<?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-10151375</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:16:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of The Obskure</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life Of The Obskure</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-115022967689472181</id><published>2006-06-14T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:14:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/obskure/149893355/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/149893355_6ad03ef64e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/obskure/149893355/"&gt;Photo 3&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/obskure/"&gt;The Life Of The Obskure&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Testing the iPhoto booth when my cousin got her Mac.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-115022967689472181?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/115022967689472181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/115022967689472181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2006/06/iphoto.html' title='iPhoto'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-114831848907737477</id><published>2006-05-23T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:21:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR, Ho, RAWR, Ho, Ho, RAWR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/esther17/74803579/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/74803579_f0de5b85fe_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/esther17/74803579/"&gt;RAWR, Ho, RAWR, Ho, Ho, RAWR!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/esther17/"&gt;Esther17&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get very irritated when I am sick.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-114831848907737477?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/114831848907737477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/114831848907737477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2006/05/rawr-ho-rawr-ho-ho-rawr.html' title='RAWR, Ho, RAWR, Ho, Ho, RAWR!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113585086167316435</id><published>2005-12-29T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:07:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P1000640</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31073983@N00/78859656/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/78859656_c279207cb6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31073983@N00/78859656/"&gt;P1000640&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/31073983@N00/"&gt;tabasco78&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113585086167316435?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113585086167316435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113585086167316435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/12/p1000640.html' title='P1000640'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113517671285293397</id><published>2005-12-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:51:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sooooooooooooooooooo love my aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must wonder why. I had so much fun today. I realized so many things. It's been so long since I got out to town that I never knew so much has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This whole year, the only time I spent outside was to play pool, bowl, nothing else such that I don't know what's going around town. Okay, maybe I exaggerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I haven't been to town before, it's just that I met like a whole lot of people. Met Jolene! ( haha, didn't recognize her ), Derrick, Rachel, Yan Ling, and I met backstabber's friend and some girl from my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, my aunt got her hairstylist to do up my hair once again, which is the 5th time im dyeing it in a year. Now it's golden streaks and a lighter brown :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know what it means by the expression words cannot express how I feel? Well that's what I'm feeling today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a wonderful day, plus a blogpost with very lousy expression which would failed a compo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113517671285293397?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113517671285293397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113517671285293397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113493424630816554</id><published>2005-12-19T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:30:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye-opener</title><content type='html'>I got back from Malaysia last night, like about 12. It was really an eye opener and well I really liked the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details when I wake up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113493424630816554?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113493424630816554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113493424630816554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/12/eye-opener.html' title='An eye-opener'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113449957715863211</id><published>2005-12-14T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:46:17.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Sorry y'all, I've not been updating my blog like yeah man. I'll start to update as soon as I get back. Avoid calling me during this period, rather sms me because I'll be in Malaysia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from the 14th to the 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace y'all&lt;/span&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/10151375-113449957715863211?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113449957715863211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113449957715863211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/12/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113145459967973121</id><published>2005-11-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:56:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add, the irony is that BUM2 used to talk bad about BUM1 insulting his father, being a taxi driver, couldn't earn much and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate, I hope God comes into their lives.. I will pray for my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Not forgetting everyone's English tomorrow and those taking Sci Phy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113145459967973121?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113145459967973121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113145459967973121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/11/irony.html' title='The Irony'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113145411256218223</id><published>2005-11-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:55:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loss!</title><content type='html'>To date, I have lost two friends. No, not that I did start to talk wrong about them and break our relations, but everything I speak now is all based on facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about two bums. One' s a small punk whose so into soccer all day and loves to play pranks on people, and the other's a little taller than me, but based on his arrogance, I think he will still think he's the tallest amongst everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, BUM1 is the first, BUM2 second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUM1 stabbed me in the back without me knowing. The knife still hanging there but heng no blood come out yet. He said that &lt;strong&gt;however hard I study, it will be of no use.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey cmon la. BUM1 got more than 34+ for his L1R5 and he wants to talk so much? Go get a life lah. I know you can't control what people speak cos its their mouth but nah, this guy used to hang around with me and some of my outside friends. ( He's met them I meant )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go take a look in the mirror pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUM2 is worse. From 4 years he has tricked 3 of my friends, including me. We were all deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my bowling ball, BUM2 had some nasty comments to say. Not soothing to the ear at all.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;RETRIBUTION FOR CHARGING SO MUCH FOR COMPUTER SERVICE ( which he terms as CHEATING )"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello, what do you know about the computer business? Using Google Earth? Well that's only what you can do I guess, I'm so sad for you sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then when he was given a lift once and I requested for my taxi fare to be paid, my two good buddies had no qualms about paying for my taxi fare return trip but what did BUM2 say. Oh cmon he said when Gabe was facing back "&lt;strong&gt;OUR FRIENDSHIP IS NOT EVEN WORTH 2 dollars."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that some rumor is going around that because he lured me to play pool during prelims, my prelims result suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that strikes a hard note. Wow nice preparation for English tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking him out to Macs to study, but what did he do instead, he kept asking me to go play pool non-stop and when I finally agreed, he didn't go there and concentrate on playing when I risked getting beaten up by the counters that have a hatred with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard he's trying to clear up the mess by saying no that's not true, but here you have seen all the truth I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he think school life is? Politics? Anyway I've disowned these two people as friends and well like they say in the t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/images/products/327bgNavy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113145411256218223?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113145411256218223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113145411256218223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/11/loss.html' title='The Loss!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-113042337306238238</id><published>2005-10-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:56:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice skin</title><content type='html'>Countdown: 4days to Chinese. And I don't look the least bothered. I wonder why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-113042337306238238?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113042337306238238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/113042337306238238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-skin.html' title='Nice skin'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112999231838268528</id><published>2005-10-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:45:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML</title><content type='html'>Apparently HTML hates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112999231838268528?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112999231838268528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112999231838268528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/10/html.html' title='HTML'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112709698790278358</id><published>2005-09-19T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:29:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How far do you agree?</title><content type='html'>To what extent do you think that Gabe will get marks for one of the History structured essay questions which he used other reasons from another question to answer another? Explain your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(13 marks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was studying halfway yesterday after I bathed. Turns out not such a good idea after all. I had a cold ( my nose is really sensitive ) and I had no choice but to lay in my bed with my nose facing down, head facing up and titled backward by a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not try this at home - u will fall alseep and forget your solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112709698790278358?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112709698790278358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112709698790278358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-far-do-you-agree.html' title='How far do you agree?'