<?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-6666472</id><updated>2011-11-23T20:10:07.956+08:00</updated><category term='Vampires'/><category term='Will - Chapter I'/><category term='Save-the-Queen'/><category term='Anti-hero'/><category term='No Rest no Mercy'/><category term='Reborn'/><category term='Character list'/><category term='No matter what'/><title type='text'>24 hours no kirisame</title><subtitle type='html'>"My .. u look as if there's rain in your eyes..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>660</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8442938934957702093</id><published>2011-11-23T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:10:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>depressing day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams didnt do as well as I hope I could. No time for my 2nd paper... didnt plan my revision well enough. Regret much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel crap everyday in my workplace, there's a culture of incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly felt that I haven try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day I have my rare release of pent-up frustrations, and yet it has to rain. Now the rain has stopped but there's no one playing ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo, getting fat, felt despised, wasting my talent, wasting time, not being productive and seeing my dream self fade further and further away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish 2 years quickly pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8442938934957702093?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8442938934957702093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8442938934957702093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/11/depressing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8633308196586975671</id><published>2011-09-16T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:02:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad knees</title><content type='html'>Its probably the most critical thing for me as a baller. Casual player as i may be the notion of me potentially having a perm injury sound bad.&lt;br /&gt;The recent aching and stinging sensation is a sign of more to come. As of now i still maintain a young persons gameplay, utilizing jumpshots, speed and hustling to overcome my opponents, its just if i dun do something about it my legs are gonna go before 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say : &lt;br /&gt;Kenzen naru tamashii&lt;br /&gt;Kenzen naru seishin to&lt;br /&gt;Kenzen naru nikutai ni yadoru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill do the following !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sleep early at 130 am latest!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Consume less beer (fizzy drinks hurt joints!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat more brocoli and healthy stuff on DAILY basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i could do it and recover by SC mara in dec:s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8633308196586975671?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8633308196586975671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8633308196586975671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-knees.html' title='Bad knees'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4464376748228781659</id><published>2011-07-19T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:15:47.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have gone downhill since my Taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I need to resolve my accomodation issues&lt;br /&gt;2) I see the need to increase my gpa for a better job prospect in the competitive market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I see the lack of savings in my bank account, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;4) I Feel that there is a serious issue of people not giving me enough respect or due recognition for the things I have done. Simply because I was a honest and down to earth person who would JUST do the right things automatically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I feel like commiting sucide. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, so many problems can surface at one go. And at one stupid nah.. one retardded corner, you see adults, elders, people with supposing higher education lost .. unable to solve these problems. They dump it to ya... expecting you to give an idea. What I wan to say to them ? My honest 2 cents.. (which by the way this post, includes my GFN-Parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Many people have disappointed me in many ways many times. Given an opportunity I will NOT hesitate to make life a living hell for these group of inbeciles for as long as I see fit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shorter version would be "You are supposed to be adults and elders or experts wateva.. DO something and GTFO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I can speak in a no-holds-barred manner, which many many people do not like, some will get irritated and upset. But honestly, I said this for the 1st time when I was fourteen i think : "I may talk alot of bullshit, but end of the day 80% of my bullshit became your truth, one fucking way or another"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to argue that the lack of sleep makes a person lose weight, in the nineties it is commonly thought that people who loses sleep eat irregularly and have weight problems. Nowadays it is common knowledge that lack of sleep = weight lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4464376748228781659?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4464376748228781659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4464376748228781659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-have-gone-downhill-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-301621118684902890</id><published>2011-06-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:10:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had another bad day at work. The auditors didnt even bothered to look at our files after all the effort sheeshh.. and whats all that OT for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to jog yesterday but never, too tired.. think becos I had to wake up early and I finish work at around 7pm.. not used to it.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday BB asked me to eat dinner and I refused, instead went for a well-deserved work out. I feel really great physically, and I love this excerising makes me fall asleep easier. But I dont usually have the chance to do that...today I feel good physically, but mentally I felt bad. Sighhh I wonder if ever I could find a way to balance things.. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still emo in the end after I saw the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-301621118684902890?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/301621118684902890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/301621118684902890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/06/had-another-bad-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2518442018295598320</id><published>2011-06-16T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:39:36.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i need to take a good photo of myself playing basketball... just in case one day when I am old I forgot how fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt have to be in a actual game, doesnt have to be when I am making shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of simple casual photos of me in the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 going 28 and I feel that I AM in my prime now. I shoot better than before, seem to be able to read defenses better and can rebound effortlessly, defense wise I think I am quite Ok too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will never be a time like this. Not many years of Marathon running, basketball grinding days left. By the time I hit 30 in 3 years time, everything would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I come to think that Immortality may not be such a bad thing after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how does Jordan feels about aging, must be pretty tough...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2518442018295598320?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2518442018295598320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2518442018295598320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-realised-i-need-to-take-good-photo-of.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2001023346574612957</id><published>2011-05-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:28:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired day, we did our IPPT today and not bad everyone get 200 each ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people enjoy stiring shit, from small issues to worldly matters , jerks like these like to blow things out of proportion. I reckoned a large portion of them are women, or pampered kids. Sheltered n cared for greatly these groups of ppl always think some small issue is the end of the world. U see em in offices, army , school days , etc . Its a pain to deal with them. As i grow oldr i often have to deal with these nonsensical ppl. Honestly, i wish retarded behavior just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2001023346574612957?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2001023346574612957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2001023346574612957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired-day-we-did-our-ippt-today-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6154028830214533024</id><published>2011-05-25T02:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T02:36:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Ah San has passed away yesterday morning. 24/5/11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although amongst the 2 hamsters we have, it is one of the less responsive and retarded. It is still sad to see him leave like that. After all, he is kinda interesting in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the fat one, he doesnt run the wheel as much and destroys the wheel 3 times, each time making Christine setting the wheel back. &lt;br /&gt;In his sedentary 1.5 years of life, I hope he enjoys staying with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Ah-San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6154028830214533024?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6154028830214533024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6154028830214533024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-ah-san-has-passed-away-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7957437454382451539</id><published>2011-05-09T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:42:41.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my.. such a warm weather these few days. It is totally irritating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have a bit of workout, then planned to read my texts. I think I can grasp concepts very easily, but reliterating them again is another thing. Sucky Memory, maybe is because im getting older, lack of consitent sleep, and bad diet. At any rate I hope to get decent results as it will affect my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7957437454382451539?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7957437454382451539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7957437454382451539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1800635287342349445</id><published>2011-03-24T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:13:45.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A great bball session yesterday. My spirits were uplifted and I went home to do abit of homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a very nice feeling to be able to consistently put the ball into the hoop, for me it somehow makes me feel that I would have more control over my life. It also represent the years of work I spent building my game, even casual bballers have pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite sad being reduced to finding satisfaction only in bball.  &lt;br /&gt;Roughly 1000 days more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1800635287342349445?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1800635287342349445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1800635287342349445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-bball-session-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1215959660550177056</id><published>2011-03-23T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:15:23.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project for new topic is up , so is the discussion online. Cant seem to gear myself to work on the things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of stuff happened. Once again I feel so lonely, my insomnia hits me again and I started to drink myself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss lion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1215959660550177056?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1215959660550177056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1215959660550177056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-so-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2166073377717093945</id><published>2011-03-21T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:56:27.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a tiring day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things to do that I feel that I am really under-appreciated. And Underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;I must emphasize that in nature, my work is interesting and has the potential to be exciting , but the way it is structured made everyone do stupid stuff &lt;br /&gt;A short discussion with my colleague today made me feel even worse, although the original intent was just a mindless chat to past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, feeling underachieving, I thought I could do some workout to make myself feel better, but the bad day just goes on.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen and I wonder why is it that I'm always in a situation that I must bail ppl out of their trouble at home when i was a teen, at NS when my bunk mate is weak, at basketball when my teammates arent putting enough effort and at work when co-workers just cant cut it, and even after work I have to solve other ppls problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring, its making me feel that i have no time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to achieve more in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I just want to laze around.. hope ppl can understand this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2166073377717093945?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2166073377717093945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2166073377717093945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-tiring-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6943659174817547317</id><published>2011-03-05T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:48:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dislike excuses. really. the 2011 version of kyde is a mean demanding scary guy if he wants to be. Looking back I really didnt expect me to turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not good or bad thing. just something i want to blog down. the stark difference in my behavior reflects the ordeals and resultant growth I have gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day I can be that frivolous excuse giving lazy kid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6943659174817547317?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6943659174817547317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6943659174817547317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dislike-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6469322593668901067</id><published>2011-02-01T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:43:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Quarrelled again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time becos I wanted to attend that fucking useless lecture which teaches 2 items that I am not too sure about, while she wanted to go town, I didnt wanna skip class and viola~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so often that I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she mentioned that she would consider going to further her studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is there too, and I know long ago he has designs on her. Man's gut feeling about other Man are seldom wrong. I think sometimes she doesnt understand the amount of insecurities she can inflict upon me with the actions she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, I still feel like a Lone Wolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6469322593668901067?