suling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-703336511561368130?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/703336511561368130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=703336511561368130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/703336511561368130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/703336511561368130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RtUdjURiX1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fALg5T4jRk/s72-c/DSCF4496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-8465068490891920175</id><published>2007-08-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:34:44.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgkrURiXsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7OAq8uw8-hk/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgkrURiXsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7OAq8uw8-hk/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366904592326338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with friends makes one forget the time eh? Went Seoul Garden with my classmates and it was awesome. We paid around 200 dollars which was not exactly well spent. But nevertheless, we had great fun. Played games until everyone in the restaurant knew our presence because we were simply making too much noise. Not me, ahem, but my classmates.. Haha.. Here are some of the pics taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgk-ERiXtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w0zYj4UdC4A/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgk-ERiXtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w0zYj4UdC4A/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100367226714873554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Domnic with his famous stunt.. Erm, Dude.. What are you trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgl00RiXuI/AAAAAAAAABE/MxnIF1DhRLE/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgl00RiXuI/AAAAAAAAABE/MxnIF1DhRLE/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100368167312711394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, GIRLS!! Can you look at the camera and not the food??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgnhkRiXwI/AAAAAAAAABU/IfhrbMbyHIk/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgnhkRiXwI/AAAAAAAAABU/IfhrbMbyHIk/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100370035623485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Sour is our dear Shalene. 'Hey Shalene! Where is your "La Pandi" T-Shirt? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgp10RiXzI/AAAAAAAAABs/kriOD4gaKcc/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/Rsgp10RiXzI/AAAAAAAAABs/kriOD4gaKcc/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100372582539091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'night mode' shot from my camera, can even make Farah look beautiful.Tee..Hehe.. But erm, a pantat will always be a pantat.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgqrERiX0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CXTfDdyymhU/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgqrERiX0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CXTfDdyymhU/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100373497367125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah and the Comrade Chris from Malaysia.. Haha.. 'Chris, are you actually smiling?'&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/71202/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2007-06-07-0001-48/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/71202/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2007-06-07-0001-48/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/71202/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2007-06-07-0001-48/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-8465068490891920175?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/8465068490891920175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=8465068490891920175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8465068490891920175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8465068490891920175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/08/seoul-garden.html' title='Seoul Garden'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxzUUqllIuw/RsgkrURiXsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7OAq8uw8-hk/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-8160488501729099447</id><published>2007-08-15T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:51:08.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super IQ Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="greeting"&gt;Hey friends. I did the super IQ test today for fun and after taking it I realize I'm more of a language person. It's fun. You should try it out. There are actually two test and this one is the toughest. If you wanna try it for yourself, go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/superiq/?sid=3653&amp;supp=test_super_IQ&amp;amp;test=superiqogt&lt;/span&gt; and try it out. Enjoy peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S:By the way, the other test I scored a 118.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinod, your IQ score is 102                         &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;div class="testResultPic"&gt;            &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/superiq/images/linguistic_architect_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;p&gt; Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you think about things makes you  a &lt;b&gt;Linguistic Architect&lt;/b&gt;. This means you are brilliant when it comes to language and words. You are also very good at understanding things on an abstract level. You are at your best when you put those two skills together to communicate new ideas and see how they fit into different contexts. You understand math and science on a gut level, even if the equations and science don't come as easily. You can use these skills to be a great communicator or to create a masterpiece. &lt;/p&gt;                                                   How did we determine that your thinking style is that of a &lt;b&gt;Linguistic Architect&lt;/b&gt;? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a &lt;b&gt;Linguistic Architect&lt;/b&gt;. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExODcxNzQzODI2NTYmcHQ9MTE4NzE3NDM5MjI2NSZwPVRpY2tsZSUyRWNvbSZkPSZuPQ==%20.tif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExODcxNzQwNDU3MzQmcHQ9MTE4NzE3NDA1NTU5MyZwPVRpY2tsZSUyRWNvbSZkPSZuPQ==%20.tif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-8160488501729099447?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/8160488501729099447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=8160488501729099447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8160488501729099447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8160488501729099447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-iq-test.html' title='Super IQ Test'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-1090052249638471564</id><published>2007-08-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:45:02.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever been tested to your limits?  Like so bloody much until you wanna blast the opposite party? I was on Sunday. For a moment I lost myself and morphed into a monster. The only good thing was the no one was in sight of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally lose my patience that easily. Friends who know me always know I'm a laid back, easy-going person. I use to be a very melodramatic person where I lose my temper easily during my younger days. It's only when I was maturing into a man, I realize temper isn't the way out to solve setbacks and losing it makes one lose energy and also I feel it's freaking waste of time. A great old friend, at the age of 84,(a friend I know from Pasir Ris park when I go for jogs) told me anger is something which complicates setbacks even further. Losing it is easy but the outcomes can be pretty nasty. Normally when I happen to feel that 'bad' emotion rising, I will move to a quiet place and take in a deep breadth. Some people count, like from 1-10. I wonder how that helps because it does not for me. But the greatest leader of India, Gandhi, does that when he get angry so perhaps it does help. Some people cry or shout it out. One of my friends actually literally shout when the negative emotion arrives. Of course saying anger as a negative emotion can be bias. Losing anger totally depends on the situation. Like for instance, today, five of my classmates losing their temper and nearly getting into a dispute was totally unnecessary. Totally invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly lost my temper on Sunday. To say I was angry was an understatement. My blood was boiling. I totally lost it but still manage to prevent myself from shouting at my manager when I was working. Sunday was my dad's birthday and I was suppose to work in the morning but ended up working in the evening as one of my