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112689131600539426</id><published>2005-09-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:21:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks everyone</title><content type='html'>Thank you everybody who have been given me either encouragement through my blog or via sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pays to know your friends around you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112689131600539426?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112689131600539426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112689131600539426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-everyone.html' title='Thanks everyone'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112675030785378597</id><published>2005-09-15T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:11:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>I should have studied more for Chemistry. Bah. I would have done much better if I studied more. ARGH. Regrets, regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112675030785378597?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112675030785378597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112675030785378597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/09/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112642433870476350</id><published>2005-09-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:39:33.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember Harbor Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dreaming days where the mess was made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look how all the kids have grown, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have changed but we're still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know we're cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know we're cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool - By Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really cool. It's not vanity I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;Cool as in sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;I just started my prelim studying on Friday lah.&lt;br /&gt;The rest all forget already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cycle to Macs in 22mins time.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everybody, do well for your prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112642433870476350?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112642433870476350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112642433870476350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/09/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112591697719903748</id><published>2005-09-05T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:42:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapterII suspended.</title><content type='html'>chapterII suspended till who-knows-when.&lt;br /&gt;i will be concentrating on my preliminary examinations at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;theobskure.org is currently down&lt;br /&gt;i will get it fixed soon&lt;br /&gt;all the best for everybody whose prelims are to come.&lt;br /&gt;jia you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112591697719903748?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112591697719903748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112591697719903748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapterii-suspended.html' title='chapterII suspended.'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112541723002751578</id><published>2005-08-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:53:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flattery</title><content type='html'>I was not trying to flatter you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yINK, &lt;/span&gt;your art's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.qualitycustomrug.homestead.com/files/baby_smiley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;you've got the flu&lt;br /&gt;but Gabe's got the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s sorry, a li'll corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10151375-112541723002751578?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541723002751578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541723002751578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/flattery.html' title='flattery'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112541695215696977</id><published>2005-08-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:50:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yINK's Beautiful Art</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, I digress by presenting you with the world's greatest beautiful artist and the next Leonardo da-Vinci, miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YINKIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I present to you, the country's most beautiful, most artistic, most creative, most amazing art work:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WONDER CATS BY MISS JIE YING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission: Free&lt;br /&gt;Price for buying: $50 per piece ( NETT ) - Call Gabe at 975-6-3717&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can view this masterpiece at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabe5045.mediaobjects.co.uk/c672044.html"&gt;&lt;font&gt;http://gabe5045.mediaobjects.co.uk/c672044.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S Sorry for the chauvinist in the picture midway in the gallery. The whole world needs to know this guy that goes by the name of " Anthony " is going around cheating young pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10151375-112541695215696977?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541695215696977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541695215696977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/yinks-beautiful-art.html' title='yINK&apos;s Beautiful Art'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112541135098235289</id><published>2005-08-30T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:15:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapterII</title><content type='html'>chapterII;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112541135098235289?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541135098235289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112541135098235289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapterii.html' title='chapterII'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112420353431596435</id><published>2005-08-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:45:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wonder whether some people closest to you actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112420353431596435?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112420353431596435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112420353431596435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112419846195728353</id><published>2005-08-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:21:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CID</title><content type='html'>Had some trouble with the CID today. No further comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112419846195728353?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112419846195728353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112419846195728353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/cid.html' title='CID'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112384226914414486</id><published>2005-08-12T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:24:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe</title><content type='html'>I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt; for my Chinese, as expected. Quite sad about it but nonetheless thank you GOD for bringing me through this obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sians... Oral distinction ( very surprisingly since the woman examiner was rolling her eyes up ( in disgust, maybe ) and the man had literally no facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the Paper 1 killed me. Can't write for nuts. Was aiming for a 1 or 2. I have to stand up on my feet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112384226914414486?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112384226914414486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112384226914414486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/woe.html' title='Woe'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112377130412942859</id><published>2005-08-11T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:41:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the best</title><content type='html'>All the best taking their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O" Level Chinese Results &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. I'm very very very extremely scared I won't get my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LORD,&lt;br /&gt;please provide me with a grade that I had previously aimed for my Chinese result. By grace and my work, even as I had entrusted these things to you, I ask that you take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do not do well LORD, I thank you in all circumstances. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112377130412942859?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112377130412942859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112377130412942859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-best.html' title='All the best'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112352764719157979</id><published>2005-08-09T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:21:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:47AM &lt;/span&gt;in the morning and it's National Day. Happy National Day, Singapore :) Its' our 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a history student has its advantages. One of these is being proud to be a Singaporean after facing the many obstacles that have befalle us these decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to celebrate National Day, I am rewarding you with a sneak peek and what is to come later in the afternoon, and yes, by the way, they practised the fireworks thing at 12am just now. Cool isn't it. At exactly midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this year, it is being held in Padang, meaning it's being blocked by the trees so I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they say, when there's a will there's a way. I treat you to a sneak peek of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Day Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;You get to see the fireworks on the Internet first, courtesy of my K700i phone. I have uploaded it to Zippyvideos and you can view it directly from there.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( P.S You need the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=t&amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=3&amp;url=http%3A//www.divxmovies.com/codec/&amp;amp;ei=Jar3Qo_uI668sAHJ-ZiWDg"&gt;DivX codec&lt;/a&gt; to view this file )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zippyvideos.com/69961838807205.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm working on a new layout. Here's a preview too! Start ranting on the tagboard, please.&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;a href="http://img264.imageshack.us/my.php?image=untitled4az.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/4016/untitled4az.th.png" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112352764719157979?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112352764719157979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112352764719157979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112314724666271250</id><published>2005-08-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:49:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food-for-thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Michael Choy&lt;/span&gt; must be feeling very humiliated now. Unfortunately I feel for him right now, and I feel very remorseful over the words I've spoken about him just a few minutes ago from this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Michael Choy, a scorer of 9 A1s for O Levels and 4 straight A's for his A levels, further obtaining a scholarship, is a motivational speaker and has opened his own company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school had two talks today - One by Mr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reynolds&lt;/span&gt; from TPJC and Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Choy&lt;/span&gt;. The first talk was about English and a little boring, however the 2nd one was about breaking what's preventing you from succeeding etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Michael Choy&lt;/span&gt; is quite geek-looking, getting constantly insulted upon by the students for  everything he does and says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been bullied since he was a kid and he said that a bully in his bus once broke his zipper that he had to tuck out his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tee &lt;/span&gt;and hold his pants to prevent it from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in my various posts before, these people are a menace to society. The bullies, I mean. Everyone has gone through a situation of being bullied before and this is one such situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. However, I was one of those students there insulting him, not knowing his true intentions. And when he said "he loved us students", I had a mixture of feelings, more of a feeling of shame then one of being cynical or sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back, I felt really sorry for my actions. I mean, he's suffered enough in his childhood, and here I am being cynical towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm full of remorse now. Forgive me LORD for not being a good testimony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112314724666271250?