<?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-166817721964676624</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:53:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidrulersoftoday.bs.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aki</name><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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7815667189402715687</id><published>2009-06-15T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:56:54.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The land of the rising sun</title><content type='html'>Yea, we have moved to Japan. Relink us at http://blog.livedoor.jp/aqeel/. Have fun, kids. It's still under construction so please use the tagboard here for the moment. we'll add a tagboard there, hopefully, soon. You can always give comments the old fashioned way though. Thank you for your kind readership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7815667189402715687?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7815667189402715687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-rising-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7815667189402715687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7815667189402715687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-rising-sun.html' title='The land of the rising sun'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2154938640452945032</id><published>2009-06-14T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:10:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounan</title><content type='html'>I woke up today...&lt;br /&gt;Washed up....&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what to do... Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Made breakfast. (mashed potatoes) Hmmm... Should have made more.&lt;br /&gt;Ate...&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;See what's on...&lt;br /&gt;Turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;Useless shows...&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the lappy.&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Saw guitar on wall. (I'm now using Huixian's Yamaha Pacifica, my Warlock is now living in Ang Mo Kio with Huixian.)&lt;br /&gt;Thought to myself, "it's nice."&lt;br /&gt;Turned on GP5.&lt;br /&gt;Turned on FM09.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sounan tab...&lt;br /&gt;Took down guitar...&lt;br /&gt;Searched for cable....&lt;br /&gt;Searched harder for pick...&lt;br /&gt;Turned on Amp&lt;br /&gt;Feedback...Epic feedback&lt;br /&gt;Too loud, lowered volume...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Moved on to solo...&lt;br /&gt;Played it at half speed...&lt;br /&gt;got bored...&lt;br /&gt;played at 3/4 speed... &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting it, getting it...&lt;br /&gt;played at normal speed....&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;I finally learnt it. &lt;br /&gt;After all this time.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. YEA YEA.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Content.&lt;br /&gt;Yezza.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. decided to chat to Huixian...&lt;br /&gt;Talked about street fest yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Band was playing Tokyo Jihen.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Singer CMI. (cannot make it)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i didn't get to go.&lt;br /&gt;Bi was not free. Insyi jealous nobody asked her out. &lt;br /&gt;Bummer that Bi was out. &lt;br /&gt;Huixian goes out for lunch with her mum. Porridge and fish and veggies. &lt;br /&gt;FM 2009. Arsenal wins Super Cup. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;She comes back. &lt;br /&gt;I go out...Suhaizat's haircut and lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Came back...&lt;br /&gt;Chat to Huixian again... about sectional.&lt;br /&gt;Wants more sectional...&lt;br /&gt;Asked her out to Uniqlo some time this week.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;U-fooo!~ Don't know why so happy. Must be something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to some cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Waste time...&lt;br /&gt;Came back.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Forgot how to play Sounan. &lt;br /&gt;Refreshed memory.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2154938640452945032?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2154938640452945032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sounan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2154938640452945032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2154938640452945032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sounan.html' title='Sounan'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6736343565438100150</id><published>2009-06-13T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:32:08.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sectionals</title><content type='html'>Yea yea. Had sectional practice yesterday. I played the oboe again. Yea. B flat is higher than B. The oboe guy is back. Yea? NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever go back to band to play the oboe again la. WHAT the hell, right? I hate that instument of mass destruction to your ears. Horrible sounding instrument in the wrong hands and mine are just that. Well, not really. I'm decent whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, still I had sectionals yesterday at Ang Mo Kio. Yes, I went to Deyi Sec. NO LA! I went to visit Ram. Not. Wonder where that "I'll kick your balls with my steel toe boots." guy went. Whatever it is, he sure was funnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK, I went to AMK for sectionals. At my sensei's place. Wooo. Lol. Her place is not difficult to go to. It's just that it's far. Her MP is the PM. Wonderful, right? Yea yea. Played a few songs, taught her a couple of things about guitar, disturbed Jingshun. I really pity the guy. Lol. We had fun. Played the theme song for K-On, An anime about a band of girls. Check it out if you have time. The animation in that one is particularly detailed. Beats your Avatar, legend of don't know what, hands down. Then emo-ed one corner at some point. Funny la. She took one corner, I took one corner. In the same room. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. Before that, we jalan2 a bit at AMK central. Went to the arcade where some noob drummer was playing the drummer game as though he's so good. You ain't even using your bass pedals, boy. Gotta grow up, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hapening la the place. There's this guy playing the flute and some guy singing along with it. Epic. Bought some food and drinks from Old Chang Kee and a random vending machine selling these super cool drinks from Japan in the middle of nowhere. My sensei is the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, sectionals from 5.30? till around 9? Wah... 3 and half hour sectionals never flew by that fast la. How I wish band practice had gone by that fast. Oh yea, I also brought back a different guitar. I left with a BC Rich Warlock and came back with a Yamaha Pacifica. Well, my sensei liked the Warlock. What can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me approximately 1 1/4 hrs to get to AMK. &lt;br /&gt;Yio Chu Kang area has bad reception. What the hell, we ain't even underground.&lt;br /&gt;Always ask Jingshun to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;Dannish waffles are good but super sticky.&lt;br /&gt;Sounan isn't all that hard with practice. (Progressing rapidly over the last few days in term of guitar skill, man)&lt;br /&gt;My sensei is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Serial epic spamming is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... JP has decent no food after 10. Crappy, right? I went to buy wax and hairspray instead. Wonder where I placed them. I make the best Milo in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6736343565438100150?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6736343565438100150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sectionals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6736343565438100150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6736343565438100150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sectionals.html' title='Sectionals'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1412500179126506680</id><published>2009-06-11T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:26:08.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In school and blogging</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... Dudes, I have been school for like 10 straight hours. Wooo. Lol. Got what I went out to do done and I'm just relaxing for now. Relax, blog a bit. Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an urge to start jamming all over again. Seems fun. Jammed with the guys yesterday. It was a huge improvement from our previous jamming session. Good job guys. Work on the punctuality, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang for the very first time. Lol. Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus was what we played. I played rhythm guitars at first but switched to lead when I didn't want to sing anymore. Hehea. It was my second jamming session using the Warlock. Hehea. Wonderful or what? Loved the sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... we aren't that bad. Then went over to Shoon's place in Kembangan. Cool crib, man. His lair. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my younger bro, Desmond at Bedok Reservoir to fish a bit. Of course, I didn't take part in any fishing. Spent most of the time there practising Sounan with Huixian. One day, I might make it, sensei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some random pics of the sky. Beautiful scenenery there, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Bedok INterchange to makan and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today to go to school. Finished my Friction and looked at tabs. Songs on my to play list include Sounan, Shuraba, Honest Mistake and Hysteria. I'm looking forward to Hysteria, beautiful solo near the end. Honest Mistake, hopefully with the guys from secondary school. Let's do an all star session this holidays eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to jam more. Study, jam, study, jam. I can't really play soccer or skate much anymore as it's really wrecking my ankles. Kinda sad about it but that's life, I guess. There's a cost to everything I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, no time for girls. Lol. Won't make time either I guess. Hehea. So yea, adios for now. Yes, I'm still in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1412500179126506680?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1412500179126506680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-school-and-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1412500179126506680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1412500179126506680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-school-and-blogging.html' title='In school and blogging'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6338794782005487774</id><published>2009-06-10T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:20:05.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from a memory</title><content type='html'>Sounds like some Dream Theater album. WEll, it should be. I think. let me check... Yes, it is. Epic album too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been studying in school for the first 2 days of my term break. I know, it used to be unthinkable for me to go to school during my holidays but I'm a changed guy. Yeap. To say I've grown more mature will be a wrong thing to say though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've certainly changed. Yea yea. That's for sure. Yes, I can still be the guy you can have a nice chat with. Send me a tag or something and we can meet up, I guess. I'll find the time. I always like to listen. Not to Techno and boring lecturers though. I'm working on changing that part on the boring lecturers. I just have to, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Monday, well, it was a good day I guess. Studied in the morning, movie and window shopping in the afternoon. Not bad by any standard. Hey, good and balanced is the way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied yesterday. App Mech is a torture. Anybody out there keen on refreshing my memory on secondary school Physics, please step forward. Never forget your secondary school Physics. It will come back to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea... I guess I'm trying to turn over a new leaf? Hopefully for the better. No more frequent late nights, no more slacking when I should be studying, listen more, talk less and hopefully be a more polite person. I know I'm the kind of guy who doesn't really think before saying something and I'm sorry if I've hurt any of you people in that manner. And I must curse less. Still curse because that's only human but less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually skipped a birthday party because I'm in school, studying. I'm sorry, people. It's like 9 p.m and I'm still in school. Ridiculous. I guess there has got to be a compromise somewhere. Still, I'm sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clean up my act will take a lot of adjustments to my social life. Hehea. Anyway, I'm gonna say beforehand that I'm sorry if I can't make it for something due to me being selfish. I think I'll work on that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise, compromise,compromise. An important thing you must do at some point of time if you are ever gonna have a good life, be it now or later. The world never revoloves around you. Don't be rash... make reasonable decisions. I know that sometimes, it's tough to do so but trying won't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm changing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6338794782005487774?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6338794782005487774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenes-from-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6338794782005487774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6338794782005487774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenes-from-memory.html' title='Scenes from a memory'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-8502879437625197676</id><published>2009-06-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:12:39.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANA KIMI!</title><content type='html'>Lol. I may sound a wee bit girlish and definitely outdated but I don't care so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA KIMI ROCKS! The Japanese version, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I watched 4 episodes back to back just now. I'm currently waiting for the fifth to finish loading. It's definitely girly but it beats any shit Mediacorp churns out right now. I like the Aura guy. I don't know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda weird but he's cool. Huixian agrees. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays are in, mugging is in. I'm gonna start on Monday. Don't give a hoot. I'm gonna head to school. (Determined pose here) I've been watching too much drama and reading too much Manga. Must change that. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm deadly worried about App Mech and ECCT. Yeah... Them 2 subjects are freaking me out. I need ECCT chapter 5! Must borrow and photocopy from somebody. Adeiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... My band, we're gonna play FACE DOWN by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I'm on lead guitars most probably. I can play with my eyes closed. Hehehe. ACTION LA! Wonder how the other kids are doing with the song. We don't have a name yet. Hirabi Four! Lol. Maybe not. We ain't even bitchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my opportunity to go to Japan. Huixian gets to go instead. Lol. Only the two of us went for the interview. Sad, right? Anyway.... Sensei! Buy me a new guitar! I want a Gibson! Heritage Cherry Sunburst Les Paul. Ok, sensei? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Hana Kimi. Beats skateboarding. I quit skateboarding. And soccer. Yeah. I quit. No use asking me to play soccer/skate any more. I will not skate/kick a soccer ball again. I declare myself unsporting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish school starts soon... It's boring la at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lazy again. Must work hard! (that determined pose again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went looking for guitars at Swee Lee that day with Upi. Epiphone Special no more already! Left with the 1k ones. Where in the world do I get 1k? Haish. I also borrowed a Japanese phrasebook! Yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OYASUMI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa Kakoiko des! Iie! Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-8502879437625197676?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8502879437625197676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/hana-kimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8502879437625197676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8502879437625197676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/hana-kimi.html' title='HANA KIMI!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7798247407307500324</id><published>2009-06-02T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:25:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me to life</title><content type='html'>I can finally say I'm content. I may not have all the things I want but what the hell ey? You can't have everything in this life all at once.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going well for me, thankfully. I'm starting to like going to school and stuff like that. I'd pick school over work any day, man. Stay in school ,kids. It's really good for you. Stick with it through thick and thin and you'll be rewarded for your efforts one day. It may not be tomorrow or the day after but it'll come. Have patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like some mummy mummy but it's true. Go to school, get your diploma/degree, go work, earn some money, support your family. If you manage to do that one day, you have succeeded. It's good enough, man. You don't need a bungalow or a Rolls Royce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Term break coming soon. Gonna mug like crazy. App Mech is killing me. It's worrying, man. I'm actually WORRIED about my studies. Wow. What have I done to myself? Hehea. I just reached home at 10 just now. From school. Hehea. I spent 14 hours in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel almost alive again. Just a little more. Yeap. Provide that spark, somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of 2 people in class to come back for Workshop on Monday and we didn't have to be there. The guys who were supposed to come didn't bother showing up. Which is quite sad. Hmmm... Hope they'll open their eyes one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, treasure school, treasure the opportunity to learn. We're fortunate enough to be given the chance, seize it, make full use of it. It's only good for you anyway. Study hard, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my O level taking friends, study. Choose your course wisely and good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the poly dudes, keep your heads down and good luck for MSTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7798247407307500324?