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6469322593668901067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6469322593668901067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/02/sucky-tuesday.html' title='Sucky Tuesday.'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4867243283167299594</id><published>2011-01-27T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:28:04.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many time, we tend to forget how to cherish the one that we love and pick a fight with him/her. Squabbling once in a blue moon is ok, but when that quarrel becomes frequent, we forget how to love him/her and start treating each like an enemy instead.. ~ From a EDMWer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..its actually true. sigh. coming from a joker forum.. hahaha quite surprising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4867243283167299594?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4867243283167299594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4867243283167299594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/01/many-time-we-tend-to-forget-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1896158960891941727</id><published>2011-01-25T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:36:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know. I should have save the draft before clicking submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tmr is the first day of my degree course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I fare better this time and graduate in 3 years time with a higher GPA than my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days i wonder why companies place such emphasis on the degree students, It is only fair for me to mention that they have more knowledge and subject matter expertise (if they studied in relevant fields). However for business functions and general administrative stuff, i do not agree. What is worse is when during promotion they actually have priority over less educated people, even those that significantly can perform well. (uncles with 10 more years of experience.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me that by placing a nummerical value on a person, HR managers and Top management shrugs away responsibilities of a wrong hiring / promotional choice by saying " u cant blame me, how was I to know he cant perform, afterall LOOK he's got a honors degree!! or Masters or PHD wateva"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I hope this rat race doesnt consume me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1896158960891941727?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1896158960891941727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1896158960891941727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5200000752073048735</id><published>2011-01-19T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:57:16.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many things that baffles me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Women’s Charter. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is closely related to the Singapore news and have some general common sense would realize that the enhancement of the current WC does trigger some issues. &lt;br /&gt;I am no legal expert but I have read online and after some time it seems to me that under the revised WC , men will have to pay alimony no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Now say if the woman were to be unfaithful to the husband, the sum of the payment would have a chance of being reduced, but does it make any sense to even pay alimony to a wife that cheats on you? Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget the 50% assets issue should you be one of the more affluent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the whole situation amusing and infuriating, marriage to me is a sacred and solemn issue. I believe many people are in that train of thought too. Unfortunately some of us will not have a ever lasting relationship. But it is only part of nature that people break up, die, get sick or grow old.  Do we have to be nanny sit for our personal relationships and issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legislation &amp; enforcement cannot force my mother to love my dad again should they really get sick of each other? (Which they already did btw, divorced and done)&lt;br /&gt;It will not make unhappy couples on the brink of splitting up happier? &lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I do foresee that more men would feel even more unjustified, wary and afraid to get married. &lt;br /&gt;After all, we served national service for 2 years (which otherwise would have been 2 career advancing years) say what you want but there is a huge enough population out there that still believes that 2 years (or 2.5years for the older generations) is a huge amount of time and we should be treated better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think the WC is a great thing to be , it protects my mum when she needed help the most. But the new revision and overall, I thought it could be implemented in a fairer way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its me, somehow it just feels very unfair for the male species. And somehow this is making marriages feel less sacred and more like signing a 40mil dollar bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Next Generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go, what I do, I will definitely, somehow, meet a bunch of oddly behaving kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather say, pampered. &lt;br /&gt;Attention seeking behavior, wild and daring kids nowadays will do anything from having multiple sex partners at a young age (and boost about it) to slashing up each other just because they don’t like the sight of you. &lt;br /&gt;They have little to no respect for senior people and love to brag and size up others.&lt;br /&gt;These days I would have been the holy goody 2 shoes should I be a secondary or poly student. (to think that I used to be considered as rebellious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to crunch time, things like enlistment and going to NS. I saw quite a few “punks” breaking down. Or a small scratch I made on one of the adolescents’ wrist during a basketball session and he whine 2 hours over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent means one can take care of oneself. Everything you use , wear , eat , and drink should be paid by yourself. (no driving your dad’s Honda / Toyota / BMW and Topping Up petrol out of your POCKET money given by your MUM doesn’t count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect is earned not given.&lt;br /&gt;(ya its like driving your OWN car and not driving your dad’s and getting in some accident and killing someone causing a 20km traffic jam, right after getting your license )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough is being able to go through shit and keep quiet about it. &lt;br /&gt;(doing a 20+km road march in FBO with a swollen ankle, not slash some un-armed dude with 10 “brothers”)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Mass Multi Player Online Role Playing Game (MMORPG) industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this portion is where most people will disagree with me. &lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I have posted a link in my Facebook account on a related article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….Will continue this some time when I am free. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5200000752073048735?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5200000752073048735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5200000752073048735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-many-things-that-baffles-me.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4250580966688101259</id><published>2010-12-14T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:09:32.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Character List.(ver.1.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanter – &lt;br /&gt;Low Endurance – affects stamina, total hp, recovery from status &lt;br /&gt;Hi Dexterity – affects speed,,accuracy,dodge crafting chance improve&lt;br /&gt;MidIntelligence – affects max mp, spell dmg and duration.&lt;br /&gt;Mid Strength-  affects physical dmg, inventory load,higher str able to wear heavier armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While relatively abled in other more direct approach of magic, the enchanter’s speciality is enchancing objects and items. It is once said that a good enchanter can bring out the best in another person. &lt;br /&gt;Not just their equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills – Item buff, awakening, equipment buffs, Tempered Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marksman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance Mid&lt;br /&gt;Dexterity Hi&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence Mid&lt;br /&gt;Strength Mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class that has been around throughout the ages. No matter the times, marksmen of all sorts found their way into history and legends. Able to use their distinctive attack style , the marksman can dispatch enemies safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills - Ranged weapon mastery, hide, keen vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance Med&lt;br /&gt;Dexterity Med&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence Low&lt;br /&gt;Strength High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varies types exist, some are discipline some are mercenaries that work only for gold in hand. But one thing is for sure, their combat prowess are undisputable. Often experts of melee combat and masters of a huge arsenal of weapon, soldiers of all eras strikes fear in the hearts of the untrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what differentiates a soldier from any other brawlers is the training each of them receive. Years of practice have enable soldiers to gain advantage from mass combat, they are much more effective in a formation with their own kind.&lt;br /&gt;Experienced soldiers may also influence fellow party members’ morale and spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special skills – Leadership, banding, March&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4250580966688101259?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4250580966688101259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4250580966688101259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/12/character-list.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6426828572146756904</id><published>2010-09-01T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:42:38.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Rest no Mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No matter what'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does everyone complains about small issues in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison I feel that being stuck in a pitch in life isnt that bad as facing a challange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so stressed up these days... I duno what to do at times, or simply forget some less important things..then I get into more shit for slipping things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years and I will be able to move with my mum to a new place to live - a normal life as compared to most of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my application and dedication bear fruits then 3 more years and i will be able to achieve my degree - something which I have always believe that I can get , but failed to do so due to my family issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wish for anyone to understand my struggles my pain and the many influences behind my sometimes extreme decisions/mindsets. It is always always depressing when at times where I needed help the most.. I only have this blog to turn to. For pain cant be describe in words, hatred so strong that it cant be demostrated out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have studied harder and signed on as a A lvl officer in the SAF given the chance in life again. Never to return to my home , sleeping in the camp. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not lose focus of my long-term goal this time. I shall persist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rest no Mercy , No matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6426828572146756904?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6426828572146756904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6426828572146756904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-does-everyone-complains-about-small.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6798182343988607901</id><published>2010-07-12T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:07:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel that I am getting old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recover from playing sports the very next day. I believe it is me being lazy... the lack of training + the procastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to buck up and start preparing for my matches and IPPT soon. &lt;br /&gt;It will suck to be a pot-bellied uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not going to be easy but I must have faith in myself. &lt;br /&gt;When my studies kick off it will be even tougher.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6798182343988607901?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6798182343988607901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6798182343988607901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-feel-that-i-am-getting-old.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6424237689732978306</id><published>2010-05-11T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:08:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought about writing something since I cant find anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my physical and mental stamina has dropped a notch. I wonder if it is coz of my aging body or becoz of the bad sleeping habits all these years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to push up my physical workouts but I seem to be unable to maintain a fixed schedule which I constantly reprimanded myself. I hate desk bound work, as everyday after facing the computer for hours I have found myself to be extremely lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Must have discipline.. I will need more of it when I start pursuing my degree next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6424237689732978306?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6424237689732978306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6424237689732978306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-thought-about-writing-something-since.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3343369920565939964</id><published>2010-04-24T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:35:57.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I do not need it, thinks it is a waste of $$ (compared to daily cabbing)&lt;br /&gt;Even though its a chore to drive it amongst the busy roads in town. (yes im lazy)&lt;br /&gt;Even though everybody knows that the invariablity of the ERP, Petrol , and Road Tax ,COE and watnots keeps changing- for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all money issues aside, having a car gives me a new range of things to do. Joy riding, exploring harder to access places, and of coz accessiblity, especially when you wanna go out at night. It also , for most guys, allows us to drive our girlfriends/wives home..dun everyone loves tat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I envy those kids with well-off parents to drive one when they arent even earning money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more goot years ahead....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3343369920565939964?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3343369920565939964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3343369920565939964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-car.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-867044883594078099</id><published>2010-04-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:40:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Incidentally, This blog is 6 Years old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies, thinking back the reason I started this blog was no longer important.