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112314724666271250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112314724666271250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food-for-thought'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112306748279086741</id><published>2005-08-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:11:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's their problem?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't understand why some people in my school try and be funny with me, either being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verbally&lt;/span&gt; abusive in their speech, being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physically &lt;/span&gt;abusive, or being like what we just call losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us take a look at the definition of a loser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-bottom: 2em;"&gt;6 entries found for &lt;i&gt;loser&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;b&gt;los·er&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dloser"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/JPG/pron.jpg" alt="Audio pronunciation of &amp;quot;loser&amp;quot;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 7pt; color: red; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html" class="linksrc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (l&lt;img alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/oomacr.gif" align="bottom" height="14" width="13" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/prime.gif" align="bottom" height="22" width="4" /&gt;z&lt;img alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/schwa.gif" align="bottom" height="15" width="6" /&gt;r)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;One that fails to win: &lt;cite&gt;the losers of the game.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;One who takes loss in a specified way: &lt;cite&gt;a graceful loser; a poor loser.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;One that fails consistently, especially a person with bad luck or poor skills: “losers at home seeking wealth and glory in undeveloped countries” (Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li type="a"&gt;One that is bad in quality: &lt;cite&gt;That book is a real loser.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; I quote "One that fails consistently, especially a person with bad luck or poor skills"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how true is that man. Okay now wait, why are you talking about losers?  Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, going back home, doing my own stuff, and this guy with 2 other losers behind me about to go out starts to talk some trash behind my back, yes, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed the gate lock to cycle out and I heard a hokkien abusive phrase being howled at me for some reason. What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back, gave him the "what-the" look and cycled back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my feelings were one of mixed when I cycled home. I mean like, what the he*l is this guy's problem? What did I do to deserve to be verbally abused man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can just get out of my bike and give him a punch to the face, a kick to the groin or a hit to the stomach, but what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does violence really solve everything? In a society like ours today, your average corner street-gang comprises of like 5-20 people, usually in groups so they can prove how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they aren't I tell you. Just dial 999, all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porkapanjan&lt;/span&gt;. ( Sorry this is my meaning for run away now, no racist remark intended )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do when we meet people like these? Think of them as hindrances to society, look back at them like me, give a tsk-tsk and go back home like they never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112306748279086741?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112306748279086741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112306748279086741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-their-problem.html' title='What&apos;s their problem?'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112229386441008600</id><published>2005-07-25T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:17:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out</title><content type='html'>You should know who you are when you see this.&lt;br /&gt;Stop backstabbing others while pretending to act good in front of me please, it's so hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;Do that again and I assure you that you'll be friendless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112229386441008600?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112229386441008600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112229386441008600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/07/watch-out.html' title='Watch Out'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112194527520208992</id><published>2005-07-21T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:27:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Ownage</title><content type='html'>I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt; in pool 7-1 by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clement Tan&lt;/span&gt;. Congrats &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clement Tan&lt;/span&gt;, you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt; me lol. Really bad form today, had like what, three or four games in which I had the opportunity to sink in the 9ball but i failed after numerous attempts at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No form today I guess. Well about 4pm so I decided to study at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BK-PP &lt;/span&gt;instead. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;there! For your information, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; is my science tuition teacher and he was studying there too. Well joined him and had a good conversation at some intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearlene&lt;/span&gt; there too! Haha but didn't say hi, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai seh la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She with her friends. Yeah then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; came to pick me thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; ah, get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112194527520208992?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112194527520208992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112194527520208992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-about-ownage.html' title='All About Ownage'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112132790941089422</id><published>2005-07-14T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:58:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsters</title><content type='html'>I so )(Q40821942412'in hate gangsters. They're just out to ruin our lives aren't they. However I'm not talking about a gangster here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act beng&lt;/span&gt; from the Normal Technical Stream from Sec4 came today when i misaimed a ball at my other friend and the ball flew towards him, however I must stress that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT DID NOT HIT HIM.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came sa-pa-lat towards me, asking me a load of questions of what's your problem wanna fight or something and I said sorry for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then his angry loser lips turned into a smile and broke into laughter, saying he was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I feel that people like this lack &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; at all. They don't know the meaning of life and they're just out to ruin our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I will not let the matter rest, even though it was my fault to hit him, however I apologized and the ball didn't even hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's gotta watch out online (:&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112132790941089422?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112132790941089422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112132790941089422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/07/gangsters.html' title='Gangsters'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-112004858738682642</id><published>2005-06-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:36:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen</title><content type='html'>sixteen, finally. thank you to all those that wished me. i really appreciate it =)&lt;br /&gt;can't celebrate today - my head's temperature shows a 38 degrees celsius.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-112004858738682642?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112004858738682642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/112004858738682642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/sixteen.html' title='sixteen'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111946811709988049</id><published>2005-06-23T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T03:21:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout</title><content type='html'>Layout 90% done. 3 hours =(&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now - still facing vertigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111946811709988049?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111946811709988049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111946811709988049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/layout.html' title='Layout'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111943713328998977</id><published>2005-06-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:45:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>New layout when school reopens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img198.echo.cx/my.php?image=delete7nd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.echo.cx/img198/7350/delete7nd.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a shopping spree tomorrow, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111943713328998977?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111943713328998977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111943713328998977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111943697949251097</id><published>2005-06-22T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:42:59.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZXH Outing</title><content type='html'>Went for ZXH Outing at Sentosa yesterday. lol@Shan. 3 hours late lah. And I thought you would be the one calling to wake me up instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met two group of Broadricians on the way. Just said hi blurly - didn't expect to meet them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the water level was 4.5m and thats quite freaky. That's why I still feel shaky since yesterday because of the waves yesterday. And that sucks - you can't concentrate on something without feeling as if you're floating or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to Pastamania and then ate and went back. And this old lady asked me for money, and when I said I only had ten dollar notes she asked if I could give her ten dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111943697949251097?