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7798247407307500324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-me-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7798247407307500324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7798247407307500324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring me to life'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5387086267899038566</id><published>2009-05-30T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:10:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're jamming</title><content type='html'>We're jamming... Heard the song Jamming by Bob Marley? Yea yea. We're jamming. I wanna jam it with you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... School's been on the good side lately. I'm actually starting to stay back after school to complete some stuff. An average day in school will end at 8.00 pm. I'm gonna be mugging the whole week next week with the exception of Friday. That's skating day/night cycling day/jamming day. I didn't go skating yesterday though. Went jamming instead. Feels good to jam again. Although it was kinda crappy because my guitar was spoilt. I have since repaired it. Hahaha. fast right? I went back home and got my butt soldering. Thank god for Dnt. Thank god for solders. We'll do better next time, guys. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first test of the year this week. Programming. Hmmm.. I'm confident that I'll do well. It works fine, my program. Thank god I mugged the day before it and I studied the right thing. Hehehe. I studied and I RIGHTFULLY, will, ok, should, pass. I pity my mates who studied and didn't do as well as they wanted to. Do better next time, guys. I'll help. Jane owes me her first child as tuition fees. I insist on $600 instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must help friends because one day, you might need them in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot my lappy in the classsroom at T20. I was on my way back to T1A but I felt different. Why the hell is my bag so light ah? I realised I forgot my lappy and ran up that screwed up hill again. Aaaaah. Hot day some more. Could've died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mim is a gangster. Don't mess with him. Lol. Unprovoked attack on Mubarak on the skateboard. The fella almost fell off. Mim, hardcore la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked yesterday. Apart from running up the screwed up T20 hill, it's fun. Ok, running up the hill again is part of the fun too. Eventful day. Filled with highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800-woke up and didn't smell any coffee. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830-finished showering. Long ah, 1/2 an hour sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900-dressed up for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930-left for school with guitar and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030-reached school. just at the right time. the guys from the other class just finished the lesson. scared Xian by popping up just beside her. Lol. Almost got hit by an Ibanez bass guitar for that. Drank green tea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100-booked jamming session at moberly. Jane arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130-after getting whacked by Xian with the bass twice accidentally, went for AppMech tutorial. Almost got whacked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300-end of tutorial. Run to the hills. t20! for GEMS. Next week, skip ah! go masjid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1500-end of GEMS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1510-remembered my lappy. ran up the hill again. DIE AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1520-Saw act of unprovoked violence inflicted on Mubarak by Mim. Gangster sia! I shall call the crime corridor rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530-TKK arrives, start of BST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730-end of BST. "scolded" by Xian for not waking her up. Sumimasenne, sensei!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800-Jamming starts. Discovered that guitar input screwed up. Smashed guitar onto the floor. I am the anger. Played Rock you like a hurricane on dumb guitar. Taught sensei how to play godfather theme song. "If you never teach me..." Lol. Nick growls like some dog barking. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1930-Over the time limit by half an hour. offered to pay the next band $5 for their time. They politely refused. Lol. Dinner with guys. Shared meal with Xian. Kena disturbed by Mao and Norman for doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030-Took bus home. Kena teased by guys for taking bus as Xian was taking the bus also. My ezlink no money laaa. Walao ey. Sumimasenne, sensei. She kena teruk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130-reached home and repaired guitar. URGENT LA. Discovered that there's something wrong with the Strat's tremolo system. Which sucks. Voted no for NIck as vocalist. No. MSN. Asked Bi to buck up. Cannot la like that, Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0200-Slept after Fatin and Jingshun's call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening, right? Better than staying at home doing nothing. Jane, ur mummy and me not going to be together la. I don't wanna be ur daddy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5387086267899038566?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5387086267899038566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-jamming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5387086267899038566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5387086267899038566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-jamming.html' title='We&apos;re jamming'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3141795435430615650</id><published>2009-05-26T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:44:50.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping it tidy</title><content type='html'>Yea... Trimmed hair. The back was getting too long and I can't stand long sides with short fringes. The look funny. It's back to the old status quo now. Long fringe, short everything else. Lol. Easier to manage la. I need new hair spray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a Les Paul Special. Cherry sunburst. Should I get Ebony? Nah.. I already have an ebony Warlock.White? It'll turn yellow la... Ahhh.... Cherry Sunburst! My sensei will be so jealous. Yea Yea. She wants THE les paul which will cost $1500... Gaaaah. Sensei! Must save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have like $1. $299 to go. AAAAH! Bila mau game like this? I need to save a month's allowance to get 2/3 of that amount! Cannot la like this! Aiiiyah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation tomorrow! I haven't looked for clothes. DIE. I don't get why we must wear formal clothes. Stupid la RWP. I hate RWP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must find shoes some more. I wonder wheere my marching shoes went. Anybody saw them lying around? Please tell me where they are. I need them. Surprising but true. I hate wearing those shoes la. Walao ey. ALAMAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must bring like 2 pairs of shoes tomorrow, 2 sets of clothes... WAH SEY! HOW TO MANAGE? I officially hate RWP. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE RWP. WHERE'S MY FRIGGIN' MARCHING SHOES?!!! AHHHHHH!!! DIE DIE DIE. NABEY. WHAT TO WEAR, MAN? I'm dead! Ahhhh... Haiyaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3141795435430615650?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3141795435430615650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeping-it-tidy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3141795435430615650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3141795435430615650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeping-it-tidy.html' title='Keeping it tidy'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-8645951878309082999</id><published>2009-05-25T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:52:09.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veltpunch!</title><content type='html'>Check out Veltpunch when you have the time, folks. It's a Japanese band singing in Japanese but you don't need to understand Japanese to understand good music, do you? I'm trying to play one of their songs entitled Crawl and it's kinda tough. It just sounds easy. Check them out on Youtube or something. If you can find the Japanese Youtube, it's even better! It's even better than Youtube! Comments fly across the screen. Cool or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm starting to like this Japanese thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tabs for Japanese songs are so hard to come by. MAKE A JAPANESE ULTIMATE GUITAR OR SOMETHING! Or something like that. I think there is. Ok, make it easier to find then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering whether I should cut my hair or let it curl curl. I'll look like some girl if it curl curls. I don't really care. As long as I can play the guitar, it's fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to do, really. It's wake up, go school, learn some Japanese, listen to some Japanese, speak some Japanese, go back home, play the guitar, maybe chat a bit, sleep. Repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide which version of Shuraba is nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-8645951878309082999?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8645951878309082999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/veltpunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8645951878309082999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8645951878309082999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/veltpunch.html' title='Veltpunch!