colleagues  got ill. Apparently my mum gotta pissed with me as they were having a birthday celebration for my dad but I hadn't had a choice. Guilt filled me as I went to work in the evening but eventually someone has gotta work during that time. As I entered the bar, I was about 15 minutes early so I just sat down at one of the tall seats to pass the time. My manager saw me sitting down and she came up to me and said this, "Can you punch in quickly so you can start work now. I have many things for you to do" in a sarcastic tone. I was like thinking this, "Excuse me, I'm 15 minutes early and if you wanna me to start earlier, you could ask me nicer without a pinch of sarcasm in your tone". Though I didn't say it out aloud, I gave her the benefit of the doubt as she is the manager and she is known to have major mood-swings. She asked me to take the extra chairs which were behind the bar and wipe them. The extra chairs were to be put inside the bistro and some were to be put outside the bar as more people would definitely arrive on Sunday as they were telecasting the EPL matches live. I changed into my uniform and started putting my apron when there was an order to make drinks and my manager happen not to be there at the moment. I reckon she went to the kitchen to help out the chef. I did the drinks and the bartender, Shawn came a short while later. He asked me help him stack the "Kilkeny" beer in the fridge. I didn't mind helping him and also there were little cans to stack. As I was starting to stack, the manager came back to the bar area and shouted at me. "Vinod, I ask you to wipe the chairs and what are you doing? Do you ever listen?" she barked. I was already annoyed at the moment and seeing Uncle Soon made me more annoyed simply because Uncle Soon, who is actually my manager's real Uncle has been working most of the weekdays and plus a Saturday. He's 67 and he needs to spend time with his wife at the least on Sunday and the Bitch of a manager called him back! Can you imagine that? Fucking inconsiderate. At his age, he is very handy and mobile but he needs his rest. He is not a robot for God's sake! Still, the poor old guy gave in to her and help her out on a Sunday when the whore can actually help out instead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then ask me to arrange the chairs outside the bar after wiping before she left for church for her prayers. There was already many chairs arranged in the bistro so Uncle Soon told me I don't have to arrange the chairs outside and just put them on standby as he predict there won't awfully be many customers. He overwrote her rule and since he is the Uncle and plus his way of thinking makes sense. Later in the night, she asked me why the chairs were not outside the bar. I told her since there were already many chairs arranged, I put the remaining chairs on stand-by and Uncle Soon told me to do so. "Well, I told you to put there didn't I? And Uncle is not the manager! Next time, just listen to what I say!"She literally shouted at me. At that time, I lost my cool. Totally lost it. I said "FUCK!" loudly. I don't know if she heard plus I don't give a rat's ass even if she did. You don't just shout at me for no damn reason. I am your employee not your fucking slave plus I think I deserve respect even though I am working for you. FUCK YOU BITCH! No wait, I don't wanna fuck you. In fact I wonder why I gotta waste my cum even though I produce millions of it, to a obnoxious bitch like you! In fact I don't mind even wasting it after watching porn and wanking to my heart's content. You have zero management skills and the hillarious part is you wanna come up with a new outlet? Oh please! You are gonna make me laugh at your damn face. You can't even hire new workers and you wanna open a new outlet? Are you sane or you lost it? Who's gonna work in the new outlet? Ghost? Or you gonna bring your fat ass and do a one man show there? Sometimes I wonder why Shawn say you have a massive attitude problem and now I get him. In fact, I don't even blame him for quitting anytime soon. And you are a damn bias person. The other bitch, Marilyn, didn't come for work and back out at the last minute again! No fucking responsibility and she always claim she's sick. Sick in the head alright! Xp, my other colleague and I nearly died that day without one more person working, serving so many customers. Luckily some customers were nice enough to wait for their orders. Seriously I think your screw has gotta lose because you keep workers like Marilyn for fuck? If I were you, I would have already fired her! If you want money, you gotta work. If you don't wanna work, get the fuck out. What's the point of being half-hearted at your work? I know she's your Majong pal, but work is work! You should not show favoritism to a specific person.  If you did, we are all gonna die because of her. You get me fuckface? I don't like to use the words, but FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a crude and vile person. Ask my friends and they'll tell you what can of person I am. But when you really tested to the limits, the most patient person would also blast. When you give people a inch, they take a yard. Most people do that and friends, prevent yourself from doing that. I hate being bossed around. I was bossed around in the military but all soldiers gotta bite the bullet. Not in the outside world as well. I reckon when you ask someone help nicely, they would most probably definitely help. You don't order a person. Respect gotta be earned. You don't ask for it. My blog today maybe rather coarse but I needed to let it out. Luckily I didn't blast at her face and I still manage to move away just in time to take in air. I have been learning not to lose my temper unnecessarily. Temper is just an emotion. Learning to control it requires practice and once you learn to control it, you can achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-1090052249638471564?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/1090052249638471564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=1090052249638471564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1090052249638471564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1090052249638471564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/08/enraged.html' title='Enraged'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-3654156453396684041</id><published>2007-07-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:35:18.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>I was at work today and I was reading an old tabloid which I happen to pick up from the magazine stand when a group of twenty somethings, came by to my bar. I was giving out the menus when I realized one of them was actually my old secondary school pal. Both of us actually despised each other in secondary school because he was an aloof smart ass who had an ego bigger than his asshole where I was the fat geek kid in school who always wished to punch the shit out of him those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my wish didn't happen and we separated ways. Seeing him today was kind of weird but he is the one who actually made the first move in chatting with me. "How are you?" were his first words. I told him I was doing good and while talking to him, I realized he has changed, for the better. I guess everyone changes and those attitudes in secondary school were all delusional. Thinking about it, it actually puts a smile to my face. There was one thing that never moved or ran away from him. It's his charm. I guess that's his forte. During the days, he use to tease girls mercilessly but rather obnoxiously. The irony part is these girls always come back to him like bees to honey even initially they feel insulted for a moment . How is he able to lure them? That's a good question and it took me years in figuring it out. Some people have it inborn with them while others like me have to go through the tougher way but I was adamant in knowing it and I did figure it out. That's when Syler came in my life. For those of you wondering who Syler is when you read your blogs or what's up with Syler? Well, Syler is actually my alter-ego. My other side, my dark side. Dark side sounds scary, it should be actually enigmatic side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was far from being attractive. My body was storing too much fats which would make any sumo-wrestler happy. I reckon I was around 78kg at 19.  