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111943697949251097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111943697949251097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/zxh-outing.html' title='ZXH Outing'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111916210995350567</id><published>2005-06-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:23:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>Bad Hair Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%283%291.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%282%291.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%281%291.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111916210995350567?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111916210995350567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111916210995350567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111893602575559513</id><published>2005-06-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:35:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;3 teh smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt; look very compatible in the show. That may apply to their life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maddox's&lt;/span&gt; father, lol. Can't imagine. But well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brad Pitt's&lt;/span&gt; sexy and hot - I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something about like his mom having to counsel her high school students because they were going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ga-ga&lt;/span&gt; over him. That must be funny, lol. But well he's a hunk / hottie / whatever you call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's great. Watched with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Ling, Dillon &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazid.&lt;/span&gt; Then I went back home straight to have dinner. Didn't feel like hanging around town anyway - especially when the Surrender shop would be closed ( I guessed so )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie rocks. Go watch now. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111893602575559513?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111893602575559513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111893602575559513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr &amp; Mrs Smith'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111885674788090001</id><published>2005-06-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T03:27:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>I wrote a 20-minute review on the PCK musical just to navigate away from the page. I guess I'm too tired and that will wait till the next time I go for any other musical / exhibition worth visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Then at that time I will write a review without making stupid mistakes like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures as promised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%283%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%284%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%285%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%286%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/320/Gabe%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111885674788090001?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111885674788090001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111885674788090001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111881558109212794</id><published>2005-06-15T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:06:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCK Musical</title><content type='html'>I didn't update as I was at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCK Musical &lt;/span&gt;last night. Very nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh.&lt;/span&gt; Well it was freaking hilarious and very creative as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gurmit Singh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He's like Singapore's greatest talent. In acting and showbiz, and well others I have not mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate more later, going for math tuition soon. Pictures will be up later. ( I secretly took them lol ) but I didn't take during the show as I got glued to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my long-windedness. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111881558109212794?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111881558109212794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111881558109212794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/pck-musical.html' title='PCK Musical'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111857965138715903</id><published>2005-06-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:34:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>My apologies for the CAPS lock I was really angry at that time.&lt;br /&gt;But the hair dye does work. &lt;br /&gt;My hair is quite brown now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the big fuss I made.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience doods and doodettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111857965138715903?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857965138715903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857965138715903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111857189232936706</id><published>2005-06-12T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:28:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT EVER FRIGGIN BUY PALTY HAIR DYE</title><content type='html'>IT DOESNT FREAKING WORK.&lt;br /&gt;I WASTED MONEY ON SOMETHING THAT DOESNT FREAKING WORK.&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR IS STILL COPPER BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;THE BACK IS SUPPOSED TO BE BRIGHT BROWN AFTER BUYING THIS DYE.&lt;br /&gt;THIS DYE SUCKS DONT BUY IT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M OUTRAGED DARN DONT EVER BUY PALTY HAIR DYE.&lt;br /&gt;NO DIFFERENCE TO YOUR HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;DONT ASK ME WHETHER I DID IT CORRECTLY COS I DID.&lt;br /&gt;WASTED MONEY FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Gabe%283%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Gabe%283%291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111857189232936706?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857189232936706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857189232936706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-ever-friggin-buy-palty-hair-dye.html' title='DONT EVER FRIGGIN BUY PALTY HAIR DYE'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111857415192192898</id><published>2005-06-12T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:02:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I mean?</title><content type='html'>Whenever my MSN nick reads "XXX tissues and counting", this is what I really mean. A picture is worth a thousand words. Have a look yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewer discretion advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Gabe%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Gabe%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible cold from 3pm yesterday which lasted until 1am plus. Medicine didn't work, nose spray didn't work but helped abit. Only managed to sleep at 1+ . Sucks isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bought a packet of Clarinase today. Looking good at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111857415192192898?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857415192192898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111857415192192898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-do-i-mean.html' title='What do I mean?'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111846007648269514</id><published>2005-06-11T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:21:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day</title><content type='html'>Bowling bag still lost. In a dillema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111846007648269514?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111846007648269514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111846007648269514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/2nd-day.html' title='2nd Day'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111831913277816479</id><published>2005-06-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:12:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Bag Stolen/Misplaced</title><content type='html'>Someone took my bowling bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some $ either:&lt;br /&gt;1) STOLE IT&lt;br /&gt;2) TOOK IT BY ACCIDENT&lt;br /&gt;3) TRIED TO BE FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;4) ITS NOT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pi**ed. Check out the loss list I have chalked up as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full Throttle Ball - $330&lt;br /&gt;Double Ball Bag - $125&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL                           $525&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S for Sian. $525 can buy so many things. Like more LCD monitors, a new PS2, PSP, like whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony you know. My bowling bag is considered a puny little thing with a broken bottom compared to the others. The bag is 50% healthy, the shoes are not the professional type ( there are shoes that cost $350 there ) and there's the ball which has many scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which person in his/her right mind would take it? Who cares anyway. Right now I'm just waiting &amp; praying that the person will return what doesn't belong to his/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the nickname - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will the person who took my bowling bag please return it? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will the person who took my bag.. please stand up, please stand up.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111831913277816479?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111831913277816479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111831913277816479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/bowling-bag-stolenmisplaced.html' title='Bowling Bag Stolen/Misplaced'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111824271364904383</id><published>2005-06-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:58:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;N</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I screwed up my F&amp;N "O" Level Cooking Examination today. I better do my Evaluation properly or I'll do badly for my coursework - which I've been putting in alot of effort into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, situation's like that - Never cooked three dishes in my life before and tried cooking them w/o any recipe or w/o any experience. It would be a miracle for one to actually cook it w/o knowing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just stand there and expect the food to come out and say like "OH WOW OH WOW GOT FOOD APPEAR IN FRONT OF ME". Right... well so with some guidance from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen Ling,&lt;/span&gt;I managed to fix up my Mixed Salad and Chicken Caserole. ( THANKS WEN LING if you're reading this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well supposed to help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Ting&lt;/span&gt; take pictures but my SLR camera &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cocked &lt;/span&gt;up today. Something wrong with bottom shots. Looks like I need to learn more photography when I'm free. As said, my dishes were screwed. How can I explain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure - A picture's worth a thousand words. Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2840%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2838%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2839%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2834%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2832%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111824271364904383?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111824271364904383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111824271364904383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/fn.html' title='F&amp;N'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111814564953430575</id><published>2005-06-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:00:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>After careful consideration and thinking, here is my current wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nike Dunk Shoes&lt;br /&gt;-ABathingApe T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;-New Tees ( XL )&lt;br /&gt;-New Speakers&lt;br /&gt;-IPOD Mini&lt;br /&gt;-SLR Camera&lt;br /&gt;-Levi's TYPE1 Jeans&lt;br /&gt;-12 for O Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday coming - *hint hint* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111814564953430575?