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1501086124457210866</id><published>2009-05-24T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:57:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got punked</title><content type='html'>Okay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Hmmm... Saturday. Hmmm... I should apologize for not blogging as often as I would like. I've been very busy in school and by the time I get home, I'm waaay to tired to think some more so I play the guitar and then go to sleep. Yes, guitar-playing is an important part of my life. Play guitar at least once a day. Hopefully I can play Shuraba entirely one day. It's tough, them little chords. Deceivingly tough. Looks easy but to play at the right tempo and timing, woah. I feel like playing the oboe once again BUT GUITARS ARE WAY COOLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea... I've been practising A Certain Romance by The Arctic Monkeys. Kinda easy with just a little touch of trickiness in it. Syncopation and stuff like that. Western songs are easy. Songs by Asian bands are way more technical. Super hard la Tokyo Jihen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been listening to Ellegarden recently. Simple Pop Rock tunes with kinda rubbish lyrics. They sound way better playing Japanese songs. Wooo. Seems a lot already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soccer this week. Today there's street soccer. It's ace. it's been a while since I scored many many goals. i do score them in the field but not as often as I would like. I'll be working on it though. Matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skate Friday is going well. Mao was injured this week so he didn't do much. I'm working on them flips and Norman is learning the POP SHOVE IT. Good progress, mates. I there's more Friday night cycling, I think I want to go cycling instead next time. Hahaha. Bastard la Aqeel. Ok, ok, Friday nights are for skating with the boys. Saturdays are soccer with the boys. Where's time for the girls? NO time for girls. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST MAKE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh... When will I ever be pro at guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody has Skype? Add me. Ok? FooO!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests are coming soon. I think I should start staying back in school to study. I can't study at home thanks the bloody warlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, yesterday morning, the dudes from Huixian's class pulled a prank on me. At 8 a.m... Woke me up, man. But I tried to sound awake as I thought Huixian was calling me. I don't want to answer a call from a girl sounding like some drowsy fella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her "dad". I'm like... ALAMAK... MAMPOS AKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. Are you Aqeel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done to my daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aiseyyy... What have I done?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done to my daughter, Huixian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry?" (I'm like blur... What telah happened to her? Piang eh. I'm dead laa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lent her your guitar, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I did, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's been playing the guitar and not been studying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry,sir. Perhaps I could take it back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(......?) slow la me, morning-morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you really believed it ah? You sounded so scared." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds like Jingshun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiseh man, I just got punked first thing in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fun though. Adeeiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1501086124457210866?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1501086124457210866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-got-punked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1501086124457210866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1501086124457210866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-got-punked.html' title='I just got punked'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2371833357291622941</id><published>2009-05-21T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:53:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do list</title><content type='html'>1)PAY $171.90 for my fire-fighting course.&lt;br /&gt;2)Save $900 for the Japan trip.&lt;br /&gt;3)Buy new bottle of shampoo. (Running low!)&lt;br /&gt;4)Buy wax and hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;5)Go jamming with Huixian&lt;br /&gt;6)Go jamming with Farhan&lt;br /&gt;7)Buy new boots&lt;br /&gt;8)Save money to buy loads of Tokidoki stuff.&lt;br /&gt;9)Complete RWP projects.&lt;br /&gt;10)Catch up in APP MECH and ECCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite a lot of stuff. It's not even half of it, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2371833357291622941?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2371833357291622941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2371833357291622941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2371833357291622941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do-list.html' title='To-Do list'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-565391079094482583</id><published>2009-05-20T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:18:36.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at us, we formed a band!</title><content type='html'>Yeap. It's an actual song actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By British Beef if I'm not wrong. Formed A Band by British Beef. "look at us, we formed a band!" What kind of lyrics is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ECCT practical went smoothly. One of my group members got an electrical shock. Hehea. I was like, "Dude, like what the fuck?" "Scary siaa." Hahaha. I was thinking at that point about whether I should run as if that guy touches me, I'll be the one dead. I was about to run but he came through just fine if only a little shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for MEK we had to trace a whole bunch of pipes that went up, down, underground. Really. Worked with Jane on that one. Leceh, man the assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, why you not wearing boiler suit?" -one of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;"Because he handsome laaa!" - me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy laa. That also don't know. Kids these days. Then spent my break helping Huixian get acquainted with Guitar Pro. We formed a band. Lol. Instrumentations are sketchy at the moment though. Hey! First time I'm in a band with a cute girl! Hahaha/ I think we'll be playing Arctic Monkeys thingy kinda music and the Power Ranger Theme. &lt;br /&gt;I need new strings!  Oh ya.. other members are Jing Shun and Hengshoon. My name in the band is ah kill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool laa sey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah 10 pm oredi so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-565391079094482583?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/565391079094482583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-us-we-formed-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/565391079094482583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/565391079094482583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-us-we-formed-band.html' title='Look at us, we formed a band!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5170248869854421985</id><published>2009-05-18T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:00:17.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid aunties and uncles</title><content type='html'>Stop pushing people on the train, folks. What gives you the right to push people, you fucked up members of society? It's ok to push... but is it ok to be pushed? Would like it if you were shoved from somewhere by a complete stranger? What gives? I'm pissed today so I don't give a shit about what I say down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find my views distasteful, fuck off. Easy come, easy go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict a lot of cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of being shoved around in trains. If I'm viewed as a bastard, so be it. I will now officially embarrass those who push me around. I just cut down my fuse. FUCK IT LA! Happy2 go push people. You think your father bus issit? Walao ey. Cannot ask me to move a bit meh? Where's the manners you preach in school and at home? I can smack somebody right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workshop sucked. The tools suck. My chisel was screwed up and it screwed up my otherwise nice work. I am pissed. FUCKED UP CHISEL! I felt like throwing it away just now. Francis had to go over to make me relax a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAARGGGHHH!" "NAAABEY LAAAA!!!" "ASSWIPE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumbs are screwed. Do not hammer while angry. Mao had to do the chiselling for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like exploding laa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5170248869854421985?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5170248869854421985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-aunties-and-uncles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5170248869854421985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5170248869854421985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-aunties-and-uncles.html' title='Stupid aunties and uncles'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3121094942233228988</id><published>2009-05-17T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:42:06.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he scores!</title><content type='html'>Yea yea... Debut appearance for the Tankers yesterday. Came off the bench though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaah. Practice turned into a match yesterday. Raining too. I didn't play in the rain. Gaucho refuses to play in the rain. I have promises to keep, expectations to live up to and I just want to see the sun rise tomorrow. So yeah. Rain will stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I came in and scored. One shot, one goal. Wooo!