Though I am not bald, to say my hair is thinning would be an understatement. The front part of hair on my scalp was totally gone. I wear glasses which are so big that if it was worn in the 1970s, it would have been fashion statement. I have big eyes and long eyelashes which I believe adds character to my nerdy, dorky self but due to the big glasses, I've never been complimented on them. I am shorter than I would like to be and I love to eat. When I look down at my fat, horizontally challenged body, I wonder why any women would want to sleep next to it, let alone embrace it. So for me, meeting girls take a hell of a work. I am not the type of guy girls giggle when I walk past. All I have is my mind, and nobody can see that. You may have seen I have not mentioned my personality because it has completely changed or to put it accurately I have changed it drastically. It was never my intention to change my personality, in fact I was happy with myself and life. This is until an innocent secondary school life (it always starts in the schooling life) which brought me to the oddest and very excited morphing of my new self. I am still learning by the way and that's all I'm saying. I have two regrets in my secondary school days. One is I didn't put enough effort in my education which made me enlisted to the national service at 19 and the next is never being in a single relationship nor a single date. I try to avoid hurting others and I hardly even had a single female friend. The moment I befriend some girl, I try to be 'nice' to her. Just being all polite and not even one cheeky remark to her. For me, this was like respecting the girl. I was brought up that way. My mum always tell me to respect women which is true but in what way? She never told me what makes a women get attracted to a guy, no parents will because this was like giving grenades to the kids.  All the time, I gave respect to the women, I always end up getting burned. "You are a nice guy, but I think we should remain as friends.." which was what most girls have told me continuously. I have heard the phrase a zillion times and each time it makes me lose my esteem even further and I envied those guys having countless dates. So I came up with the conclusion, "I was born to be ignored" and some guys have it with girls and some guys just don't. I was always under the delusion guys need to have looks, height, body and etc to get a beautiful girl since 2003. (but it never was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me change my decision was after watching 'Hitch' a hilarious romantic comedy acted by Will Smith. The movie may be full of humour but if you watch carefully what the movie is trying to comprehend is how a guy is able to a girl of his dreams. Girl of his dreams seems too cliche, let's just say how to get girl he wanna and the steps he gotta do to get the girl. It is just a movie and of course movies exaggerate is what you people will think. Yea, certain part they may but not all. The movie triggered my reaction in going to find out more. I read magazines, search the internet and listen to experienced friends who were in relationships but all were in vain. It helped in away but not totally. It was only when I know about this awesome material from a group of people from various countries, then I started realizing the so called secret to intrigue a woman. But first I need to change myself. Not fully but the important parts. I needed to look good. You think I'm shallow? Well let me tell you when I meant that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I changed the way I spoke. I started to learn to speak confidently. Confidence brings out a person's personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I wanted to lose weight and so I did. Fortunately I had the national service to help me. When I went in I was 78kg and after the service I was 66kg. For guys who wanna lose weight and the NS is not there, join a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I changed the way I dress. I use to dress rather sloppily. Choose colours which suits your skin colour and try to have your own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Lastly, I shaved my head bald after my doctor's advice for a million times. "Do you have a gf?" "No, I don't." I said "Then shave your head. You will look better." I thought I was never gonna forgive myself but after doing it but I was surprised. What took me so long? I looked much better. I had transformed from 4 to 6.5 on the attractiveness scale. If anyone asks me why I shaved skin I just claim "I use to have it long down my ass but because it was covering my best asset, I shave it" and then give a cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what I mean by looking good. These are just some basic aspects but they are not exactly required to get a women. By doing this, a dude may get confident on himself. Don't just do it for the females. Do it for yourself. Make yourself feel glad that you achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;The morphing, yes I did receive results from women. I must admit I am not the type of guy where chicks go, "Woah! Check out the cutie!" because I am bald and Asian chicks mostly don't dig bald guys. (I only had a hot Caucasian girl calling me hot once when I cross the street.) I don't need to be a cutie but I know once I start talking to a girl, she will be intrigued. What I talk, is another thing. That is how Syler was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in attracting the girl is the way you speak. Trust me, it is. I am not going in detail but I may come up with another post talking about the mind of women. Getting to know women is not an easy art and I got to say I am not a pro at it. I am still a learner. There are better guys out there in the field who make me look like an underwear model but they end up getting phone numbers of three to four girls per night in a club. Amazing isn't it? How they do it? Haha..(No, it has nothing to do with cheating the girl nor am I asshole to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being frank here. Till today, when I walked up to talk to a girl I wanna know, I still have the fear in my heart but I do challenge myself. All the emotions are gonna fuck me up but it's how I deal with them. Like dealing a small rock in my shoe when I'm walking. I may come up with more post in this topic. Maybe more indept but let's see. Syler, will always be part of me and he seems to be more popular than I am. Yea, I'm impersonating my ownself. Bizarre eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-3654156453396684041?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/3654156453396684041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=3654156453396684041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3654156453396684041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/3654156453396684041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/alter-ego.html' title='Alter Ego'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-1237379357195032295</id><published>2007-07-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:38:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was just going through Jessie blog when I saw this intriguing thing in her blog. It's kind of funny when you actually go through it. I mean imagine comparing yourself with other celebrities? Anyway, I just did it for the fun of it and the results are really damn astonishing! I was kind of laughing at the celebrities, the website compared me to. Dudes and Dudettes, you should try it out too. Just do for the fun of it. Enjoy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_2/cdin12_1272987171e964l6zs5y12" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-1237379357195032295?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/1237379357195032295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=1237379357195032295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1237379357195032295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/1237379357195032295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/face-off_18.html' title='Face Off..'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-5741658818052935601</id><published>2007-07-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:34:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Of The Tiger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey buddies. My whole body is aching after an exhausting but satiating workout which consist of long run and abdominal exercises. But there is a sense of satisfaction there, even though you have to go through the 'good' pain.  