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111814564953430575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111814564953430575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111814540280014007</id><published>2005-06-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:57:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELC</title><content type='html'>The RELC Seminar was a total success. Wonderful speeches by both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr Steve Bird &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Anthony Green.&lt;/span&gt; Especially Mr Green's sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm talking about a seminar the RELC ( Regional English Language Centre ) organized by the STU ( Singapore Teachers Union ) Wonderful work they did it. It was my pleasure to even be there, unfortunately for some, not, with some going off half way and some talking throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elaboration of words in passages under Comprehension and the tips they gave ( including not exceeding the max no. of words in composition writing ) was very useful. Never thought they would bother about the number of words they use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must improve on my handwriting though, heard it counts in the examination. Back to my day, well during the intermission I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel, &lt;/span&gt;my church friend with his friends and said hi. After that we went back in and had a good time with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful speech, I might say again. After the seminar, went to town with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dillon, Feng Hui, and Yazid.&lt;/span&gt; Got some Tori-Q and ate at the seats outside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takashimaya.&lt;/span&gt; Some ah-beng lookin' salesman tried to con us into buying a brand of perfume that's supposed to be $128 and selling only at $25 now. He got so pissed after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dillon &lt;/span&gt;humiliated him and walked off after knowing he wouldn't clinch a deal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hilarious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Ling and Wen Ling &lt;/span&gt;walked past us 10seconds and then walked off.What the....? Lol. I dont' know what they were doing too. Then I went to Far East and went to browse for some prices of some clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too expensive. But my birthday is coming! Well, erm my birthday is on the 29th of June. Any takers? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111814540280014007?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111814540280014007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111814540280014007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/relc.html' title='RELC'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111781627355942467</id><published>2005-06-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:46:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends these days</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not updating people. I know countless clicks and refreshes on your browser window has caused you inconvenience, therefore I ask that you forgive me for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, Chinese O Levels was screwed. 4 days ago, I was in a classroom, wondering what the heck four words were in the zhao-ju section. I think I'm definitely gonna retake cos my highest expectations would be a B4 for this exam. And I'm counting Chinese as a sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall not drop Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days after have been followed by a series of supplementary lessons, including a RELC ( Regional English Language Centre ) course that I have to attend almost everyday. This course teaches us how to get distinctions in English for O Level and only certain groups of students are selected. I'm proud to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Let's move on to Friday ( though it's Saturday now )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely day. I had to travel to IT Show 2005 myself because two friends, one who asked me to inform him if I'm going, couldn't make it. The other, because of work duties, can't come and I don't really care now because he/she has been whatz-that-word, y'know "pi**in" me off these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you ask someone to go out they can't. Then they come late for appointments. Then they give you attitude for something they don't know what they actually said. Well guess you know who you are if you're reading this. I shall not disclose any names for fear of embarassing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, well finally got a 17" LCD Monitor for myself, which is like what, uber cool. I'll be posting the pictures of the IT fair in my personal gallery. Well so far I'm enjoying this Samsung monitor and I hope it'll really last me for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY guys/gals, if you're free, don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pang seh&lt;/span&gt;, call me, and I'll see if I can go out. Holidays are meant for what - strengthening friendships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.attachedrive.com/%7Egabe/gallery/view_album.php?set_albumName=album06"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111781627355942467?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111781627355942467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111781627355942467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-these-days.html' title='friends these days'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111703704274596141</id><published>2005-05-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:04:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close!</title><content type='html'>i was so close to winning those 2 tix for the breakdancing concert and a lee jeans lor. power 98! until the last minute someone had beat me to it by giving a more hilarious answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they read my answer somemore can. lol. okay nevermind can't always win. good luck for mt exams kids im gonna retake mine looking at my current progress ( not even a quarter done )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why i type like this these days. so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s don't hang around at the sides of kallang macs, there're nests of insects, some insect that looked like a bee landed on my head and i changed seats, only to see another heap of beetles and houseflies all around. sux0r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111703704274596141?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111703704274596141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111703704274596141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-close.html' title='so close!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111666279972469456</id><published>2005-05-21T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:06:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star wars</title><content type='html'>star wars rocks your boxers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111666279972469456?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111666279972469456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111666279972469456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='star wars'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111650497655254808</id><published>2005-05-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:16:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings</title><content type='html'>I've had several mood swings lately. Sorry I haven't been updating lately. MT O' Levels comin' in a few days. That sucks. I just got a C5 for my Mid-Year Chinese, just gonna screw it again one more time - hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results for my mid's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - A2&lt;br /&gt;Math - A2&lt;br /&gt;Science - F9&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - C5&lt;br /&gt;Combined. Humans - C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the last two yet. Goodbye to L1R5 12 points ah.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those taking O's MT with me in 9 days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111650497655254808?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111650497655254808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111650497655254808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111486224661164512</id><published>2005-04-30T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:57:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;HEHEHE! I'm so, so dead. Mid-Year Examinations start in like what, 6 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I haven't finished studying my Secondary III texts, what more, Secondary IV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOOOO SOOOO DEAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for blogging for the next few days :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111486224661164512?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111486224661164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111486224661164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/hehehe.html' title='HEHEHE'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111468846277250543</id><published>2005-04-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:41:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILARIOUS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha one of the most hilarious days of my life. I was having a study at Marine Parade today, and well I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruth, &lt;/span&gt;my cousin, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went on to mug for F&amp;N. There were a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadricians &lt;/span&gt;having a study there too, probably Secondary III or something. Seen them around sometime but well they were making a hella lot of noise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whole hall could basically hear them speak.&lt;/span&gt; And they say walls have ears don't they! Well I guess the walls ears must have gotten blasted at the tone of the "leader's" voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Girls - 2 Indians and 1 Chinese were having their conversations after their study. They were well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitching&lt;/span&gt; about other girls in my school and I could roughly pick out what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ingrid ( which is a girl from my school, err I think ), Pei Sheng ( a boy from my school ) and a few other names with what fight here and there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls were not having any name tags on so I don't know their identities. Neither do I wish to know man =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well I went to the loo, got back and the "leader" of the group asked me whether I was from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadrick &lt;/span&gt;and asked for my name and class. Unfortunately not what they expected. I'm not from the normal stream. Guess they were lookin for someone from the normal stream so I could identify the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HERE GOES. They realized I was from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadrick&lt;/span&gt;, and a few secs later I sorta heard a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH S**T... THEN JUST NOW I WAS TALKING SO LOUD"&lt;/span&gt; from the "leader" and well, Mrs "Leader", if you're reading this now your secrets are out MUAHAHAHHHA! ( refer to above )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in less than 2 minutes, the girls that were 20mins before talking as loud as your typical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah lians&lt;/span&gt; became shy and err, humchee girls that ran off laughing 2mins after they found out a fellow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredician&lt;/span&gt; could hear everything that they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for secrets HAHAHAHA =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111468846277250543?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111468846277250543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111468846277250543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/hilarious.html' title='HILARIOUS!!!!!