~ The keeper fumbled the ball and I was there. Controlled the ball then tapped it into the goal. Classy. Poacher's effort. Still, it's a goal. Woooo! My record now is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 substitute appearance, 1 goal. Nice la. Hahaha. Played on the right flank. Acres of space la down there. Can have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Man Utd win the Premier League at Clementi. Butt pain sia sit on the bloody stairs. Next season, Man Utd relegated one. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 99 home. I haven't took 99 home in months. Lol. It sure feels weird. Really. Haaaa!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's basically it. Looking forward to school tomorrow. Workshop, man. Chiselling. STupid chiselling. My workpiece looks ace. Happy about that. And... yah. Fooooo!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3121094942233228988?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3121094942233228988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-he-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3121094942233228988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3121094942233228988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-he-scores.html' title='And he scores!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3672282263728202922</id><published>2009-05-16T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:03:34.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Hawk's Pro Skaters...NOT</title><content type='html'>Yes. I joined the bloody SP Skate club. Must pay $10. I'm not paying to skate lor! I'll just skate SP at my own accord. I don't use the ramps and rails anyway. I skate street, bitches! Found a hubba in school which is perfect la. Bringing wax next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a fun day. Yeah. REAL FUN. Arrived in school darn early ah. SEE? I like being in school now. Hehea. But I hate lessons. OK, brought my skateboard along cause there's CCA later in the day. The 02 dudes were hyped on it, man. Apart from Mao and Desmond, my classmates are real bummers. 02! I wanna join you guys ah! More fun! They have a fishing trip today. Gerek kepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jane tried skateboarding lor. She did the space walk in class. Old school sey Jane! Salute! Nick fell off the board. Funny la. But he's cool with it. It's all good. I think I've sparked a craze. That's what I usually do anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nick can be a case study on C.G.." - Huixian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best skater of the day was Maung. He embraced skateboarding like it's meant for him sia. Skated whenever and wherever he could around campus. That's passion la! No denying it. "I would give up smoking just to skate." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only more people are like that. He learnt the ollie in a day. Beat that, posers! All you nampak cam nk step mana cool aje mats who can't even ollie. Then act camne nye besar gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next week is a busy week. Gotta bring loads of stuff to school. Like the guitar I'm lending to Huixian. YES, PEOPLE, I'M LENDING MY BELOVED GUITAR TO HER. Might even give it away. I'm using the Warlock a lot more these days anyway. She could save the $900 to go for the Japan trip later. I need $900! I wanna go for the Japan trip! Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, I'm gonna be late for soccer. Gahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3672282263728202922?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3672282263728202922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/tony-hawks-pro-skatersnot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3672282263728202922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3672282263728202922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/tony-hawks-pro-skatersnot.html' title='Tony Hawk&apos;s Pro Skaters...NOT'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-156488820980195062</id><published>2009-05-14T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:39:40.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip skip skip</title><content type='html'>Skipped the afternoon lessons today. Applied Mech was a bore but I managed to learn a lot of Japanese from Huixian. Yeap. The lecture was a bore. The stuff I did wasn't. I'm still learning, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped lessons today for a good cause though. Yes. I went out with Upi. Hehea. It's been so long since I saw her so yeah. I'm willing to skip lessons for my bestie. I'm not too sure about the rest of you. You have to be my bestie or the first half of your name repeats itself and rhymes with bestie. Only then will you qualify to say "Screw school and see me." to me. If you don't fill the criteria, forget about it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time. I mean, it's always nice to see your bestie mah. Yay. Hahaha. So yeah, hope we can meet again soon. Aishiteru! Hehea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for today, really. I was late for tutorial. Yah. Stupid MRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,I wanna say "aishiteru" to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-156488820980195062?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/156488820980195062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/skip-skip-skip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/156488820980195062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/156488820980195062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/skip-skip-skip.html' title='Skip skip skip'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6288295366876686168</id><published>2009-05-12T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:29:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skate shopping</title><content type='html'>Yeap, went shopping for skate supplies today. Bought a new set-up. Yeahhh... 1031 deck, some 1031 wheels and trucks. It's the coolest thing. Gonna change the wheels and trucks. Wooo!~ Mob grip is tha shieeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a few pics but I'm kinda lazy to upload them right now so yeah, next post. I didn't really spend much money. Bought the stuff at Interstate. The best la. Better than GoSports. Hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman bought a Zoo York Complete for $220. A lot of money eh kids these days? But it's a cool set up. 7.5" though. can't skate skinny decks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate emo haters. I'm gonna stick my salty french fries into their eyes. Give them (me included, I think) a break la!! Walao... I look 'emo' doesn't mean I'm emo right? Naaaabeyyy... I'm quiet and don't talk much and maybe say some things that may sound 'emo' like "Go away, I don't want your attention." but I'm not emo. I think. Still, give them a break la. They're human beings with feelings too, just like you, whatever you see yourself as, bitch. So yeah, if you don't want salty french fries as eyes, don't diss emo dudes and girls. Next time I hear crap about them, you'll be wishing I was slashing my own wrists instead of yours. Oh yeah, I need a new blade for my penknife. It's rusty... sad ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I happen to do that one day when I was bored. Still got the line but it's kinda fading... That sucks. I thought it was cool, the scar.) Maybe that's why I'm labelled as 'emo'. And the salty french fries are really salty. They might kill. Consume with caution. Delicious though. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like Homer Simpson on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programing today was a blast as I managed to do everything myself. Which is a damned achievement lor. Even the teacher was proud of me. Only 2 weeks ago, I was the kuku who used the wrong program. See? Improvements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm still bloody afraid of you, I would like to thank you. Arigatou Gozaimasu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6288295366876686168?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6288295366876686168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/skate-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6288295366876686168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6288295366876686168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/skate-shopping.html' title='skate shopping'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-696666028885257020</id><published>2009-05-11T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:32:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn workshop</title><content type='html'>I think I hurt myself during workshop class today. Working with metals. I cut my palm and my thumb. They kinda rhyme, I know. It's a coincidence. Bloody hacksaw. Figuratively and literally. Woo!~ My palm hurts. Can't play the guitar for long... That sucks. That really sucks. I can't keep my mind busy. Aaaahhh, that really sucks. Gaaah. It sucks that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to skate more, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from workshop, school was okay today. Didn't do much.... tutorial was surprisingly easy. Fast game sey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-696666028885257020?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/696666028885257020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-workshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/696666028885257020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/696666028885257020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-workshop.html' title='darn workshop'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1752921107127384307</id><published>2009-05-09T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:16:26.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudes, how many people get this kinda posts?</title><content type='html'>Precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to a person. How many of those do you get in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't received any. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish Insyirah a Happy 16th Birthday. Yeeeaaa! Wow. Time flies by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Enjoy the year ahead, may you be happy, healthy, sane and not too stressed up. All the good things, man. Yeah. Be happy. Yah. I don't know what else. Always remember to have fun and stay smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run into any difficulties, feel free to look me up or whatever. I'll be glad to help. And yeah. That's it I guess. Foo!~ Happy birthday, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to Insyirah&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;foooo!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1752921107127384307?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1752921107127384307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/dudes-how-many-people-get-this-kinda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1752921107127384307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1752921107127384307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/dudes-how-many-people-get-this-kinda.html' title='Dudes, how many people get this kinda posts?'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1236680420893284005</id><published>2009-05-08T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:13:26.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is fire?"</title><content type='html'>Today was... today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Selamat has finally been captured. I told you he was selling Ramly burgers across the Causeway. Anybody with common sense would have figured that out. He'd fit right in. No need go so far to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never anchor your ship, you end up in... Indonesia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to say la my lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical was... kinda dumb as I didn't do anything... Yah. Was talking to John all the way....The Jane dunno why come early. Her classs was supposed to start at 11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was App Mech lecture. Boredom. Watched 50 rupee sing "Eat it while it's hot" with Nick. Funny like crazy. Learnt new Japanese phrase from Huixian. "Iie douitashimashite." Foo!~ That's quite a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems was spent making Pacman. On my version of the game, you have to be careful not to run into the walls. Do that and you're dead. And I made my Pacman pink in colour. That's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got my butt drafted in th SP Skate Club. Say hello, bitches. No other stuff la. Wanna join this, need money, wanna join that, leceh... sad life right? Japanese culture club... like weird lor if I join. KONICHIWA! MOSHI MOSHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BST... was best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is fire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some hot thing la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KNN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's TKK for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sell your lanyard on eBay la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nabey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKK also. Bastard sia the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a short break during class and the TKK go turn on some music. Huixian and me danced in class. Like nothing better to do like that. It was fun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: They Belomada one... Bastard sia&lt;br /&gt;Huixian: What's belomada? &lt;br /&gt;Me: It's motherfucker in Burmese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE WAS STARING AT ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her belomada all day yesterday. She did not know what it meant until just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENA STRANGLED SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TKK still can ask the students to watch. Like some drama serial like that. I was being strangled and he was watching. She also took a stapler and tried to stab me with it. Thank god for bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, hung out with the 02 folks before heading home. Busy day tomorrow. Huixian, online ley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1236680420893284005?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1236680420893284005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1236680420893284005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1236680420893284005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-fire.html' title='&quot;What is fire?&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5716937548067528388</id><published>2009-05-07T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:44:51.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can't touch this!"</title><content type='html'>I was early today. Hmmm. Back to being a good boy. First lesson was Applied Mech tutorial. I learnt that if you don't understand something, just copy the format over and over again until you know what to do. You still don't understand why this goes here or that goes there but you'll know how to do it and hopefully get some marks. That was what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never eat the Mee Rebus at FC2. Nasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse is begging to be fed to a cat. It's not responding well to anything. Should buy a new mouse. Stupid mouse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first lesson, there was App Mech tutorial. Moments. Easy stuff. Easy also must ask Huixian to explain how to do. See la. Never pay attention some more, sing Cigaro with Nick some more. "My shit stinks better than yours!!! With the feeling so pure!!!" Lol. Also managed to learn a few Burmese words. Great success! High 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break was spent with ex-classmates. Think talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEK was next on the agenda. Best ah! Was joking with Nick and Huixian at the back. We practically laughed off the 2nd half of the lesson. "Yo momma so fat, when she walked past the TV, 2 seasons of Friends have ended." Huixian has got the gripmaster. So cool la the thing. I should get one. Oh yeah, I want a Tech Deck too! Maybe I'll get one this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think they put me on the wrong class. I should be in your class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your class so fun... I hate my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: I'm gonna tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hate my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Ida, he hates you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida: (something I couldn't hear cause I'm already laughing at another "yo momma" joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian: Join our class laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot leh...How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian: Just join la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: One day ah. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we had Programming, there was a short break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Where In The World Is Osama Bin Laden?" with Nick and Huixian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great documentary. Real funny and educational. Go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a section where they parodied Osama dancing to the "You can't touch this." song. That section got me laughing my butt off. Seriously, it's funny. Can't touch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian and me tried learning the steps and were dancing by the end of the break. Good times la. How often do you get to do choreographed moves with your classmate? Ok, I'm not really her classmate. Schoolmate then. "Can't touch this!!!" Hehea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did the "I want nobody but you" dance routine. Lol! Cool la sey! Hahahaha! I wanna change class laaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming without Ah Soon was a little hard. I managed to do 80% of the stuff without help. I'm learning slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done, Nick who was in the class beside mine,launched into the Osama dance routine. It could be seen as the classrooms were separated only by glass panels. Funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printed my notes, waved goodbye to Nick and a gave small foo!~ to Huixian before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day la. Hehea. DESMOND! TEACH ME THE WHOLE ROUTINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5716937548067528388?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5716937548067528388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-touch-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5716937548067528388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5716937548067528388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-touch-this.html' title='&quot;Can&apos;t touch this!&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4227136909860945683</id><published>2009-05-06T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:07:32.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"SP! SP!"</title><content type='html'>Sheikh Haykel was in school today rapping about SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went "whatthehell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Fair.... was a bitch. Too many people in the bloody hall. It was so hot, if you placed the HOT DOT somewhere in the hall, it would read, "YOU SHOULD GET OUT OF HERE BECAUSE IT'S HOT." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Hot and stinky. Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like to be in hot AND stinky places so I ditched the kids and went to the library to read some bloody comics. It's not that I can't bear with it, I just chose not to. I know I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school and only appeared during the second lesson. Dissing teachers at 1 in the morning while mapping out the layout of an engine room is fun. Watched Arse-nal crash out of the Champions' League. Arse-nal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope Barca kicks Chelsea's asses later and go on to do what Arse-nal could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually handed in my assignment on time. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my first lesson is tomorrow. I should ask somebody. Hmmm... App Mech practical, I think. That sucks. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll ace RWP. No, I will ace RWP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:(small HG foo!~ gesture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian (on other side of glass panel separating the two classrooms): (small HG foo!~ gesture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hardcore. Lol. Funny like crazy. The fact that we actually did that was kinda crazy la. Like the tak betul la ni 2 nye type. Foo!~ I think that's how we wave. It's cool, man. Unique. Fooo!~ HGP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Domo-HadoGei-desu-Foooooo!~" Ogaaaayyy. I'm so gonna start my presentation next week like that. Hehea. Guaranteed chaos. LMAO moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooooo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's getting harder and my time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4227136909860945683?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4227136909860945683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/sp-sp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4227136909860945683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4227136909860945683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/sp-sp.html' title='&quot;SP! SP!&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-8951775654315977160</id><published>2009-05-05T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:51:04.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hi, foooooo!~"</title><content type='html'>ME: Hi, foo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian: Hi, foo! I was wondering who was going to say that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's funny. First thing in the morning sey. ECCT lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom. I did not really pay attention as I knew most of what he was trying to teach. Yea. What I didn't I tried to know. It was difficult though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a whole row of people sleeping seated in front of me. How's that for motivation? I've also got a cute girl who likes Hard Gay, understands Japanese and wants to play the electric guitar to the right of me. How could I pay attention to the teacher? Venu was on my left. I didn't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECCT was spent dooodling on the notes, learning Japanese, getting disturbed by Jane &lt;br /&gt;and talking about guitars. 2 hours well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac is the future. Macbook owns iPod but iPhone prolly owns Macbook. Apple owns everybody else. I've always wanted the colourful Apple desktops. Yeah. The old ones when they came up with the coloured monitors. I liked the ads. Wonderful advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I despise MSN. So slow. I was online and  Huixian was also online but we appeared offline on each other's contact lists for a pretty long time before being able to appear online. Sad sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has been helping me plan my suicide. Hotels are good. Expensive ones. High floors. Jump sure die ones. I don't have to pay the hotel bill. Sounds good. Cause I'll probably be too dead to pay. Hmmm... Not a bad idea, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. I'm afraid of heights though. Uhhur. I don't feel at ease while in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming was fun. Got to go home early. Fast game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to tomorrow. I haven't done my required research and mt MEK notes are still not completed. At least I have shit to do before Arsenal kicks Man Utd's butts later. Hmmmm... Should buy snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. I'm grateful. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-8951775654315977160?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8951775654315977160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-foooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8951775654315977160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8951775654315977160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-foooooo.html' title='&quot;Hi, foooooo!~&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-225726116716324597</id><published>2009-05-04T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:36:03.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>School was okay I guess. Finally got round to returning the programming CD I borrowed from the school. I guess the clerk there has got the most boring job in the world. Just sit down there till someone comes in. Hopefully. Probably that's why she looks sick and unenergetic and lazy and cam tak nak bangun pergi kerja punya muka nak kena sepak. (Face like don't wanna wale up to go work and wanna kena slapped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons. People have been asking me... "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why do they ask "why?" in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they want to know. They must want to know. Maybe they need to know. Maybe they have nothing better to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, really. Ok, I'm blatantly lying here. I know why. I should know why. I'm going to tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what. What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALA... YOU KNOW WHO..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh... HER? WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You the one asking me why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERYTHING LA. What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I know you want to know everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop asking questions and give me answers la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okok....Aiyah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What 'aiyah'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak.. you keep asking questions, which one to answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, let me be honest here. Straightforward. No beating around the bloody bush, no corner baring (Moto GP style corner) one. I just like someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT? WHO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALAMAK...ask some more... I tell you already what..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who laa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know one laaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell laaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot laa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you tell her laaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So she know laaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She want to know ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you the one who wanna know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaa but she also wanna know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you so kaypoh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanna know ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak, you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell her la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now la. Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak.. you mafan ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your problem what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up la. NOW AH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You crazy ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then? Later laaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know laaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here I am, telling the world why. Like really why. WHY. WHY I'm like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i should shut up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-225726116716324597?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/225726116716324597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/225726116716324597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/225726116716324597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6886104937978841881</id><published>2009-05-03T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:55:47.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The guy useless, sleep only."</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Jangan Tegur today. Was dragged by the family, really. I'd rather wait for the inevitable DVD, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. First ever time watching a MALAY horror film in a cinema full of Malays. We're a weird bunch. We laugh during the scary parts. Probably that's why the banshees laugh so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the movie was... average. Not even scary. The makers played too much L4D. The ghost look like zombies. I think they like the Witch so they made the ghost behave like the Witch. Even the crying part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only talk about the useless husband of the heroine. I don't want to be a spoiler. Man, is that guy useless. There's a ghost out to kill you. You try to wake your husband up. He continues sleeping. You go out, look for the ghost, scream a bit when you see it, run back to your room, he's still asleep. You try to wake him up again, he's still friggin' asleep. Screwed up la the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video games rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. yea... Mundane post, I know. More tomorrow. Hopefully. I hope. Liverpool playing Newcastle now. Lost cause. Should let Newcastle win. they have to play for something. Oh wait, my younger just switched the channel. Watching some evil Disney show. Kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... the Pacq... boxer dude knocked out his opponent within 2 rounds. Like what the hell ey? He's small but he stings. Like some bloody chilli padi. Those guys are nasty. So small but.... I don't want to put more than 2 chilli padi-s in my omellette. I downed a whole bottle of ice cream soda. Had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I like doing how well do you know.... quizes. Bring em on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to watch Shaolin Soccer again. Anybody with the VCD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6886104937978841881?