I have to whip back to shape, something I would like to do for the good of myself and also I have been challenged by a friend. I love challenges. It makes my mind work even harder than it use to be. Mentally and physically a workout challenges oneself. Hey, it sounds like those days when I'm in the national service. "No pain! No pain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is the one who actually triggered my working out again. He was like, "Hey dude. What's up with you man? Nowadays I don't see you working out much. You are basically indulging yourself in the laptop." Even my sister feels my body has lost it's tone and she claims I've become smaller. SMALLER??!! Come on sis, you gotta be kidding but she ain't. Once I took off my shirt and stared my body in the mirror, I understand why. My body did lost it's shape though not completely and to be precise, I have put on the pounds! Not only on my tummy but also on my hiney! "Vinod! Wake up, you gotta do something about it." I remembered those days when I was super fit and I was into the craze of working out basically every single day. The abs, pecs were there though I gotta admit, I still had alittle excess fat on my belly which was freaking tough in getting out because I used to be overweight before. I was in the process of getting the last bit out when suddenly the whole working out stopped for a moment. It's like a video player where the pause button was pressed and play button was not hit again for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up went the exercise plan, handwritten motivational chart and a picture of a dude with 8abs which was cut from a magazine. They are facing right in front of my bed so whenever I wake up, I see those things which will inspire me to workout and I have been doing it since though the whole of last week I didn't work out because I was super busy. That is not a valid reason to skip my workouts and I blame myself for it because I always believe there is some time to do something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's common we humans do get lazy and we blame it on the weather, food or whatever except on ourselves but we know deep down those are all excuses and we definitely do feel guilty somehow. I'm not saying one should workout every single day but do it at least four times a week. Can't work out for an hour? Do it for half an hour. It is scientifically proven that humans need at least half an hour of workout a day. Be it walking, running, skipping or whatever. Your mind is very dangerous object. It will do anything in preventing you from workout. It will fuck up your feelings. In this situation, are you gonna listen to your head or your heart where it tells you, "Go and work out." Once you start listening to your mind, you have already lost the battle. You are the leader of soul, not your mind. Are you so weak that you gonna listen to it? Of course, when you are ill, please do rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me or for anyone who wanna tone up your body, guys especially out there, cardio exercises are not enough. Cardio exercises are basically for losing the calories in your body and your body to sweat it out. You need to lift weights and do other form of exercises to get a lean body. You need to watch what you consume as well. I'm not saying go on a diet but minimize yourself from indulging food which are too greasy, tidbits, softdrinks. Eat more fruits, vegetables and meat. Try this. Prevent yourself from eating junk food for the weekdays but consume a little during the weekends. It's like rewarding yourself.  Cardio+ Weights+correct food intake= Lean Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have did my best in giving advices to three beautiful chicks who have asked me for help in working out as well and it's a pleasure to hear they are actually heeding my advice. Emily is doing crunches and from what I've heard she was doing it the whole of last week. I hope she is continuing with it. Agnes, I loaned her my weighted skipping rope and I can see she is working out as well because she actually posted pictures of her skipping in her blog and she has also been doing the crunches. I told her I won't wanna the ropes back unless she starts looking sexy again. Jannah. I really am speechless because she's just a lazy person. She ain't overweight but she wanna tone up certain areas and even after teaching her certain workouts, it was all in vain. Lazy? What else can it be? Typical Jannah. Not only spoilt but lazy. Haha. I really hope she starts working out as well and she'll look even more awesome than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting results isn't a quick process when working out. You need to have discipline and slowly the results will start coming out and so will a smile on your face. &lt;span&gt;Remember Stallone in Rocky movies? See how he trained for the upcoming match?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO PAIN, NO GAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-5741658818052935601?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/5741658818052935601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=5741658818052935601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5741658818052935601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5741658818052935601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/down-one-down-two.html' title='Eye Of The Tiger..'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-2781942615152774423</id><published>2007-07-09T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:19:00.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Statement?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey folks. Yea, you must be wondering, "Vinod?!!" Blogging so fast? Actually I am trying to improve myself in blogging at least once a weak if possible. Frankly it's not easy. My UTs have been coming up without stopping and my results have not been according to what I wanna. Sad, my daily grades are alright, it's just the UTs which can be a tough nut to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I was in the bus arriving from school, I was thinking about my what my classmate Jojo, have been rattling in the class today. "SAVE THE EARTH"! That dude even went to the extend of switching off the lights during breaks to prove his point! Though he used humor in displaying the above phrase, during the second break he was actually telling me with the serious tone and look that we as humans can play a small part in helping mother nature. " I don't see a reason why we need to use straws in our drinks. We can actually don't make straws." At the point of time it makes it seem Jojo has gone bonkers and from the way he speaks, it looks like our Jojo has metamorphasize into some environmentalist. But when you actually analyze what Jojo is trying to comprehend, it makes sense. Our planet Earth is actually dying. There are various topics if I wanna talk about it but I won't. I wanna you people to think about how you as a human can do a small part in helping out our planet Earth. Remember a small help from each person would result in a big and better outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I really wanna talk about it fashion statements. In fact, underwear fashion statements. Why I wanna talk about it? I tell you why.. My last weekend on a Sunday I was carrying out my part time job as a waiter. It was all going pretty well when I saw a bizzare but hilarious site by accident. Let me tell you it's by accident, so do not think Nod is some chee-ko-pai or needy pervert.  I was bringing out food from the kitchen to a customer when there was another 27plus female customer on another table waiting for her food as well. It just so happen that her skirt, a mini one was showing some peek-a-boo action. What do you call it in Hokkien or is it Cantonese, erm.. "Chao kang"? Yea, that's the word though I'm not exactly sure which Chinese dialect group it is from. I didn't wanna see it but she was sitting in an inappropriate unsightly manner where preventing from looking at it is inevitable. The way some women sit! Sigh!~ But that's not the hilarious part. Her underwear was actually poke-a-dot panties! Holly GOD! What women in the world would wanna wear a poke-a-dot panties!? It's like the stripes on the dalmatian dog! If can I remember, the last I saw, that kind of underwear was on my little kid cousin. I already found SpongeBob boxers and Popeye the sailorman briefs hilarious but that woman's knickers beat hands down and at her age is even more funnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a woman who wear this panties on the night she is gonna consummate with her new hubby. What shocked the husband's gonna receive! There he is lying on the bed waiting for her all eager to arrive in her sexy clothes and once she starts coming out in those underwear, he's gonna receive a violent blow, he would never recover for sometime. I mean he won't go like "Woah baby! That's a super sexy underwear and it's turning me on already." Holly Crap! Is that the new fashion statement? God, if that is, please do tell me the person who came out with this design and I'll beat the shit out of him! I don't care how big of a brand it is but poke-a-dot panties is a No!No! I mean can you even think about it of being sexy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies I don't even care what you guys are gonna wear but please! Please for God's Sake, refrain yourself from wearing those stuff because it's not only gonna bruise your ego if you happen to ahem accidentally show but that is definitely not womanly nor phat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: This post is not to humiliate the women but check out the humor and the weirdest stuffs some people can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-2781942615152774423?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/2781942615152774423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=2781942615152774423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2781942615152774423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2781942615152774423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/fashion-statement.html' title='Fashion Statement?!'