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone wish that they arent immortal, cause they said it will be lonely...&lt;br /&gt;But what if I couldnt feel the difference?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-867044883594078099?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/867044883594078099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/867044883594078099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/04/incidentally-this-blog-is-6-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1056549869703645954</id><published>2010-04-15T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:46:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I wrote anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lost today. And I know in these situation what would the socially accepted answer is. However I must say, one couldnt always take a passive stance to all incoming attacks... I don't know if I did it right, too exhausted to care anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a stange night, I am more tired watching a movie instead of my normal basketballing activity. Irony strikes further when I had a honestly crummy evening compared to a superbly sweet storyline in the movie : My Rainy Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which , I must write it down. I like the storyline. So at least my evening isnt totally crummy, Im glad I have the chance to view it on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a copy of it when it comes out on stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh And I was telling Christine that we have been playing ball around the neighbourhood on a weekly basis for god-knows-when. Well, its about... &lt;strong&gt;6 years &lt;/strong&gt;long already ! By that I meant just the "Weds Night Bball" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday, March 31, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is wednesday! The Official Basket Ball Day of Kimseng CC. Rofl. No la juz a bunch of adults who came every weekly to play fullcourt. Me and Aku recently oso joined in their weekly gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway .. today was nice, we played a lot of matches....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Time Freaking Flies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I lose myself when I was searching for someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1056549869703645954?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1056549869703645954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1056549869703645954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3662200190120083312</id><published>2010-02-01T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:49:40.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently there had been times when I find myself within conversations involving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not those conversations that I would like to be involved though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like to be reminded "all men are equal, but some are more equal".  I absolutely loathe that phrase... but alas it is an undeniable fact, just about as much as I always said you need talent to things like violin / art/ even sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hear people compare about how some friends do not need to give allowances to family, how much less they give even if they do, or if their filthy-rich parents bought a car/house/sextoy or a goddamn boat for their 21st bday or their wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, Im disgusted by the behavior of those overgrown children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because of me not having enough riches and material possesions in my younger days, perhaps it is the constant reminder by our dear gov and teachers that getting a degree which leads to a high paying job with a mean salary of 3.5k at the starting pay means you are a "average , normal" citizen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bytes however proved that life isnt all about 1:1 comparisons and statistics. Most people do not even earn 2.5k a month. However alot of those fresh grads (even some amongst my friends and colleagues) thought that its a myth. I know of adults taking pocketmoney from parents even after work. Wtf? loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns me off almost instantly, and in the back of my head i'll be thinking.. "this guy's a freaking joke, he cant even manage his finances proper, doesnt know the true value of money" It is already bad enough if your family is rich and your just a sucker spending it without doing anything, but some come from very average families. If im the father of these kids i'd probabaly disown them for being such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of people who would rather retain and repeat in universities just to "enjoy" school life. At the age of 28, some people are already doing so much more in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. this is an amazing world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I think some of these losers don't deserve what they have.. I guess it is only by giving them what they don't deserve that one finds a loser in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mock at these group of idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3662200190120083312?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3662200190120083312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3662200190120083312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/02/recently-there-had-been-times-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5603116744177437204</id><published>2010-01-27T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:04:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haix.. today i suck at bball again. Its been about a month since.. I haven been playing well enough for my own satisfaction. It is depressing.. as I've seem to even forgot my posture.. shooting posture, my jump decreased so much that i cant do jump shots.. due to my back strain, and lastly I also seem to lose my touch for finishing near the rims throws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscle memory seems ripped away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time to relearn everything and finally do my basices right. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time took away so much from me... even my hobby sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will train harder and regain my skills when my back gets well !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5603116744177437204?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5603116744177437204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5603116744177437204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2010/01/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6246150643512042882</id><published>2009-12-27T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:39:19.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, its been long time since i last blog here. Nowadays everything is on facebook. well not everything... its easily hackable and has not enuf privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I cant believe 2 things that happened to me this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got attached with a beautiful girl =)&lt;br /&gt;2) I started playing Magic the Gathering all over again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... amazing.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad it all happened the way it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love 2009 =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6246150643512042882?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6246150643512042882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6246150643512042882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5314288325146172464</id><published>2009-10-31T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:03:58.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain persisted for 2 days in a row, spoiling my plans for basketball with long-time-no-see muay thai Jack and made me feel lazy not to go swimming today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the kind of rain I like. Its the kind of rain that gives off a soothing smell, a chilling touch, and it always reminds me of a certain day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move forward, be strong, strive for it. You are the warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like soaring in the sky, or drive at insane speed with a convertible down..getting splashed in the face with raindrops. Just like the good ole days in LS6&lt;br /&gt;with kenneth, prabu, rommel and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours of Kirisame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5314288325146172464?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5314288325146172464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5314288325146172464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-persisted-for-2-days-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4321791914745241874</id><published>2009-10-27T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:33:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4321791914745241874?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4321791914745241874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4321791914745241874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7939879131894430719</id><published>2009-10-10T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:52:38.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 199 things people do , we did. &lt;br /&gt;although there are certain things that people do I wouldnt know how to.&lt;br /&gt;The craze and the binge, and the snapshots of insanity&lt;br /&gt;and before you realise it , it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mark of youth, a turning of age. &lt;br /&gt;It all makes me feel so old. &lt;br /&gt;and as year passes by what have I really done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to do another new list of 199 things &lt;br /&gt;that no one has done before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7939879131894430719?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7939879131894430719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7939879131894430719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/10/199-things-people-do-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2438463300321058985</id><published>2009-10-01T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:16:13.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hobby</title><content type='html'>Im kinda hooked on a new interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a drinker, beer , spirits &amp; wines, but its recently that I have more income to spare that I started trying a larger variety of wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to try and learn ! So far, I love the dessert wines best, and also cabaret sauvignon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wine fair going on this coming month.. omg, cant wait to go wine tasting and hopefully find a bottle of [Sauternes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll find friends that love wines too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2438463300321058985?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2438463300321058985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2438463300321058985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-kinda-hooked-on-new-interest.html' title='A new hobby'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8881224434306436043</id><published>2009-08-30T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:35:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.. i tot about my plans, and stuff for future, and realise its a long and tough journey. =( &lt;br /&gt;Buck up man.. and all the more i need to, coz there's no one cept myself to save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8881224434306436043?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8881224434306436043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8881224434306436043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1690737069950258585</id><published>2009-08-28T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:12:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some ppl questioned me why do I buy Sony Erisson handphones even though the quality, mainly lifespan is getting worse. (bout 6mths and it will start malfunctioning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was uploading my photos from the phone when I came up with the answer: &lt;br /&gt;See, im a lazy person, I don't go out taking photos on purpose, but I love to capture beautiful moments and things or really lame stuff. A handphone with a very very good (comparable with medium tier cameras) has always been my dream gadget. It combines 2 stuff I need into one. I mean who the hell carries a camera walking around everyday, sometimes , nah most times you wont get any great stuff to take .&lt;br /&gt;It allows me to live more vivaciously than using a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quality does suck, but its got the best camera in all the brands.&lt;br /&gt;haha Im waiting for the 12.8 megapixel to be release next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1690737069950258585?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1690737069950258585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1690737069950258585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-ppl-questioned-me-why-do-i-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6381391326999075364</id><published>2009-08-26T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:52:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've became sloppier, something which cannot stand. My tummy getting softer, my inability to sleep late at night , and my lack of will to run, irks me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely and bored way too easily, sometimes, i feel as if im gonna do something stupid, eg: getting a random girl to be my gf and do a hit &amp; run, scolding disgusting old ppl that 1 lao mai lao, scold my boss and 101 things that he thinks he's right all his life but ill make him emo by undoing his logics. go travel for 1 month on no pay leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far thankfully, basketball is keeping me pretty occupied. As long as I still have bball, I would be able to press on for my more distant goals. (while keeping my sanity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike how certain things work in this world. No doubt, most ppl i know would willingly accept 'norms' but being me, I fought with myself every-single-moment whenever things I dislike happens. The inner me seems to say "screw em, show em wat is the just thing to do" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, ah bengs . No matter you are the skinny young punks or the old uncles in kopitiam, I feel an instant disdain and scorn for these lowlife. ahhh just one of the many things.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRRHHHHHHHHH IF I DUN RUN 10km TML I SUCKCCCCKCKCK AND I WILL MISS ALL THE SHOT LATER AT BBALL !!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must maintain my precious bod till 40 so i can play more bball !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;and she'd never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6381391326999075364?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6381391326999075364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6381391326999075364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-became-sloppier-something-which.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7577461880424557720</id><published>2009-08-23T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:54:24.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like getting married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7577461880424557720?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7577461880424557720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7577461880424557720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6486644585794860870</id><published>2009-08-23T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:50:31.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I duno how long can I last.&lt;br /&gt;Its terrible.&lt;br /&gt;its a bloody curse.&lt;br /&gt;And yet some say I do have the right to do certain things..&lt;br /&gt;I say why not, life isnt fair in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really unjust , irksome, and hateful. These 3 words never failed to enter my mind time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate and i will punish anything tat falls under these 3 catagory within my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred makes me strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6486644585794860870?