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111417710634373101</id><published>2005-04-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:38:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging</title><content type='html'>I've been mugging like a freak. Studied like 5 hours+++ today, hope that I've absorbed what I need to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've faced the harsh reality of Chinese. I got 57 for Chinese, not one of my better days yeah. I don't usually get that bad for Chinese though I know I can't speak Chinese for nuts. Well what are you reading this entry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to mug you hoo-hums! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Start by switching off your computer&lt;br /&gt;Press Start &gt; Turn Off Computer &gt; Shut Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111417710634373101?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111417710634373101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111417710634373101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/mugging.html' title='Mugging'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111363833436240386</id><published>2005-04-16T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:14:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARKOUR OWNS.</title><content type='html'>I've just caught the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; movie of the year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les Fils Du Vent.&lt;/span&gt; It's the sequel to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yamasaki, &lt;/span&gt;and it owns badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because these people defy the earth's limits, gravity, etc and they're your modern Jackie Chan. They jump from roof to roof, jump over poles like there's no other, and they own like totally.&lt;br /&gt;Their movements are so popular from the hit Yamasaki that there's a new hobby called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARKOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkour is even more sick than breaking. It's alot of determination, training and discipline to attain that style. I am gonna start taking up Parkour after my O's. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am well again and my work out has started since Monday. I'm working on my biceps now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daily workout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5x 10kg barbell ( x2 sets )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30x 5kg barbell ( x2 sets )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10x push ups ( x2 sets )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10x sit ups ( x1 set )&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've changed it as an exception today to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;include a run around my nearby canal and well I hope the results will show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AIM TO DEFY LIMITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.urbanfreeflow.com/message_board_images/parkour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111363833436240386?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111363833436240386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111363833436240386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/parkour-owns.html' title='PARKOUR OWNS.'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111312787797713319</id><published>2005-04-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:11:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not posting..</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, realize I am not posting these few days. Reasons that being: My throat is still filled with phlegm and I will write an entry once I recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to visit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111312787797713319?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111312787797713319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111312787797713319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-posting.html' title='Not posting..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111266406506682240</id><published>2005-04-05T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:21:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it burn...</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:16AM&lt;/span&gt; now and today is quite a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt; day for me. Pardon my Singlish here, that meant unlucky in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm been caught down with a fever and my body temperature's rising and rising as I post this entry. Weak bones and everything I touch is painful or cold, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously stop missing lessons even if I'm sick. But, it's very difficult to do when you're aching all over. Imagine going to the theatrette for Geog. Elective and groan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOH AHHH.&lt;/span&gt; No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the heavy downpour yesterday that got me down with this ailment. The two possible times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I was having PE Lessons and it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;2) When I was cycling back in a drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to learn peeps? Even if it is a slight drizzle, don't go back till it has completely stopped or you'll face a burning head and weakish bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it burn... Let it burn... Gonna let it burn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111266406506682240?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111266406506682240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111266406506682240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it burn...'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111252901135148532</id><published>2005-04-03T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:55:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some short thoughts..</title><content type='html'>BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="107" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%284%29.jpg" width="142" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2812%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating 2 weeks of Xando pills, my waist inch has reduced from Size 34 to Size 32! Xando is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, I'm just mocking those fakie testimonials that they put for the slim ads. The people before and after aren't even the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception from the media, that's just what it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Once again I would like to express my deep regret towards the death of the Pope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111252901135148532?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111252901135148532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111252901135148532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-short-thoughts.html' title='Some short thoughts..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111251942010947466</id><published>2005-04-03T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:10:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope</title><content type='html'>The Pope has died, unfortunately. Described as "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;indisputably the most influential pope of the 20th century" and one's death that has affected both Catholics and non-Catholics, one must be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is heartbreaking and sad to hear, with the world at this time in a state of mourning.  I was reading in the newspapers that this man had gone to jail personally to seek the man that tried to assasinate him and forgave that person. What courage he must have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite appaling to hear the news, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the other side of the world, I'm stricken by the mid-year exams, which are coming in 5 weeks, and I just got a haircut which doesn't look like a haircut to the back at all. I'm thinking of getting my aunt to trim it for me tonight, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pictures in my next post.&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/10151375-111251942010947466?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111251942010947466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111251942010947466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope.html' title='Pope'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111242824401668010</id><published>2005-04-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:50:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DILEMMA</title><content type='html'>Not one of my better days yesterday. Too tired so I'm writin' for yesterday's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the last leg of the B Division Boys for bowling, and I didn't bowl well once again. This time, I have nobody to blame but myself. But well, life goes on. And something really ironic happened :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustine&lt;/span&gt; was bowling next to me. Appears he comes from Ghim Moh. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;, my boss, was bowling next to me too! Once again, haha. Okay lor she freaking trashed me yesterday. AND HER MGS GIRLS AND SUPPORTERS KEPT SCREAMING TILL MY EARS WENT BUST! AND I MEAN BUST, seriously. ( sorry for the caps, heh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA what a coincidence. 3 GMC Members bowling in 3 lanes, and what, next to each other. But anyway, even after getting a low score, I want to thank God. Haha why? Must I be crazy? Yes being clamorously foolish for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; I guess. A few days before, I had taken my bowling bag down the steps, I accidentaly stepped on the edge of the steps and flew down. But, my legs held and I managed to regain my balance. If not for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;, I would've been lying in hospital now and not writing this entry.  Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God. &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to makan at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PastaMania&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clement &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis.&lt;/span&gt; Walked Clement back home and rushed back. And at home, I accidentaly stepped on my iPOD while in the toilet. I heard a crack sound but didnt bother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after I came out did I realize the LCD in the MP3 player had just cracked. What appeared to be the sound of cracking really did happen. Bah! My precious&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; $548. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But thank God it still works. Hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt; will change it for me. If not, I'll be really pissed. But who have I to blame? Myself for not taking it out before entering the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture%2811%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111242824401668010?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111242824401668010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111242824401668010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/04/dilemma.html' title='DILEMMA'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111202323886058718</id><published>2005-03-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:49:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://coppermine.galacnet.com/obskure/albums/userpics/10001/thumb_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lanes at Victor's were &lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt; today. My ball couldn't hook properly and I got a low average out of the competition today. Futhermore, my &lt;strong&gt;partner&lt;/strong&gt; didnt pick me up and well I guess there's no chance in redeeming ourselves out of our plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184,140,129,124,132,127&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111202323886058718?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111202323886058718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111202323886058718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-late.html' title='too late'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111180355603714647</id><published>2005-03-26T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:19:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture(7)1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/200/Picture(7)1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wristbands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111180355603714647?