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-2646444111607420356</id><published>2007-07-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:35:25.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most Hillarious youtube video I've ever seen!</title><content type='html'>I was going through my some songs in youtube when I came across this video. It's super hillarious and the irony part is some chicks even date the lowest of the low! Check out this video and you'll understand what I mean. Happy Earth day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRjqucZN98c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRjqucZN98c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-2646444111607420356?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/2646444111607420356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=2646444111607420356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2646444111607420356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/2646444111607420356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-hillarious-youtube-video-ive-ever.html' title='The most Hillarious youtube video I&apos;ve ever seen!'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-5586785548173649263</id><published>2007-07-04T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:46:50.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when all guys congregate and work together?</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Today was the most awesome group I ever had. It was an all guys team. NO! NO! I'm not being prejudice to the women in my class.. Wait! Before you throw your slippers at me, check out the videos of what we guys did today. It was so fun working with the dudes and we ended up taking the videos so many times because we kept forgetting our lines and we laughed like there is no tomorrow. Bloody hillarious, especially Dominc and Jojo who can not only act out well but make a joke out of it. Even the serious Chris, was laughing until his face turned red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel this is how an assignment should be done. Having fun and also learning out of it. That is some sort of deal eh? Why don't you people out there try it? Instead of the boring powerpoints with too many slides, do a video if appropriate. Let me tell you will definitely love it and you will tend to understand the lesson more and catch the class attention easier when presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOLKS! SEAT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIDEOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude in red t-shirt-Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Dude in blue jeans-Ma ji&lt;br /&gt;Dude in white jacket-Chris&lt;br /&gt;Dude in black McDonald's shirt-Domnic&lt;br /&gt;Skin-headed dude-Vinod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ju2v_btjrJc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ju2v_btjrJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xLLhLo-hkQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xLLhLo-hkQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQH4Ww_QLCk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQH4Ww_QLCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02VnXJFpP78"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02VnXJFpP78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2msxR42nbGk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2msxR42nbGk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-5586785548173649263?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/5586785548173649263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=5586785548173649263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5586785548173649263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/5586785548173649263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happens-when-all-guys-form.html' title='What happens when all guys congregate and work together?'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-720957201729444408</id><published>2007-07-01T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:47:31.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are guys that shallow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey friends out there. I know, I know, you are hurling vulgar words at me for not updating my blog for a freaking long time. Even my pal domnic was telling me, "hey dude, you should update your blog on daily basis, if not at least once a week." I agree with domnic in away but I fail to agree with him claiming that a blog is an online journal. I feel a journal is a very personal thing where you put all your secrets and whatever things or feelings on the little valuable book. Why have a journal when you are not letting anyone read it? Come on people, don't bull me in telling me you don't have any single secret you won't wanna anyone to know except yourself? Frankly speaking, I don't know how these people can find time to update their blog because I seriously hadn't had the time or should I say I haven't find the time? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I was lying down on my bed yesterday and thinking about this. Are guys really that shallow? I mean I'll be the first to defend my gender, (of-course it gotta be genuine) and argue my point with any girl mostly the bra-burning feminist who claims "Guys!? Typical of them." Like one of my female friends who claim, "All guys, they just think with their dicks!" Outrageous statement! So i snapped back with this reply," How many guys do you know in Singapore? Say 1/2 of the guy population in Singapore? And this jerks whom you claim think with their dicks, don't you think they are smart enough to get into your pants?! So who actually thinks? You or the jerks?" I am not here to support the jerks who makes real men lose their image to girls but just because some scumbags do shit stuff like that how is it fair in saying all guys are the same?  But recently, I have been really dissecting this issue.  What triggered my reaction? Let me give you an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I was out with my friends, Han Sen and Agnes finally. Both are good looking people so it's not tough in letting me catch guys and girls scrutinizing on my friends.  We were at Coffee Bean in Takashimaya. I was buying the drinks for my pals when the incident happen. When I came back with the drinks, Han Sen was giving me the cheeky grin and Agnes was on the phone with someone with a disappointed plus pissed look mixed on her face.  My intuition told me something actually happen when Han Sen went, "Bro, do you know what happen?" At the same time, Agnes ended her call. "Shawn likes her man!" Hansen claimed with the same cheeky grin on his face. I was like"What!?" "Shawn just messaged her and said he likes her and ask her to be his girl!" Now it is my turn to grin but I ended up laughing. Agnes hit me on my arm and said, "It's not funny ok!" I ended up laughing more. I knew it was coming for her. That fucking hypocrite actually claim both of us are a pair when he himself secretly liking her and can you imagine confessing to a girl and asking her to be his girl through message?! Which dude does that? At the least he could have confronted her directly and told her. All of us, Han Sen, Shawn, Agnes and myself work at Happy Daze, a family bar. Agnes and Shawn were close friends but I always knew Shawn had a thing for her but just kept quiet about it. Agnes is one of the few females where many guys like hanging out because she has no airs, laid back and can take a joke where many girls will get sensitive. The problem is her friendliness can be taken mistakenly by many guys. Actually guys around 17 to 20 are the ones committing the error. When Agnes and I were heading back home in the train, Agnes told me "There is no such thing as a male best friend Vinod. All the guys whom I think would be my best friend ended up liking me." I still can't forget the disappointed and sad look on her face. I was speechless for a moment and that was one of the few times I cannot fight for my gender. Agnes really had the close friendship with Shawn but it turned the other way round. I told her, maybe her male best friend has yet to arrive. And since her male friends are mostly young, what can you expect from these dudes? I am one of those guys who ended up liking my close female friend though I didn't confess when I was in secondary school.  Yea, I admit, I was like a typical guy but I got so ashamed with myself one day when I returned home. I mean she's giving me her friendship and I secretly liking her? No wonder many folks are primitive in thinking men should not have close friendship with women. I made a vow that day that I will never betray a friendship with a woman no matter how hot or gorgeous she is. Besides, having a hot female friend is cool. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now the ultimate question is this? Are guys really this shallow? I mean a girl giving her friendship and we thinking otherwise. Why do we guys not think this way when a guy is giving us friendship? Oh we can't right or we'll be considered as homosexuals? Can't a girl not give close friendship? Why does our thinking differ when a girl gives great friendship? The only thing which differs is her anatomy right? I want you people to give me your opinions in this matter. Please do share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My opinion is, it does not actually happens with guys who are of adult age, say around 21 and above because I feel we guys are mature in thinking. I am not being prejudice here but most of the time these actually happens with the young dudes. I am not saying a girl having close friendship with a guy can't fall with him or him falling with her but what I am trying to comprehend is for that to happen both sides must agree. It takes two hands to clap and if that's the case it's alright. I am all for it but what if the girl only really gives her true friendship and nothing else. What if she feels if whatever happens, you are the first to know because you are her close friend? And how do we guys take the message? Do we take as, "I think she likes me. I can feel a chemistry." or "I am glad I do have a close friend as in a girl." How are we gonna take it guys? Are we still gonna think in a gross typical shallow way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Personally I feel having female friends is awesome because I, as a guy know how a dude exactly or more or less thinks but it's different in a way a female thinks and finding a close female friend isn't easy. It's rare. How many females out there are actually the types we guys actually wanna befriend? I mean as a close friendship? Not many. So guys, don't waste your chances or spoil you great friendship with a woman when you think a girl is actually falling for you when she actually loves your friendship. You are not only hurting the friendship but also make the woman ask herself, "Are guys these shallow"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-720957201729444408?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/720957201729444408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=720957201729444408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/720957201729444408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/720957201729444408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-guys-that-shallow.html' title='Are guys that shallow?'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-7837894307563988320</id><published>2007-06-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:47:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Test(Don't worry.. 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Always smiling around showing the superb white teeth of his. I reckon he can cast for Colgate Advertisement(hey, true man!) because his whole mouth opens up when he smile. Always giving dry jokes and using humour to spice up his presentation in class. The dude has his mysterious side in him when he can be real quiet if he wanna be(wonder what goes in his mind at times) but when he wants to be noisy, he's real delirious. A good friend and can be rather direct if he gets annoyed over something. His favourite phrase is "I've turn over a new leaf" but it seems it never happen. Guys, do you know he plays for a Singapore club? and I heard skate boarding is his forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Fazlan a.k.a Ah Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr ah seng!( as what sexy mole calls him) He is one of the funny dudes in class. I guess he's oblivious to it but Emily feels he's real funny. An easy and cool person and surprise, surprise.. hehe.. He is a good team member. He gives many views and search out for information in websites. The thing which he is lacking is the ability to speak up more. He makes pizzas for a part time job and guys let's hope he'll bring pizzas for us during our BBQ eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Gorden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A real quite person in class. When he speaks up, I don't mean to be bad but most of it doesn't make sense at all. I am not sure why he is doing that, maybe to get self-recognition? I advised him to speak up more and socialize but he is digging into his own grave by giving bizzare remarks which can be rather childish. Plus, he have to really dissect when he indulges in sensitive topics like knowing when to say the right things. Yes, we are all modernized and have a open-minded thinking but what makes you think you can go around be sarcastic and giving sneering remarks when  talking about sensitive issues? I am not suggesting you should not do it as it's good to clear your doubts but there is a nicer way in approaching every matter and prevent conflicts from happening in future. Note this people, he can give real good views and he's a pro in lion dancing and basketball. And dude, please do eat and drink before going for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Zi Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is called the stoner.(Hey! He calls that himself!) I ain't sure why this nickname came about but as some of the classmates are saying he doesn't get involve in team discussion. I disagree. He actually did and gave various perceptions and views when I teamed up with him during the 'microwave' lesson so stone isn't the appropriate nickname. I suggest softy as he is very soft during presentation. Maybe it's nerves, but you should speak up more pal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does your name ring a bell in me to tease someone I know? Haha, but hey it's not you man. Chill. This dude, is very good in designing when he comes to the slides. I reckon he is good in computer stuff and he and Zi Jie have good taste in songs. I do not know much about him but Syler is on his way to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yew Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another hillarious guy whose laughter can make people laugh easily. I suppose you can make humour out of laughter eh? When he watched Borat, his laughter boomed the class. I don't know why but he don't get involved much in the team discussion. He is actually good in giving views but I am not sure what is preventing him from giving more than views. He has also a mystery side in him which he doesn't share with everyone and so far only emily know more in dept about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jun Ming a.k.a Tongue Piercer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know what they say about tongue piercing pal? It's a sexual thing but I ain't going more in detail. Haha. I wonder if he did it for that.. Hmm.. (Seriously dude, how do you consume food with a piercing in your tongue?) This pal has a amazing capability in thinking in more than one ways and he is rather good in comprehending his comments. (You should team up with him during enterprise then you people know) He is also a great helper to anyone who approach him for help and he always gets nagged from emily.( I am not sure why) Do you know he actually smokes? (Sorry pal, I tried into not revealing but I cannot help myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;John Paul a.k.a Donkey's D**k, Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has many different nicknames but those two above are the famous ones. I don't know why but the class girls love to play 'dressing up' on him.(Of course, I meant the hair!) A natural pest and he does it with elegance with natural flair in it. Maybe he should take a diploma in it. He's also a very good team mate only when he is prompted and I always do that on him. He's always yakking he wants to go to ITE. He is close to the class but during breaks he never follows us. Maybe he still don't trust us? From what domnic claims, he is awesome in soccer. Dude, forget about the fags and cigars. You should seriously think about trying Donkey's D**k. Hehe.. Do you know the recent piercing he did on his lower lip was done by himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Zhou Ji a.k.a Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey dude! He always use that to me in class when he sees me in the morning and it's funny because earlier when I use that on him, he asked me what it means because he actually did a research on it and in his dictionary(which i reckon is the chinese-english translated) dude actually meant playboy! No wonder he asked me for the meaning. He is cute in his actions and my chinese pal is trying really hard to catch on the assignments and culture in Singapore. He is good in math and science but because of the language barrier he is facing problems in comprehending the associated topics. One of the few guys who look good in glasses as he looks like a professor in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ma Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know if i did join up your name it actually means friend in Tamil? But of course, it's in slang. He's doing really well in RP, my other Chinese pal. He has an American slang when speaking English and he is also good in math and science related topics where comprehending them is his forte. One of his weakness is when he gets impatient when someone argues with his point he feels is absolutely right and interrupts someone when they saying out their views. You should let people complete their views Ma Chi, before giving out your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Domnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most hillarious Indian guy I ever came across and he does it with ease. Scary eh? He has this tendency to bring out his humour mostly on emily where he teases her like mad and he claims he wanna marry her(now waiting for her mother's approval) and ahem produce brown babies. Haha. He's freaking smart. This dude knows many various stuff where most of us would not give a rat's ass in knowing. Do you know Dom has inferiority complex? Upon 10, I would give a 7.  