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6486644585794860870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6486644585794860870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-duno-how-long-can-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3718948815660287677</id><published>2009-08-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:10:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched UP today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general movie plot one would find on yahoo movies would be &lt;p&gt; " 78-year-old man named Carl Fredricksen spent his entire life dreaming of exploring the globe and experiencing life to its fullest. Due to his age, he thinks life has passed him by. One day, an 8-year old wilderness explorer named Russell, changes his outlook on life and the pair goes on adventures, encountering wild terrains, unexpected villains and jungle creatures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact, UP is story with lots of touching moment. With the characters showing friendship, loyalty, love , and courage. The best of all, was the starting part where Carl and Ellie (his wife) knowing each other till aged old couple. Where till the day she died, they hardly are able to save enough for a trip to their legendary paradise falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter her death, Carl decided to set out and head for the legendary Paradise Falls himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie just made me think alot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3718948815660287677?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3718948815660287677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3718948815660287677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-812059320782422290</id><published>2009-08-03T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:26:29.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every night it feels the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These daily nonsense of the sun lit world irks me, yet I have no way to pull myself out of it completely. Recently I have been thinking about doing something more meaningful and constructive, but at the same time it must be something I fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant pinpoint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that whatever passion i had, died along with my previous self. I am but a empty husk of my previous living self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This warm summer night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a night without dreams&lt;br /&gt;in a City of Solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-812059320782422290?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/812059320782422290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/812059320782422290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-night-it-feels-same.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7442154093414301041</id><published>2009-07-18T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:01:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orof6SJv-lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orof6SJv-lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GA: Geijutsuka Art Design Class &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Funny/dumb and its senseless and its retarded !! &lt;br /&gt;Fans of Azumanga Daioh , and Lucky Star must watch it !!&lt;br /&gt;And of coz those studying Arts &amp; Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Rangers at 6:15 is a classic moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7442154093414301041?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7442154093414301041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7442154093414301041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/07/ga-geijutsuka-art-design-class.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1001494825550576779</id><published>2009-07-17T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:56:09.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will - Chapter I'/><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>I cant get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt the kinda isomnia most people are facing, this goes way deeper than that. I call it sheer force of will. I am tired. I am sleepy. Yet at the same time I am not sleepy, my soul thirst for more action more activity, till my physical state can no longer substain, till the boredom sets in , I will not cease to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unforgettable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person here drives a BMW. That bag looks chic. I just flunk my driving test. Omg I didnt do my makeup proper. Woes of the uninspiring crowd, walking amongst them and able to hear their thoughts seriously has affected my sanity. That was perhaps the biggest reason why i refuse to relent, why my eyes cant be closed. (no matter how hard i tried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;... this urge... this craze... this screeeeeeccchhhing noise in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is yet another night, where &lt;em&gt;The Crimson Silk &lt;/em&gt; shall be my lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1001494825550576779?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1001494825550576779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1001494825550576779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/07/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3759832421921791574</id><published>2009-07-12T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:59:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN1AwPdOLuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN1AwPdOLuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The perfect player is 6'6 , 200pounds, wears 23, jumps like michael jordan, plays like michael jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic ! I feel like playing some bball right now !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3759832421921791574?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3759832421921791574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3759832421921791574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-player-is-66-200pounds-wears-23.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6590345622823978417</id><published>2009-07-12T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:47:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><content type='html'>Was rummaging through my stuff for storage space (not a big place i lived in) when i saw some antiques. Got a few pics of em before disposing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SlmFsSGKvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VuvmBmXxa_U/s1600-h/psone1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SlmFsSGKvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VuvmBmXxa_U/s320/psone1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460227552362098" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lol the 1st generation PlayStation Slim mode... man how long ago was it. Remembered my ff tactics and Symphony of the Night days.. haha and Wild Arms II ..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SlmGXoGvcBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r6-mnm8lmCU/s1600-h/diablo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SlmGXoGvcBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r6-mnm8lmCU/s320/diablo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460972194721810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. who can forget this.. the infamous Diablo II in which its so fun , a Korean died while playing it non-stop in a LAN shop.. Pk, Insults, and More PK &amp; to top it off, sales of the stuff reaped quite a few rewards.. DOOOMMMMIINNNAAATINNGGG !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6590345622823978417?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6590345622823978417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6590345622823978417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SlmFsSGKvnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VuvmBmXxa_U/s72-c/psone1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8206033757961836426</id><published>2009-07-04T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:36:38.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we went to Loyang Tua Pek Gong for baibai after our bballing session. &lt;br /&gt;Its my 1st time going to such a big baibai place and i kinda feel like a tourist exploring the city haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interest to note that they pay respect to the wandering ghosts by offering them a temple and incense too. Also, although its midnight, there are quite a number of people in the temple. Hmm seeems like when you have nothing to do in SG , going to loyang there baibai is another good alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some changi nasi lemak, which me and weijie bought from another - not -so -famous stall. We promtly decided that MuayThaiJack's plate of rice did not differ much from ours.. ahaha cept the chilli is more oily !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8206033757961836426?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8206033757961836426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8206033757961836426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-we-went-to-loyang-tua-pek-gong-for.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5067378047882955158</id><published>2009-06-23T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:12:37.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to have a new short term focus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently life has been so uneventful and unfufiling that i seriously think that im gonna die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its making me lose the urge to spur on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more MJ's top 40 moments to boost me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5067378047882955158?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5067378047882955158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5067378047882955158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-have-new-short-term-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5340304077918991909</id><published>2009-06-22T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:03:51.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a paradox, and i forgotten it ARGHHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;ok i forgot wat the hell i wanted to blog about. life sux.&lt;br /&gt;tummyache , time to cut down on junk , venomous food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss magic. &lt;br /&gt;bought rose(how to type)&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on Bejeweled&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for my new neighbour totoro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5340304077918991909?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5340304077918991909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5340304077918991909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-was-paradox-and-i-forgotten-it.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-599515742631058559</id><published>2009-06-20T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:25:01.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how many times must I tell you to keep your comments to yourself unless your darn sure the recipent can comprehend ? I mea.. forget that.. just keep it to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understood. Doubt none shall ever will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person that might have understood, wasnt here anymore..anyway, you cant prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. この醜くも美しい世界&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-599515742631058559?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/599515742631058559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/599515742631058559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-many-times-must-i-tell-you-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7884563415345486490</id><published>2009-06-16T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:39:09.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a bitch, it is unrewarding no matter how you lie and adhere yourselves to the "rightful" way of life. Life is only rewarding when one allows it to be and has sucessfully achieve what they have for their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people gave up or lower their goals after realising that they could never come close to their dreams. I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired today... and am abit disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;So weak, and so shag, and mentally so bored and sick of my routine unrecognised efforts to climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, even if i got promoted, even if i got increment , how much different would it be? There are some people with similar qualifications and skills as me, slacking off and earning same or more as me. &lt;br /&gt;There are other who have nice comfy positions just becoz they have degree and they love showing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be bottom fed,&lt;br /&gt;I will strive to squash these undeserving mortals&lt;br /&gt;I will not belong to the mere average &lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough -_-&lt;br /&gt;I SPIT at MORALITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7884563415345486490?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7884563415345486490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7884563415345486490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-bitch-it-is-unrewarding-no.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1991141797741252188</id><published>2009-06-08T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:51:16.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOnday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a day where my desk walks,&lt;br /&gt;is a day where i get disappointed with old friends,&lt;br /&gt;is a day where i wonder how would things turn out if people stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;is a day when i think of someone &lt;br /&gt;is a day when im not hungry but mad.&lt;br /&gt;is a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;is a day where i witness elitism vs decadence&lt;br /&gt;is a day where i did something that gets me positive karma.&lt;br /&gt;is a day which I felt deeply .. unappreaciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Yet down, not yet dead. &lt;br /&gt;I shall strive harder. at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1991141797741252188?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1991141797741252188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1991141797741252188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-is-day-where-my-desk-walks-is.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8946708917353776028</id><published>2009-06-05T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:07:46.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its FF7 setting the bar higher yet again this time. Speechless!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdPwM72xcaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdPwM72xcaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8946708917353776028?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8946708917353776028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8946708917353776028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-ff7-setting-bar-higher-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1144669982245842233</id><published>2009-06-04T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:11:16.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Michael Jordan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best. ever. GOAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pJRc8eXsxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pJRc8eXsxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another.. more recent one in 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFyOdSRke0g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFyOdSRke0g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1144669982245842233?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1144669982245842233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1144669982245842233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/06/best.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5112923159440675502</id><published>2009-05-30T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:52:51.