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111180355603714647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111180355603714647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-wristbands.html' title=''/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111141290546340611</id><published>2005-03-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:48:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIDDINESS</title><content type='html'>I am currently facing a dilemia of giddiness and headaches which happens to me each time I return to school. In this case, I had already had this problem since the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to find out what is wrong, or if it is a case of unknown stress in my subconscious, or just an illness that hopefully is able to be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a competition this Thursday and there seems to be no substitutes. I am left with no other choice then but to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try having your world going round in circles and the background of what you focus on moving. You'll go freaking nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was my worst night. I took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 full hours&lt;/span&gt; just to have a nap. I shall not elaborate on the next few posts until I recover from this. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111141290546340611?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111141290546340611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111141290546340611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/giddiness.html' title='GIDDINESS'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111131848926196318</id><published>2005-03-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:34:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term II: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Good riddance. It's already Term II and I've been slacking my butt out during my holidays. It's time to kick some ass in studies now.  ( Yeah right )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by my progress, I'll just fail 'O' Levels and not face the world anymore. But, I trust I will not make this mistake. What about my hols, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent headaches, crazy images of backgrounds revolving when this mind is idle, it appears that it still hasn't gotten out of my mind even after a trip to the neurologist who discharged me without any further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its part and parcel of psychology, therefore I'm trying to conquer it. Chim as I may sound, this thing has actually been bothering me ever since my cold was battled over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well who knows. Check me out for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111131848926196318?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111131848926196318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111131848926196318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/term-ii-beginning.html' title='Term II: The Beginning'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111116385467550803</id><published>2005-03-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:37:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Alright today I haven't pretty much studied at all, let alone even touch a book. I have friends that have tuition every single day, well during the holidays that's a no-no for me isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic these few days. Out, out and more out while time just passes by as quickly as it can. Well, for today, I made a trip to Malaysia on a mission to harvest out several groceries back. Left like late noon so ended up eating really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; lunch there at about 2pm. Good stuff, man. Like totally rad food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so we went to Taman Sentosa. That's where "The Store" is if you don't know. Got stalked by the DVD seller to buy more and more. In the end, I got some DVDs, bought some groceries and got a drink while meeting two fags there, one of which had a character exactly similar to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt; and well their voice were definitely low and they were in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one point. I bought a basketball hoop for myself! Well this is so I can train my height and well hope the method works.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back and took like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two hours&lt;/span&gt; to get pass the causeway. For some reason, the 2nd link was blocked up. What in the world-ahmama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention yet that Malaysia has quite good babes? Yes I sorta admire them and though I don't know their age ( they must be much older ) I still think they are more conservative than Singapore girls.  Carefree and innocent lives, well blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4ED's BBQ&lt;/span&gt;. Not so bad, though I had to self-bbq the food myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So far so good, no stomachache.&lt;/span&gt;We had people getting themselves thrown into the swimming pool and wading like rubber duckys, and people's handphones getting totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die-ded&lt;/span&gt; with water swishing and swirling into their mobile phones like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tsunami&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand these friends of mine sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;Well facets of life, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111116385467550803?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111116385467550803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111116385467550803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111116406637416535</id><published>2005-03-18T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:41:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borin' Day</title><content type='html'>Quite a borin' day. Went out to have some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; Japanese food, went to bowl with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; and got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pang seh-ed. That sucked. Supposed to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants: The Movie.&lt;/span&gt; Well ended up slacking with my computer and studied for like abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some supper and got back home. Used the computer doing useless things till 2am.  This post is pretty borin'. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111116406637416535?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111116406637416535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111116406637416535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/borin-day.html' title='Borin&apos; Day'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111105063231368742</id><published>2005-03-17T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:10:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCHARGED!</title><content type='html'>Oh praise the LORD God Almighty. I've been discharged by the neurologist.&lt;br /&gt;It has been concluded as a case of stress unwittingly there without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brains are doing fine, yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my computer's hard disk today. My data is all gone, gee. All the school projects I've been working on, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotten over it, so what gives. While I'm typing this message the hard disk seems to be ringing in a funny way. Let's just hope my old mate doesn't blow up and set this place on fire before its too late.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been updating my blog these few days. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111105063231368742?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111105063231368742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111105063231368742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/discharged.html' title='DISCHARGED!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111072925663246413</id><published>2005-03-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:11:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 280px;" src="http://img232.exs.cx/img232/2323/picture204bt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frightened&lt;/span&gt; right now. Few more hours and it's time for the neurologist to check my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah LORD my God, please guide me safely throughout this test. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111072925663246413?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111072925663246413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111072925663246413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-pretty-much-frightened-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-111105067796288437</id><published>2005-03-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:11:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey Lau&lt;/span&gt; screwed my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-111105067796288437?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111105067796288437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/111105067796288437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/screwed.html' title='Screwed!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110977504028881752</id><published>2005-03-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:50:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The O's Year</title><content type='html'>Yes life in the O's year is dreadful. I hate it and I'm starting to feel the pressure already from everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored like 4/10 for Geog but it was made so I could pass out of Mrs Tan's graciousness. I thank her for that. Well I might take her advice on writing in paragraphs for now or face a failure in my Geog paper during the O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day man. Had tuition after some extra physics and then came back to have a short rest before proceeding to church to study with Jeffrey Lau. Some history learnt and applied. Ok maybe not applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back and here I am. Life in the O's years... Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110977504028881752?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110977504028881752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110977504028881752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-in-os-year.html' title='Life In The O&apos;s Year'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110968866085729512</id><published>2005-03-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:13:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperFriendster!</title><content type='html'>I'm now a SuperFriendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/Javascript"&gt; var aff_id=3073961; var link_id=2; var greeting='Have you GABEd?'; var photo='16/93/3073961/1015816298526';&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/JavaScript" src="http://www.friendster.com/superfriendster.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110968866085729512?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110968866085729512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110968866085729512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/superfriendster.html' title='SuperFriendster!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110968716486282163</id><published>2005-03-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:28:51.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GCE 'O' Examinations</title><content type='html'>To those who didn't do as expected in O's, I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of not performing up to expectations plus the pressure the people around you put by still asking how you did, I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the sorrow and grief in your hearts may be removed, in Jesus name. Now go out there and make for yourself a name that will capture many hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who did as they had expected, congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110968716486282163?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110968716486282163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110968716486282163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/03/gce-o-examinations.html' title='The GCE &apos;O&apos; Examinations'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110957929049593274</id><published>2005-02-28T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:28:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AV losers..