Surprising eh? But it's true. Till today, Dom, I feel the girl who rejected you will regret her decision in future. She's freaking shallow and Vivien feels you are good looking man. One of the few dudes, who look good in glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has the typical dude next door look and he's a very soft spoken man. Don't judge him because of his calmness because he's a silent killer. He's very smart in science and math related topics as well. He can actually crack his brain and come up with a solution. Like for example, visual basics. Till today I am not sure how he came out with the commands and use them appropriately. Do you know he actually tried out for NTU and Singapore Poly and Ngee Ann Poly actually accepted him? Wondering what he is doing in RP? Well, he actually paid for the fees even before SP and NAP accepted him so treasure him well. Well are you going to fight with domnic with the total marriage thing over emily? Who's gonna get her? I am excited to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Johansson a.k.a Jojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very laid back, no airs, patient person. He has this incredible gift of studying an assignment well before coming out with a solution at a very late stage. Like Chris, he's a silent killer but in his case, too silent. He has this friendly vibe where he can built a rapport with anyone with the shortest possible of time. Though we only get to know him later because of his chicken pox, he got to know the classmates really fast. You can approach him at anytime for help and one thing I like about this dude is, he is not afraid to speak up his own views even at the expense of him being wrong. Now Jojo, can you please tell me what's up with your 'new bag'? Haha, I have the feeling that you will carry a barney's bag next. Jojo has his own negative flashbacks which I feel he is trying to put it aside and move on. Do you know, he actually kind of shut me up in the debate during Mr Sim's lesson? He hit me back with my own views where actually I went speechless for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-694439043711531778?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/694439043711531778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=694439043711531778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/694439043711531778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/694439043711531778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/05/continuation-of-w25c.html' title='Continuation of W25C'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-8262783736081852524</id><published>2007-05-17T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:50:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W25C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all the amigos and amigas out there, first of all I apologize for not updating my blog for a freaking long time but school can be rather hectic and not to mention my work. Secondly, your man, Syler, is back! And this time, it's going to be even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poly life is awesome. Didn't expect it to be but yea it is. Made lots of pals and my class is, how do u put it, HAPPENING! Lots of interesting colourful characters who never made a day in poly, a monotonous one. It's like you can always learn from someone, something, someday. Flummoxing eh? But my class is like that. It's only been four weeks and damn, did I learn massively and not to mention we are gelling together. Wait, that's an understatement. We are already stuck together like old pals. Remember it's not how long you know a person, it's how much you know them. True, I can't say I know every single one very well inside out but I am learning something from these intriguing people everyday. I have already switched on my 'reading eyes' my friends, so be careful. Syler is on the hunt and he's very good in watching and reading people though he make it seem he is not. Anyway, you guys have seen the domnic's version of classmates perceptions. Now you are gonna see my version and for those of you reading this, keep an open mind and if you have to use coarse languages on me, please do but not in front of me. Remember I am not practically hitting or holding anyone's balls because that's not my style. No bad blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shuwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most photogenic lady in class. She has this cute laughter and smile and always seem to be in the happy-go-lucky mood. It can be positive and negative but sometimes she switch it on when we are in a discussion for an assignment and I have to prompt her to start work or she'll realize it at a very later stage.  For those of you who don't know much about her, shuwen is outspoken. She is not shy when doing a presentation and tend to voice out her opinions and perceptions but she gotta watch herself because once she starts thinking, she'll go "ermm.." It doesn't mean she is not assertive but I reckon it's like a natural flair for her. It's like a car's ignition. For a car to work, you need to put your keys in the ignition and the engine makes a loud sound before the car starts. That's how shuwen is. The "ermm.." sound is the engine before her brain starts to get her ideas again. I do love working with her but shuwen, you gotta watch the "ermm.." sound and try not to produce to much of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lufei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My female friend from China. Very good in Math and Science related topics but the only barrier is the language which she is facing problems. Hey, today she actually pronounced my name right! I can see she is trying hard to understand the lesson and contribute to the team. She is not a sociable person in class and most of the time I see her with her friend who happens to come to our class during breaks. She is also afraid to speak up but I reckon this may come better with practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zaneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is one of the few girls who look great in glasses. She's a very good team member where she contributes alot but like what domnic said, she can be off-focus at times. I can't write much about her because I don't know much about her but don't worry Zan, Syler always gets his men and his 'reading eyes' will be on the hunt soon. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shaleen a.k.a. Beatboxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For some reason, this chick likes to beatbox and I don't know how it starts but it suits her personality. When she beatbox, it looks like some baby sucking on to the milk bottle because she's so small but hey not petite. Hehe! Shalene is like an enigma. She has alot of secrets behind her sleeves where she does not share maybe except for domnic, but keep it inside her. I can see behind all that hillarious things she does in class, she's hiding something. A very hardworking personality where she goes around class asking how the assignment is done when she doesn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jannah a.k.a. Sashay Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best dresser in class. She has easily the best dressing sense where she mixes and matches her clothes well.  I reckon she wakes up two hours earlier to get dressed! I remember asking her where she buy her clothes but she claim it's a secret. For a young age, if she can dress rather stylishly, can u imagine how much better she can dress when she grows up? Did I mention she can sashay as well? Domnic and I would be teasing her when she walks but she can really sashay! Not exactly but somehow. Jannah can be rather direct at times and can be oblivious when she is mean to someone. Watch what you say Jannah.  