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a sleepy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went reached home early today and decided to call off the dinner and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;the gem td last night was almost a 3 hour game, thankfully I did manage to complete the entire game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went late for basketball after i woke up. lost the 1st game terribly but afterwards we somehow got more hyped up and won 2 rounds. The 3rd game was great too but all of us are outta strength and stamina. Its been so long since I have such a nice game. Games like these that you felt that your in a disadvantage and yet end up winning due to good teamwork is gratifying !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise and understand the fun of passing recently ! how come I never did work on that aspect when young is one big wonder.. maybe its the Jordan era which we grew up in that made me felt scoring was much more fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; AKu just msn me that he feels shocking that we are already in our mid-twenties and its soon that we will turn 30s and be an uncle. Seeing all my friends getting in and getting out of army, and realising all of em are younger than me made me felt that TIME is such a precious thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooo many things I've wanted to do, a rough gauge I made in my mind to complete all these at my current pace of life will take mi probabaly another 300 - 400 yrs.. yes i do have that many things I wan to do in life. &lt;br /&gt;Which means i can only choose a few. sigh.. being born with a silver spoon does help it shortens your struggles to get to where you want to be, and grants you access to place in the society that poor peasents like us will take a few years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-aging agent anyone? If you have please let me know how to preserve youth !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concept should never be restrained by physical limits, else it means you haven gotten it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5112923159440675502?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5112923159440675502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5112923159440675502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-sleepy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1879295158424156286</id><published>2009-05-24T05:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:54:00.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Distant Worlds Concert today , hearing all the older music and classical hits of Final Fantasy !! I'm lucky to be able to attend as I almost got "M-ed" . Anyway I was a lil bit upset when they reach the encore part and decide to play Terra's theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined in to stand up and clap - requesting for 2nd encore.&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular guy with a red bandana yelling on the top of his voice : "ONE WINGED ANGEL! ONE WINGED ANGEL !!!! " wow.. didnt expect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all It was great. It was fun. It is EPIC and yes.. we did get our One Winged Angel from the performers. with the greatest game music composer Nobuo Uematsu himself singing in the choir group !!!! Wheeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how One Winged Angel sounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_MW65XxS7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_MW65XxS7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old clip with the Black Mages, Japan performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPE-mjFsclw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPE-mjFsclw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1879295158424156286?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1879295158424156286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1879295158424156286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-distant-worlds-concert-today.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7800913124725071950</id><published>2009-05-18T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:17:21.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of the gaming world</title><content type='html'>The MMO market is stale, stop trying to be a WOW-lookalike or Cutsy Mapleish and give Us SOME REAL STUFF, the market reaks of dying gamers' fleshhhhhh!!!!! ARHHHH BorEDOM !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was what came to me when I had this conversation with Muaythai Jack just now.&lt;br /&gt;While we can all agree that combining the sucess of previous titles and famous games together will enable you to create a better game. taking into account the mistakes and poor aspects of those games too.. and eliminating them, somehow people failed to understand that even though you have the "factors" &amp; "proven mistakes" ruled out. If you dun put you heart down onto it and develop a game from scratch , it will just turn out crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet half of those developers dun play magic the gathering? &lt;br /&gt;In that Trading card game, players compete with a deck of 60 cards, what makes this game special is that while having more power cards can allow a player to access more advantage, a player's deck with mostly commons and uncommons can and will very often beat a opponent with alot good cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it boils down , it means that Magic: The Gathering emphasize on players' skills and techniques rather than that cards itself. Wizards have over the years reduced the numbers of sheer unplayable cards... they have learnt from their past experience.. but onlne game developers never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply this to online game making and we might have a sucess ? &lt;br /&gt;Stop all those nonsensical grind fest, meaningless cutsy stuff and quest , the things must be there for a good reason if not its just wasting bandwith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7800913124725071950?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7800913124725071950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7800913124725071950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmo-market-is-stale-stop-trying-to-be.html' title='thoughts of the gaming world'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-101466644619474347</id><published>2009-05-10T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:38:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a super funny game of DoTA with my friends early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy with some naruto-fan-boyish nick; Godz_Realm joining our room and started Demanding if there were leavers &amp; noobs in his team, w/o realising its an in-house game. Hahaha we started insulting him and kicking him and for the entirety of the damn game we keep disturbing him. All of us from both sides..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining ! Reminds me of the sweet ol'days where we hurl abuse and insult MRSAM, ztommyz , Alucard , and some other pathetic cyber warriors in our halcyon days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the most since start of this year =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-101466644619474347?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/101466644619474347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/101466644619474347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-super-funny-game-of-dota-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-9094906879797150055</id><published>2009-05-05T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:43:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought of things that I should have forgotten , I ended up unable to get to bed recently due to my active mental state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten what is it like to be "resting" somehow I just cannot get that feeling when I lie down. At times I look at the busy streets and I felt a strong urge to just abandon my social obligations and simple wander off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peaceful afternoon street, the quiet sight of the midnight. A time where cars seldom travel by (coz everyone's cars' at the office haha) when I can smell the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the feeling I wanna grab hold of many years ago. Inhumane yet familiar feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep. My mind's in a turmoil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to lure me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to tell me its safe to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-9094906879797150055?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/9094906879797150055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/9094906879797150055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-of-things-that-i-should-have.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1191992126274622744</id><published>2009-05-01T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:09:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im like so lazy these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having ideas and thoughts that I wanted to record somwewhere but somehow I just cant put myself to sit down and blog/write/draw those ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the beautiful design I thought of ...&lt;br /&gt;like the interesting tagline I made up...&lt;br /&gt;A silly idea but worth recording...&lt;br /&gt;my latest version of permission decks...&lt;br /&gt;man... so much to do and so little urge to write ... wat if i forget? hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me , I haven been following up the storyline of Slyvan's Library... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. im lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1191992126274622744?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1191992126274622744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1191992126274622744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-like-so-lazy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-124243836888265314</id><published>2009-04-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:28:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ydZHy_KRXE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ydZHy_KRXE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ~ what the hell was tat seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-124243836888265314?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/124243836888265314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/124243836888265314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha-what-hell-was-tat-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7580086933536993634</id><published>2009-04-23T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:12:33.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really prefer not to know certain things. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could forget about the early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same questions, the excat words, when spoken by 2 different people means different stuff. It was things like these that I loathe this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it might be the drawback karma from today's sucessful capture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7580086933536993634?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7580086933536993634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7580086933536993634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-really-prefer-not-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1087060278094298288</id><published>2009-04-21T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:39:53.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow , its been so long since i last wrote anything.. or not.. just felt like its very long.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Took IPPT with aku and rat, passed thankfully, but abit pissed off due to the fact that my SBJ is the only station tat stopped me from attaining a silver .. sigh its $100 dollars more.. damnit. Its my worst station since school days.. and I wonder why. I see fat people, skinny people, frail people , downgraded chaps jumping 250cm. Wtf.. sigh. Aku said i use wrong technique.. , nvm will try again this july with rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to office, work is damn busy nowadays .. i guess alot people losing jobs does affect things.. sigh.. new changes and shufflings, hope i dun get affected much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to upload pix from korea soon.. must remind myself to take from jf they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewatching Wing Gundam series.. found that its way too similar to Gundam 00 hahaha love it.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1087060278094298288?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1087060278094298288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1087060278094298288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-its-been-so-long-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6328330323442179695</id><published>2009-04-12T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:10:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;, it could have been a better trip.&lt;br /&gt;But couple of my pals never go korea, and we had been handicapped as we cant speak korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got way worse when things happens back in home.. thinking back, I shouldnt have had such a big reaction, shouldnt have let it spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made completely no sense from my perspective and now that I re-think about the whole incident, it certainly seems dubious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope the person involve in this will do some thinking. rather, re-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;For ever crime that happened there must be a motive, I do not and refuse to believe that any of us is malicious. Everyone is innocent till proven guilty - is my working policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully there will be a day where this will be clarified.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And I keeeep hearing this song over the radio in Seoul..Apparantly this is the IN song in korea now. Very catchy song like Nobody from Wondergirls : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee : By Girls Generation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6328330323442179695?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6328330323442179695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6328330323442179695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-it-could-have-been-better-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1867339958237806788</id><published>2009-04-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:48:29.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is always amazing when people interacts with one another. the sheer amount of effort one uses to please his superiors , the amount of brainwork one has when performing to his audience.. it is really a spectacular function of ours as a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to truely interacting with others on my own personal basis, i treat everyone with a certain amount of respect and trust. Some will beg to differ, seeing the way i tease people.. but the most perceptive ones will eventually know that I meant no harm. I instead will adhere to 3 rules:&lt;br /&gt;A) everyone is INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;B) respect ladies and THINK LIKE A GENTLEMEN (seriously, i dun even use projectile characters in games and fighting games, for god's sake I dun even use artic, but use scout for headshots.. I win with honor ok?)&lt;br /&gt;C) PEOPLE ARE FAN JIAN BY NATURE. my ex taught mi that, and i agree with that ever since. dun ask mi why but it is very true in my daily context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i juz realise some stuff that had better been left unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;and I just realised that i might have made a slip in that i might have been too trusting and respecting of some kid. Ahhh... seriously, Im pissed and if it is not for my friend's wishes to close this matter i would have done something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear grudges, seriously, &lt;em&gt;diss mi off only if you have a death wish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lane if ure reading this, Im upset, hang out with me soon okae? zzzz sux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1867339958237806788?