</title><content type='html'>Yes, AV losers from Broadrick. Remember that. Don't ever join the AV team in Broadrick Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our presentation went bonkers. Screwed. Helpless. Emotions rushing through my brains as the video played. What about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, they're dumbasses. Our microphones were too loud, sometimes the audio out of the microphone couldn't be heard at all, and well y'know what happens when things start to screw up. Then this Malay girl appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had attached the audio cable to the projector before, played the clip, no sound came out. Called AV girl to come out, took 2mins just to come out. ( HELLO ITS A PERFORMANCE!? ) She put a microphone to the laptop so the sound could be heard, and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ENDED UP PRESSING THE POWER BUTTON INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ! I guess that's why some people are racist, but I'm not, I'm sure of that. It's stated in the bible that racism isn't to be tolerated in a verse if I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things like these happen once in awhile. Today is O's results. Some people did badly, some people did well. I really hope they feel sastisfied no matter what they achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in one year I'll be receiving mine. I AM GETTING OLD. Yes I am. I better go off to find for HER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll see the latest telecast on TV: "Desperate GABE", Shown on Chn5, 10pm on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: WEE WEET I HOPE I DONT FAIL PHYSICS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110957929049593274?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110957929049593274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110957929049593274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/av-losers.html' title='AV losers..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110957843446948510</id><published>2005-02-28T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:13:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerrard Oh Gerrard...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe LIVERPOOL actually lost to Chelsea because of an own goal. What a waste of precious time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110957843446948510?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110957843446948510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110957843446948510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/gerrard-oh-gerrard.html' title='Gerrard Oh Gerrard...'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110950199717593049</id><published>2005-02-27T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:59:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy test-o-mania!</title><content type='html'>I'm bound to fail physics tomorrow. The teacher said it would be one of the hardest tests. Wish me all the best. I'm trying really hard to mug it over with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to granny's place. Will have to finish up my video editing plus burn a disc. The controversy of how one manages his/her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Levels' results are out tomorrow. Looks like I have 30people to call, esp. since I mix with 88 people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110950199717593049?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110950199717593049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110950199717593049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/crazy-test-o-mania.html' title='Crazy test-o-mania!'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110950185050683354</id><published>2005-02-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:57:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired out.. again!?</title><content type='html'>It is true people. I'm really tired out. Why's that so? Let's make it sound interesting. Here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Run done with. Woke up with sore back and legs and arms. Painful shit man. Try basketball, then bowling then walk for 4km non-stop. Got a call from my classmate buddies. They finished up the video for my class performance and needed me to edit the thang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well did it for them, might as well do something useful before I graduate, isn't it? ( Like giving $2 for the new class building donation from my own pocket )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it. Spent 12 friggin' hours doing the vid. From like what, 11+ am to like 11pm? Total madness, didn't friggin' believe I would be able to withstand the pressure of the mega-million-billionite pixels on my computer. Well I did it! Congratulate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Then my buds came around about 9, did the final editing and here we are, getting it over with =) And I feel so proud of myself muahahah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the video pretty soon for you guys to check it out! Take care peeps! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110950185050683354?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110950185050683354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110950185050683354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/tired-out-again.html' title='Tired out.. again!?'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110925298076522633</id><published>2005-02-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:11:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Gor Meh..</title><content type='html'>Peeps I know my entries can be quite long-winded sometimes but what do you expect from someone so creative and intelligent? Just kidding lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Chap Gor Meh. What's Chap Gor Meh? It's the last day of the CNY. What's CNY? It's a abbreviation for Chinese New Year. What's that? OKJUSTSHADDUPALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough nonsense for an introduction. We had a sumptous feast and some steamboat, not forgetting abit of booze and a twist of some iced-ribena. I had like so much food that my stomach almost burst, as in literally burst! Hahs. That's why I didnt update my blog yesterday and I'm writing it a day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate so much accompanied by some iced-ribena, shandy, and champagne. So tired that I basically just went to sleep after the dinner. Woke up an hour later and studied abit of Geog, hoping that I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a tiring day of tuition and the celebration of Chap Gor Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_10.thumb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_22.thumb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_3.thumb.jpg"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_4.thumb.jpg"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_5.thumb.jpg"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_6.thumb.jpg"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_7.thumb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.attachedrive.com/~gabe/gallery/albums/album04/Picture_9.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110925298076522633?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110925298076522633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110925298076522633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/chap-gor-meh.html' title='Chap Gor Meh..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110878580432263007</id><published>2005-02-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:08:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>Phew.. like uber tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out to BoonTongKee@Katong and had some fancy lunch, then headed off to have a new haircut. Great shit man. $10 for a wash and some fast-like-lightning haircut by a young and suave man. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed up to the bowling alley to meet my friends but ended up playing pool instead. Didn't have any socks anyway, darn. Few racks consumed my energy and I got back home. Fifteen minutes later I decided to sneak into Chung Cheng to shoot some baskets. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it, friggin tired so I got back and had dinner. And guess what. Chinese tuition time! WHEEE! WHEE! Wow I'm so excited that I could lift my pen up to write some HAN YU! Right.. you might wanna check out the worst handwriting you've ever seen in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it for the day. Thanks for bearing with me lolol. Good night all, ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;image=image206bw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/1867/image206bw.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;image=picture109wb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/2730/picture109wb.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;image=picture95rf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/921/picture95rf.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110878580432263007?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110878580432263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110878580432263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110878642055030637</id><published>2005-02-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:14:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates : February 19th, 2005</title><content type='html'>-Added the Links section. Message me if you want me to link you.&lt;br /&gt;-Removed the sickening NAVBar.&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be adding in a tagboard and some extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151375-110878642055030637?l=obskure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110878642055030637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151375/posts/default/110878642055030637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obskure.blogspot.com/2005/02/updates-february-19th-2005.html' title='Updates : February 19th, 2005'/><author><name>Obskure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18377271767497431731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/4316/640/Picture%2826%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151375.post-110873711350147097</id><published>2005-02-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:31:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.. the sorrows of creating a blog..</title><content type='html'>Indeed. It took me forever to get my arse up and start a blog, and after countless tiring months of designing a layout, I suddenly just went bonkers over it and trashed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick view of what I was working on: http://beta-obskure.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been almost a year since I've blogged, so it's quite interesting to be back in the bloggerena ( blogger arena, or so I call it) This place basically is my freedom-cum-expressions place to be in so stay tuned for more each day. ( Whatever that means, lol)  Let me start off my first post well and neat so you'll keep coming back ( right.. ) for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging. I've been involved in much physical exercise so I ended up with a humongous ( and I really mean humongous ) blister which ended up on both my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a week later the one on the left toe disappeared and the one on the right grew larger ( or so it seemed to be )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I took a needle, sterilized the thing, and burst the blister. Nothing much, just water flowing out. And that's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later, the remains of the blister became visible and behold, another blister appeared. This time, after removing my smelly socks I found that it had torn by itself. Sounds disgusting enough? The pictures tell for themselves. ( *** BE WARNED *** )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the images below may be quite disturbing but well try to bear with it ( if you can )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED ( DISTURBING PICTURES )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blister before bursting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;image=picture31xu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/3549/picture31xu.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of cutting out the torn blister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;amp;image=picture51vx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/6000/picture51vx.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;image=picture62sh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/5971/picture62sh.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img208.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img208&amp;amp;image=picture79xq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.exs.cx/img208/377/picture79xq.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's it for the day - The Blister Chronicles. 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