By the way, ever thought about joining Victoria's Secret? She claims Adriana Lima is her sis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jie Ying a.k.a. Jessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A typical girl next door. A sweet girl who is willing to learn something out of nothing but what is lacking is the confidence. She tend to get nervous when she presents, especially when a question is popped back at her. It's not that she don't understand the lesson but I guess she is afraid whatever she presents maybe wrong. It's alright to make errors pal. That is how everyone learn. Have you seen her old pic? She looks very good in long hair! I wonder why she cuts it but she claim it's for a change. She should not have trim it and now I am her personal ahem advisor in terms of her hairstyle. Can you imagine me already without hair giving her hair tips? Don't be afraid to speak up Jessie even though your ideas maybe wrong. Be optimistic. That's how you will learn. Did I mention she love her lollis? And I wonder why it's always orange flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suling a.k.a Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dear Sue. A very hardworking person. Never giving up until she at least understand the problem. The scary part in her is when she goes into the thinking process when she don't understand something. She can get rather moody and her face becomes so stressed! She's been in a row recently( we all know what happen) and she's moving on. Remember life is prejudice and once you start understanding the fact you tend to see things correctly.  Oh yea, she looks good in hip-hop style and I wonder why her friends say she ain't. She loves to shake her booty and I suppose that's how she manage to get in the IG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wife of Mr Borat. Introducing Mrs Borat. A very petite lady and a crazy monkey. She can get rather mad where she go around hitting or punching people. She can be very jovial and delirious when she want to be but she also has her secrets. She can be quiet for one moment and noisy the next. She, like Sue, is moving on but sometimes familiar spots bring out old memories eh farah? Remember there are many other fish in the ocean. Make sure this time you catch many fish and choose one which is right for you. She also can be lazy and sleep in class at times. I reckon it's her work at night which make her not be fresh in class. She can give valuable views but like Jessie, can be coy in speaking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vivien a.k.a V.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is a very strong woman. Face it, she can intimidate guys. Guys can go around saying she's annoying, direct and mean but deep inside they know they cannot shit around with this chick. People tend to see the outer side of her and make judgments  but have you guys actually really get to know her? She is actually shy in alot of ways and have very low esteem. YES! It's true. Her strength is no matter how much she's not involved in a certain lesson she can still cover up with her talk though at times it can be crap. A very typical girl where things I like about her is her directness, being spontaneous and being open-minded. She's oblivious about her looks and she can dress well at times.  By the way have you seen her in Secondary school? Go see the pic, it's hillarious. She has this sharp piercing voice where it can be rather painful to someone's ears and her directness is not always a good thing. Sometimes it hurt people and I have seen it on my own eyes but she is oblivious to it. Do watch what you speak Vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emily a.k.a Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the most popular girl is class where she'll start her day by "HELLO EVERYBODY". A very cheerful, laid back, no airs personality where she can take every comment with a smile and always giggling around with the cute laughter. She claims she has the laughing disease. She's always nagging at jun ming like a mother( but hey, that's her son) and ahem domnic is fighting with Chris in having total marriage with her.(Have they seen your mother yet?)  She's also analyze things before she makes the green light and give valuable advices.  She has a whimsical personality and also have very low esteem. A very modest person who is oblivious to her popularity. She told me she wanna lie low now but I advise her not to and be herself where people love her for who she is. There's something about aeries people eh Emi? And damn, is her mole sexy..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-8262783736081852524?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/8262783736081852524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=8262783736081852524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8262783736081852524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/8262783736081852524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/05/w25c.html' title='W25C'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497893000698331924.post-7354460654986088024</id><published>2007-02-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:00:14.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women..Flummoxed and intricated species?</title><content type='html'>Hello friends out there. This is my first time writing in for a blog. I was suppose to write in earlier but apparantly lots of things came up like for example, my results came out last week and yes, I was quite gratified after three failed attempts earlier. It's quite difficult to hide my pleasure. You know the silly grin on the face, like a mischievous kid? I can't help it. People, including my blood related cohorts, who had a fair share of passing critisim, disparagement or whatever unplesant, that you must not judge anyone quickly. I'm like a wounded animal. The more blows and anguish i receive, the more i want to more bring the opposition down. Friends, all i want to say is to never give up in what you want to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today it'll be my pleasure to talk about the 'interesting' life of a women. Women out there, after reading this blog, please don't regard me as 'male chauvinist pig', prejudice bastard or some coarse language which i reckon might head to your brain. I love women. Without you ladies, there will be no 'us' guys. Till today it's a wonder to see how you guys can go through pregnancy and 'One of those days' every month. I have tried jogging for 5km with a pile of books in a bag and i was practically out of breadth after the run. How do u guys carry a baby for 9mths? Man, that is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, my male pal was going on and on about how complicated his girlfriend can be. He was like "Dude, she told me how she would die if Justin Timberlake ask her out and she went like he's so hot and would even bed him if he ask her. Later during the day, my girlfriend and i saw a preety looking chick with a great body walking by. She relaid to me that the girl has a good body and i agreed saying the she must have worked out alot. That's it. She started turning cold towards me. What's up with that? If I can accept her comment, why can't she?" I, myself could not help poor dude out with that kind of situation and found it rather odd. Are women always this complicated? I give you another scenerio and it brings a smile to my face even i think about it. I'm sure everyone have been to coffee bean and starbucks. Next time when you are having your drink and when a women walks in, notice when she orders. Women happen to take care of their bodies more than any guy i know. They are very calculative in their sugar, fat and calory intake so that they won't be regarded as 'fat', a very senstive and offensive word for them. Normally when they order it'll be something like this, "Can i have low fat latte?" or " Can i have a no sugar added pure chocolate?" This is all some basic orders and you may go what's so funny about that? Wait, you haven't hear the next part. "Can i have whip cream on it?" Whip cream?!! That's practically more fat in it than a normal pure chocolate without whip. It's hillarious isn't it? "I don't wanna a normal pure chocolate as it has too much fats but i wanna a low-fat pure chocolate with whip." Very contradictive eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies i'm not hear to pin-point your complications because these are the funny little things you guys do which we dudes like it. Not at the moment though but when thinking about it, a guy will definately smile. It's like there's always something to learn from you girls every time. Stay as what you are because that's what makes you a women but sometimes you have to give us guys a break. Pity your guy at times like this because he might be wondering what he did to trigger such reactions from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497893000698331924-7354460654986088024?l=papercut84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/feeds/7354460654986088024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497893000698331924&amp;postID=7354460654986088024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/7354460654986088024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497893000698331924/posts/default/7354460654986088024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papercut84.blogspot.com/2007/02/womenflummoxed-and-intricated-species.html' title='Women..Flummoxed and intricated species?'/><author><name>Meteora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12508952525923638371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