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1867339958237806788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1867339958237806788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-always-amazing-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5175352654158039821</id><published>2009-04-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:01:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought after soemtime we will see you back in court again. I mean even though im not one of the closer cliches within the community, we played with each other and had some fun, tats enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest Well...Paul.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my fren!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5175352654158039821?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5175352654158039821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5175352654158039821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-short.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3273406992810266954</id><published>2009-03-27T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:08:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/ScvDT9i5BbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERn4EUXUhE4/s1600-h/laurasfuturejapanesebuddy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317558532746839474" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/ScvDT9i5BbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERn4EUXUhE4/s320/laurasfuturejapanesebuddy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#ffffff"&gt;Cuteness Redefined&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unfair, how can anyone grow until so good looking ,wtf have they been eating!!:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3273406992810266954?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3273406992810266954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3273406992810266954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/wah.html' title='wah'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/ScvDT9i5BbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ERn4EUXUhE4/s72-c/laurasfuturejapanesebuddy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1438705317438687944</id><published>2009-03-26T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:52:58.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought this book [FAUST : Fiction &amp; Manga From The Cutting Edge Of Japanese Pop Culture] at the bugis Kino today. It took me less than 5 seconds to decide to buy it when I saw this book and its cover.&lt;br /&gt;*will post picture later.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe its a translated novel-medley with extracts from various manga, games, and jap animes storyline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of the book is in written format, presenting the storyline. I could immediately recognize some of the scenes in xxxHolic animation (!) just that now that they are represented via written media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second half is some extracts of manga by different manga artistes !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1438705317438687944?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1438705317438687944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1438705317438687944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-bought-this-book-faust-fiction-manga.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2739557749308105284</id><published>2009-03-22T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:14:51.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dun know why but today I feel like im being hit again. &lt;br /&gt;the sheer scent of the past made me nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just opening a bottle of wine and finishing it at once shot to get a good sleep. sigh.. but i know its bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2739557749308105284?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2739557749308105284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2739557749308105284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dun-know-why-but-today-i-feel-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2141146552602042729</id><published>2009-03-17T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:34:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here am I , blogging. Its Tuesday and at 11:30am.. I mean i shouldnt realy be here&lt;br /&gt;lisar will probabaly say that Im slacking and dave will say that "your idling" but bahhh , due to a lame submission of excel file that made mi unable to continue my stuff. zzz waste moi time man. &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, recently I'm so into wines. Ibought a few bottles here and there, and had it over the last weekend at Zhaolin's house, along with my kakis ! We tasted a bottle called ZAMOS which unsurprisingly left us wanting "Some - More" coz it is just fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend reignited my "planeswalker spark" within. I had been looking through the multiverse these couple of days, and luckily there were not major changes. Might be spending some cash to splurge on -- and to finally complete my extended causal version of Desire deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of the fellow retired "planeswalkers" felt the urge to re-walk and wield our mighty magics once again? Derek is one. Im pretty sure. But his decks are with the Akudjnn.. hopefully his mommmy didnt throw em away, nor does BuiBui ate /pee on em yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2141146552602042729?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2141146552602042729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2141146552602042729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-am-i-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6525067665043780918</id><published>2009-03-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:32:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When is it going to be out !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8E2IFbwO3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8E2IFbwO3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn i want to play this SO BAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6525067665043780918?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6525067665043780918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6525067665043780918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-is-it-going-to-be-out-god-damn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6849618148475777342</id><published>2009-03-14T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:30:41.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are times when you have to decide between doing things and doing the things u know is right but just cant help but do it. at times like these man's willpower is being tested greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever bought these shoes for.. seldom use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complusive buying? or good salesman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6849618148475777342?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6849618148475777342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6849618148475777342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are-times-when-you-have-to-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2771643758326773849</id><published>2009-03-12T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:32:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with Sniper and Love-alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that went to eat Teppanyaki@Sakae with the 2. Order some chicken set which comes with alot other stuff la. Oyster is damn shiok !! omg. jingbao. fat fat juicy!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad nv take pic , i usually take pic of 1st time dining places if its interesting/good.. aiya but gossip too much Muahahah forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is narrated by Brad Pitt in the movie, with Brad Pitt as Benjamin Button a character that grows younger with age. Throughout the movie, various life lessons were shown to the viewers, life, death, partings, decisions. Benjamin Button is a show that some might find it too lengthy, becoz after the part when Brad Pitt "grows" younger till his middle age the pace of the story slowed down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that most of the things in life we understand how it should be , but refuse to accept. Every now and then a show like Benjamin Button is nice to warm up our hearts and accept life's ups and downs gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can whine and curse and swear about how things work out , but in the end you just gotta let go" &lt;br /&gt;Love this phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repeated appearance of a hummingbird is also interesting. Right after Captain describes about the hummingbird in one of the scenes. It appears after the captain's death and (old)Daisy's death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2771643758326773849?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2771643758326773849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2771643758326773849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2549364859801263521</id><published>2009-03-10T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:35:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Broken Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/v_EQMusyiu/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/v_EQMusyiu/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/fred8730/video/zZqlvpKH/wo-ai-de-ren-jordan-chan-music-video/"&gt;我愛的人 Wo Ai De Ren -  陳小春 Jordan Chan - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In great anticipation many have come&lt;br /&gt;Seeking companions, riches and debauchery for some&lt;br /&gt;Employing deadly traps and wicked knives,&lt;br /&gt;To win, one must snuff out countless lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast , a cheer to all whom partake&lt;br /&gt;Such joy, laughter and merry we make&lt;br /&gt;While some have yet to mastered the art&lt;br /&gt;In this Festival of Broken Hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2549364859801263521?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2549364859801263521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2549364859801263521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/03/jordan-chan-ktv-in-great-anticipation.html' title='Festival of Broken Hearts'/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8670020390424184720</id><published>2009-02-22T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:49:39.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently one of my friends introduced me to a strange concoction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wine + coke&lt;/strong&gt; (redwine was suggested but she said any wine will do)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went to the local supermarket and bought myself some White Zinfandel and coke. Haha then I saw something i wanted to try for a long time "Brown Brothers Cienna" Omg damn lucky , being hunting that wine for such a long time... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SaEeJkO2RXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QGqzILOegMc/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SaEeJkO2RXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QGqzILOegMc/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305554985712764274" /&gt; Brown Brothers Cienna &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SaEfOZiZkMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u5JpKACcRs0/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SaEfOZiZkMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u5JpKACcRs0/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305556168252952770" /&gt;White Zinfandel from werid company nv heard of.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine + coke is really something .. really interesting taste for those daring peeps. Try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8670020390424184720?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8670020390424184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8670020390424184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-one-of-my-friends-introduced.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SaEeJkO2RXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QGqzILOegMc/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3804902458543968354</id><published>2009-02-16T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:31:25.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today I suddenly feel lost about my career path.. oh man.. what should I do ? I have no Idea!?!??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3804902458543968354?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3804902458543968354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3804902458543968354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-suddenly-feel-lost-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-295544240698084164</id><published>2009-02-15T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:41:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly tot of the past. Then it struck, and I ended up drinking in the early morning today. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live, with a wish to paint this city our own color.&lt;br /&gt;Yet how many of us did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-295544240698084164?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/295544240698084164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/295544240698084164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-suddenly-tot-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2579266634798168232</id><published>2009-02-15T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:05:57.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really cute Kpop girl band. &lt;br /&gt;Wonder Girls performing [Nobody]. Its dancing's kinda retro and very catchy tune.  &lt;br /&gt;Like the leader Sun Ye , very lovely retro look !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx6xGNQ1_Zs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx6xGNQ1_Zs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2zWrYtsGFY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2zWrYtsGFY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2579266634798168232?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2579266634798168232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2579266634798168232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/really-cute-kpop-girl-band.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3871397306249870953</id><published>2009-02-09T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:54:08.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm I took half day today coz i wasnt feeling too well, I cant sleep last night and I ended having super death stare on my face. My manager got a shock and my colleague asked me what in the world happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... beats me brain too active, its hard to get to sleep when either the stomach is empty or the mind is full.  haha my stomach is never empty la... as everyone knows..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Zion Road hawker center to ate lunch ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SZBQ6l37ApI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_pwKPDqXj8I/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SZBQ6l37ApI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_pwKPDqXj8I/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300825728944374418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behold the Bloody Beet Root + Tomato Juice !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some photo of a violet flower which i forgot the scientific name.. sigh weaked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SZBRcskKshI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2gjNhNVbgPM/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SZBRcskKshI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2gjNhNVbgPM/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300826314856116754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice bah.. haha, too bad I dun have garden sure plant these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some basketball.. shag.. time to chiong RO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3871397306249870953?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3871397306249870953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3871397306249870953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-i-took-half-day-today-coz-i-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SZBQ6l37ApI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_pwKPDqXj8I/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7965129067241194052</id><published>2009-02-07T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:22:28.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its tiring .. to have to keep up with the pretence to have to be strong and face the problems in this mortal shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I thought of to call was a person who would never had enough time for her own things. Despite the things said and done, I had already given up asking for help. If it takes too long for a person to understand what your trying to say, simply put, it is not worth your time explaining..unless its work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that you only live once, it is true , for you wont be able to experience what other do, you wont be able to see in their shoes how they manage their lifestyle, their problems and of course their everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wanna see.. people's everyday lives. It must be so much different compared to mine. It must be a feeling of waking up daily to know where to go, what to do, what to say and a place to rest. It must be so vastly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is tiring, You spend your first 2 decades or so Studying things which you are not gonna use for the rest of your life. Then followed by getting your life messed up by elders and senior people of a obselute era with their thinking of "i must be right". By the time it ends, your ailing and your health suffers. and if you have kids they pissed you off to death or you get stressed up over their lives trying to convey you life experiences to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring to be mortal. really. I have not been able to do what I like after 25 years. I have not found what is so nice abou tthis  damn world at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring to be mortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7965129067241194052?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7965129067241194052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7965129067241194052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8738179905256860939</id><published>2009-02-03T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:53:17.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to wear knee guard today when playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;My leg hurts now... cant sleep.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8738179905256860939?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8738179905256860939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8738179905256860939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgot-to-wear-knee-guard-today-when.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1216080984468056970</id><published>2009-01-30T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:56:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAqiL_48Ev8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sAqiL_48Ev8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love this song , From Gundam 00 Season 2&lt;br /&gt;The MTV is damn artistic , not something you would expect from Gundam series. &lt;br /&gt;Gundam 00 ROX!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1216080984468056970?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1216080984468056970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1216080984468056970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-love-this-song-from-gundam-00.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-149879302148013797</id><published>2009-01-26T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:47:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seething with agony was once a man&lt;br /&gt;bewildered and unable to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;Why wars were fought in all the lands&lt;br /&gt;slaughtering mercilessly in those campaigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho the killings has come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;The peace was built on innocents'  pain.&lt;br /&gt;... and beneath the silver hurberk and iron cain,&lt;br /&gt;the knight wept silently in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-149879302148013797?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/149879302148013797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/149879302148013797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/seething-with-agony-was-once-man.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-7912065968151750962</id><published>2009-01-24T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:46:39.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HP spoilt a few days ago, sadly. Cost me 400+ without trade-in inclusive aiee.. so much for saving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway its a pretty nice hp la.. no complaints... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh been watching a few very good animations these days so much so that I put WAR on hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurokami, Tower of drugaa, gundam00, Toradora and of coz the fave : Casshern Sins !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally cool shows.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY &amp;amp; V-day is coming, I feel so nua this year, am doing nothing at all. I dun feel the CNY mood seriously, nor the urge to find a date for v-day, and yesterday i was just telling my fren that if not for the festive mood everyone is in I might not even realise that CNY is coming near ~ lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plans for saving up didnt go as smoothly as I thought , other than HP crashed I've got 2 wisdom tooth to settle, and op to go .. freakked. But of all the Korea trip takes up the most cash but that quite diff-_- its fun. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a poster of Casshern from Casshern Sins !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brutality at its best !!! =D WAAAGGHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXq5NRi5AgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4W8XlNINI3Y/s1600-h/casshern+sins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747949626622466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXq5NRi5AgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4W8XlNINI3Y/s320/casshern+sins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-7912065968151750962?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7912065968151750962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/7912065968151750962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/hp-spoilt-few-days-ago-sadly.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXq5NRi5AgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4W8XlNINI3Y/s72-c/casshern+sins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4679815095466307713</id><published>2009-01-17T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:19:43.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXDBi7mlYAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WpQR22VH6rE/s1600-h/MJ_Statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291942368019570690" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXDBi7mlYAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WpQR22VH6rE/s320/MJ_Statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahahaha I love Basketo Boru!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4679815095466307713?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4679815095466307713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4679815095466307713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahahaha-i-love-basketo-boru.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SXDBi7mlYAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WpQR22VH6rE/s72-c/MJ_Statue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-6740597208707919725</id><published>2009-01-15T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:22:54.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I got a new night snack plan !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some assorted cheese cubes from the supermarket after my jog. (yea my timing sux... wonder if i measured the distance correctly or im getting old) &lt;br /&gt;and I ate it with my red wine.. wheee ~~~ Blissss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. must think of ways to tone my abs.. knn.. older i get the more i earn , the more i earn the more i eat.. -_- Fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-6740597208707919725?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6740597208707919725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/6740597208707919725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-got-new-night-snack-plan-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-176702671116068595</id><published>2009-01-15T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:27:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during jogging, something struck me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people write journals? why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, for us who kept our lives in a written form. We are not much different from reporters and historians and storytellers, albeit not as well-known we still pen our thoughts and emotion down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We keep a journal of our past in hope that someone might read them in the future, don't we? ~ 24Hours no Kirisame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-176702671116068595?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/176702671116068595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/176702671116068595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-during-jogging-something-struck.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2681074774855002164</id><published>2009-01-12T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:07:42.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I hurt my back somehow, today i find it tough to walk the stretch to my workplace... sighh life really sux as u start to age. Also my right eye seem to lose its perfect sight :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mortal is depressing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've plans to get myself another piece of bodyart, but the location which I want it to be is kinda hard to maintain. Haha, but on the flip side, it serves to remind and motivate me to work out haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im depressed. I even wrote a poem in my mind on the way back. But I know penning it down in actual words will depress me more ;) Im not gg write it, only with happy mood i can continue my Sylvan story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were beside one another.. but why, just why, do my City seemed to stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2681074774855002164?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2681074774855002164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2681074774855002164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-hurt-my-back-somehow-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4778961756388346157</id><published>2009-01-05T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:59:12.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;last treasure&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is an unbreakable chain, &lt;br /&gt;every little thing about it entralls and mystifies.&lt;br /&gt;Should the world be taken one day&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be just as fine to own your &lt;em&gt;last treasure &lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you kill someone you love, Because of Love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might... haa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4778961756388346157?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4778961756388346157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4778961756388346157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-treasure-is-unbreakable-chain.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-5703539066414660384</id><published>2009-01-05T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:07:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To what good is a man, if he gains the world and loses his own soul ?... &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 16:26 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does one knows how much he is worth in the heart of another's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-5703539066414660384?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5703539066414660384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/5703539066414660384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-what-good-is-man-if-he-gains-world.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2112150086830643127</id><published>2009-01-04T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:42:30.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to the Guan Yin Miao in 4 Ma lu , Near bugis, with my balling kakis.&lt;br /&gt;They were all kinda happy to go pray and draw "qian" there , so i joined in. I remember the last time I did this was in batam in 07 with BKHS supper gang. Hahaa how time flies. Its 09' already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew 2 lots, for career, and for love. erm Actually , i wonder if im supposed to blog about it lol... but nvm. It told me in general what I kinda expected.. which is quite sad... sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least my pockets wont be in risk for this coming financial year.&lt;br /&gt;But the one important wish that I had for years, seems like will continue to be just a wish for this next coming year. Ganbatte bah... sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To what good is a man, if he gains the world and loses his own soul? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2112150086830643127?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2112150086830643127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2112150086830643127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-went-to-guan-yin-miao-in-4-ma-lu.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2297727240082643856</id><published>2009-01-01T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:19:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The New Year is here !! 2009 !! &lt;br /&gt;Older by one year, wiser by 356 days , this year's resolution shall be the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to work harder &lt;br /&gt;Save for my trips overeas to broaden my visions &lt;br /&gt;Be myself , stay true to my beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Be fitter than last year !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you guys a happy year ahead, wish lanelane strike lottery and sarsar find a new good job haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2297727240082643856?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2297727240082643856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2297727240082643856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-here-2009-older-by-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-1955350001997640796</id><published>2008-12-31T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:38:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went batam with my frens over the last weekend. It serves as a relaxation trip cum post xmas celebration, however the hotel is really funny (the way they do things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, I heard that pool table is charged by per hour, how do i play?"&lt;br /&gt;"U tell me, and i let u play"&lt;br /&gt;"payment ? Now"&lt;br /&gt;"no after"&lt;br /&gt;"ok i wan to play pool now "&lt;br /&gt;"sorry pool table is closing at 10pm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf, cant he tell mi the most important part first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a signboard that reads Basketball court, Bicycle rental,etc. &lt;br /&gt;We planned to enjoy some of the facilites when we got the same results, Not Available. Well for the basketball , the court is just a rusty mobile hoop, not the kind of bulit-up court i expected. Basically nothing works and even the Ktv is amazingly outdated, like u press numbers to play a song, and the lyrics just starts coming out, But no Mtv, the background keep showing you some scenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; But i like the trip, its cool to spend the weekend with some of the closer friends, We ended up swimming for a large part of Day 2 *partly due to lack workable facilities* and we wanna get tanner for sportier look ! End up all Chao da'ed haha&lt;br /&gt;think cept for lisar everyone look like Crabs by end of the day. Oww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the ayam penyat, it rocks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to go further places next time yay !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-1955350001997640796?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1955350001997640796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/1955350001997640796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-batam-with-my-frens-over-last.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4783100142145747504</id><published>2008-12-26T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:03:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SVO8vOUrP9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QExaMD1Vv7A/s1600-h/FTO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SVO8vOUrP9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QExaMD1Vv7A/s320/FTO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774307320414162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Car... *Drools* &lt;br /&gt;Must work harder ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4783100142145747504?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4783100142145747504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4783100142145747504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-car.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnSqSZUFoYQ/SVO8vOUrP9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/QExaMD1Vv7A/s72-c/FTO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-9206106041048223271</id><published>2008-12-25T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:41:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It the season to be jolly !! Well, not as much Jolly then Crowded in my opinion. Maybe its becoz we've grown up and become wiser to not waste time pushin and shoving in the Orchard Road Crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i ended up being stuck there this year still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz we gotta to walk past the area..phew. Its like a section  movement seriously.&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch Ip Man in the noon, which was a pretty nice show if you like martial arts /action flicks. Donnie Yen's damn cool!!! But storyline is abit cui.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Then go eat dinner, last min all decided to sing at Kbox, coz most agreed that hanging out at home watching Little Nyoya isnt the best way to spend ur Xmas eve... (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox is Freaking Crowded the cineleisure is packed !&lt;br /&gt;MUrrrraaggghh-ed  Luckily we managed a room for 8 of us and got chance to sing, and ended the day at 2:30am. Thereafter, go the (in)famous bak ku Teh shop near eugene's place for supper and afterwards all go home knock-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that im blogging now means all of us had missed the picnic Weijie planned. Emo-ed. I woke at 9am still ~_~ shag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-9206106041048223271?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/9206106041048223271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/9206106041048223271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-season-to-be-jolly-well-not-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8641727835014694429</id><published>2008-12-13T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:34:39.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love basketball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8641727835014694429?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8641727835014694429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8641727835014694429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-2788034362820745085</id><published>2008-12-11T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:13:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy lazy me, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; my writing even though i had the ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Finding excuses not to do, playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Warhammer&lt;/span&gt; Online, and of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the regular disasters that happens in my household played a big part of making mi lose my writing senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' (duh) and I realised that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what to get for gifts. Decisions Decisions... I think in wake of the economic crisis , budgets' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gonan&lt;/span&gt; be cut according to how much I'm getting for bonus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sighhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend gotta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pia&lt;/span&gt; work... hopefully can finish by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night, so that i can attend the wedding in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; gen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Miata&lt;/span&gt; in teal, woo pretty cool. Cant wait for my turn to own one... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haixx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-2788034362820745085?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2788034362820745085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/2788034362820745085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-lazy-me-being-procastinating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-3245328641476081965</id><published>2008-12-03T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:23:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if only you were here,&lt;br /&gt;to see to taste to feel to hear &amp;amp; smell&lt;br /&gt;the blood the violence the adrenaline the roar &amp;amp; hatred&lt;br /&gt;would you say the same things you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could let it all out&lt;br /&gt;To battle, to rage, to anger to lust &amp;amp; vengence&lt;br /&gt;The humiliation,the sorrow, the regret , the pain &amp;amp; anguish&lt;br /&gt;would no longer be part of my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defend, attack, Passive, agressive&lt;br /&gt;If only it was just Agression,&lt;br /&gt;with all my burning passion&lt;br /&gt;Would that still be justise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am , the sole judge in a land of blight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-3245328641476081965?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3245328641476081965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/3245328641476081965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-only-you-were-here-to-see-to-taste.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-538517294268521163</id><published>2008-12-02T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:26:28.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I felt that it wouldnt matter much if I really was a vampire, essentially forsaken by the world. Nobody really understands my pain, and at least i get to live forever, passing judgement on foolish mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there is no gods in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-538517294268521163?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/538517294268521163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/538517294268521163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-8982336591417768904</id><published>2008-11-30T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:38:10.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated my birthday yesterday, with weiloon valane and lisar.&lt;br /&gt;We were at the bugis arcade playing some music games (which i suck at) and getting our ears damaged when I noticed that there is a new vs game call melty blood. &lt;br /&gt;From the artwork, I knew it has to do with one of the big names and viola~ Typemoon has a hand in this projec haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to arab street for our dinner, which was at bout 9pm. The thing was, on of the staff forgot our orders and we realized that after 45mins of waiting, then another staff took our orders, but we still waited for like an hour more before getting our food. Lisar was so hungry that she collapsed on the table.. like a sadako. Weiloon and Valane were having gastrics problems , sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great , to be fair, and it would have prompted me to visit another time for the fish kabap if the service was better. In the end we got a wavier of drinks and just paid for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something useful for my presie keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-8982336591417768904?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8982336591417768904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/8982336591417768904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrated-my-birthday-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4030965196601142486</id><published>2008-11-16T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:57:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So over the weekend I made myself 189 poorer.&lt;br /&gt;My graphic card got busted, (2yr old) and i bought a 9600GT from Asus. I got into a whole lotta mess when i tired to install and run it. And ended up reformatting my com&lt;br /&gt;it was alota work, with GTL, Dave , and Weijie helping troubleshoot, hell loada crap.&lt;br /&gt;Was almost regretting getting that card when after a few tries it worked, and woah.. Now that I can play Perfect World's TW with full graphics on, I'ma happy man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; and I was thinking of posting photos of nice food &amp; their location more often, like making this into a collection of yummy food album. Lazy la.. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing jackson getting so high with Muay Thai made me thought of those days when I used to be so zealous about Taewondo ,somehow im just very very lazy these days and cant even find enough enthusasim to try to jog often, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4030965196601142486?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4030965196601142486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4030965196601142486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-over-weekend-i-made-myself-189.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4680265218740870073</id><published>2008-11-01T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:02:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch High School Musical yesterday. Honestly speaking I wasnt a big fan of musical&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit the HSM is actually quite entertaining, the music is refreshing , storyline is pretty good too. Made mi and my friends missed school days, Lol. I think, school gave us all alot fine memories, thats why people would make films like these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like packing up and going to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Oh ya, i forgot my passwords again. aRhghhgghg why do a modern man has to remember so much passwords&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4680265218740870073?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4680265218740870073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4680265218740870073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-high-school-musical-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-769135452384338973</id><published>2008-10-20T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:59:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the commercials for the JordanXXIII shoes. Final editions.&lt;br /&gt;He's my fave athlete. The only one that gained my utmost respect even till today.&lt;br /&gt;These commercials gives goosebumps and are tear-jerking, sheer greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought to us a nice message , no matter what game you play ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BECOME LEGENDARY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-EyRUgp9Mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-EyRUgp9Mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh9IGY2U2dQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh9IGY2U2dQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVVvNGJNaj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVVvNGJNaj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those basketball fans out there, for those NBA fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;For those who play sports, for people who needs a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BECOME LEGENDARY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-769135452384338973?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/769135452384338973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/769135452384338973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-commercials-for-jordanxxiii-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-4059331093672941441</id><published>2008-10-13T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:11:19.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entire day feeling depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You can distinctively tell that depression hits when everything u like to eat, drink and do, just feel so... bland. As if "sugar &amp; spice" werent added to your life.&lt;br /&gt;It hasnt been a good year, I guess I didnt have the last laugh. Time did.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to go right since April period. And all of a sudden, I'm just left with myself... worse than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been constantly taught and adviced by a friend to be positive, and another friend would always tell me to be forgiving and peace loving. To a certain extent , I did try. But the solutions they gave were for problems they faced, it was not 100% compatible/applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this fren who had a zoo in her house, a warm and cosy family which according to her werent so-cosy-back-then, but everyone made an effort. She is happily attached and has this interesting job. It was such a simple normal life, something that since young I'd like to try even for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i?&lt;br /&gt;Have i?&lt;br /&gt;no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built on stilts, my relationship with my close ones were. A wink of an eye, and they would fade into thin air. They said that I don't care, but did they ever make any effort? And for all the righteous stuff they spew out of their mouth, did they not, betray their ownselves by behaving like that too? Liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone, again. By the person I trusted the most ,again.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need people to understand me anymore, because im tired of explaining.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need people to love me anymore , because I'll end up trusting them.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need people to Trust anymore, because trust will always be broken.&lt;br /&gt;I just need company, if I couldnt get anything anymore. I believe company could always be aquired. &lt;br /&gt;Hence, I shall work the only thing that could never betray you so long you work harder and backstab harder than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt bring myself to hate you, even though you commited something I dreaded the most. Yet, I could not forgive you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-4059331093672941441?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4059331093672941441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/4059331093672941441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/10/entire-day-feeling-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666472.post-27355897172150544</id><published>2008-10-08T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:17:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not comprehend why must I suffer for other's crimes.&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be times when one feel obliged to praise the gods for miracles that happened, yet every time which I did feel so, events will prove to me that there is no such bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world is one without gods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666472-27355897172150544?l=mintea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/27355897172150544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666472/posts/default/27355897172150544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintea.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-do-not-comprehend-why-must-i-suffer.html' title=''/><author><name>searched for his goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751902059181288105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