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6886104937978841881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy-useless-sleep-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6886104937978841881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6886104937978841881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy-useless-sleep-only.html' title='&quot;The guy useless, sleep only.&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5717561692579036348</id><published>2009-05-01T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:40:05.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wha----at?"</title><content type='html'>Thursday... BAD DAY. Shouldn't have gone to school. The only good thing from that day was the fact that I managed to program the application on my own. "Make sure it's C# ah!" What sey, cher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when things don't turn out like you want it to be or what it could be due to some petty foolishness of your own, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early the next morning, pack some clothes into some bag and go play soccer. First soccer practice or Aman's team. We need to be more punctual, people! I was very early, I must add. See? Punctuality is only rewarded with a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little sunburnt today. My face hurt before the match. This on top of a runny nose, is not fun. Ok, soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really play well today. Was out of position. Right back? Me? Ronaldinho? Gaucho? Aqeel? Lumino Man? Ali? Bastard? Right back? Right BACK? Defender? Me? Stupid or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless in defence. I can't tackle to save my life. Nonetheless, I think I put in an acceptable display. Not the best but still acceptable. I may get skinned but at least I track back and run forward. I also provided the assist for the equaliser. See? Contributions. He's not good there but he still contributes. Need to improve passing and touch. Crossing is a major issue now. Shooting, I'll leave to the strikers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content with the dribbling. I passed 3 people when I went on a run from the back. They had to stop me using 2 guys. Which kinda sucks. I was bearing down on goal. At least let me score ah. 2 guys sey. Where got fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTTed Rais. Very pleased about that. It's not everyday you go one up on Rais. Wooo. Happy. Hahaha. Yezza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the team needs a lotta work. There's too many people, really. I don't know half the team. We need to work on a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play in the reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, happy labour day. I know that was due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you: To accept you would be to shortchange you and I really don't want to do that. I know it takes time and I should at least given it a shot but I really don't want to hurt you. I really appreciate it though. You're a lovely person but I just can't and it's my loss. Hope you'll understand... (:()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5717561692579036348?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5717561692579036348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/wha-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5717561692579036348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5717561692579036348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/05/wha-at.html' title='&quot;Wha----at?&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3788585519954187616</id><published>2009-04-29T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:55:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"No balls ah?"</title><content type='html'>Lecturers and classmates can be blunt sometimes. Which is a good thing. We have got to poke fun at each other once in a while. Today was full of those kind of remarks which you know sound wrong but still enjoy laughing at anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class was ECCT practical. TKK was well, TKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKK screens some complicated electric cirucuit.&lt;br /&gt;TKK: You will be setting up this circuit at the end of the semester. This will be your semester test.&lt;br /&gt;Venu: Waaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;TKK: Why you waaaaaaaah? &lt;br /&gt;Venu: So complicated.&lt;br /&gt;TKK: Then scared ah? No balls ah? Wanna quit already ah? First lesson quit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO BALLS AH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! First thing in the morning, man. What a great start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No BALLS ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKK's lessons usually become talk cock-ing sessions. Funny guy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class finished early (as usual with TKK) and went for break. Disturbed the Leon drinking Coke. (Cock) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, 30 cent more you can get big COcKE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ellycia heard this and started to laugh while drinking. I really had nothing better to do. "Aiyah.. the big COcKe, small COcKE, all the same one." Ellycia's paper bag was oily and she placed her cup of COKE on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you want oily COcKE ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Really nothing better to do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class was MEK practical with Nasseer. Had to walk around the simulator, plotting the positions of the different machinery. Worked with Venu. Fast game one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher this one can type out or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I change my mind. I want all of this to be handwritten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, have a heart la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a heart la." (smiles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK.... Spent the next break time copying down the safety precautions list for the engine room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson of the day was RWP. I did well for my essay assesment. Only one error for the whole essay. Sentence had extra words. That's all. Very pleased with my work. I could improve my handwriting though. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqeel...hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know! Must go SA one, this fella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Need go SA or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really ah cher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya. Don't be so humble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to be humble ah cher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't sound smart when I talk like that but it makes me approachable see? This guy can be approached because he's just like any other person. He mixes up his Mandarin, Malay, Tamil and English words to form sentences. Sure it's not the ideal way of projecting yourself but who gives a shit when they know you score As? I'm just human, people. I ain't the perfect person. Ok, I'm the perfect bastard. That, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to contribute ideas for some project thingy and Desmond was shooting out ideas at random. This prompted the lecturer to come up with a formulae, " D = I "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desmond equals Idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell la. Ah Soon added another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leon =  Black." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon's Chinese by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon: "If I black, Venu what sia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell la you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venu must learn to curse la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3788585519954187616?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3788585519954187616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-balls-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3788585519954187616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3788585519954187616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-balls-ah.html' title='&quot;No balls ah?&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-9104529454884442752</id><published>2009-04-28T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:30:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I kuku ah, cher."</title><content type='html'>Some lesson I don't know what, got postponed today so I had a long break. Nur was sick so I accompanied her back to Woodlands and went back to school. See? I bastard bastard also quite kind okay? A lot of people are getting sick, man. Jane wasn't feeling well by th end of the day. Halfway across the globe, people are dying of this demam babi. (Swine flu.) I hope that the world gets well soon. Yes, global warming included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, back in school. ECCT class. Sat between Huixian and Jane. The Venu took my seat. Lesson was interesting ah. About Kirchoff's Law. I managed to grasp the concept and method. First time I followed the lesson. Once I understood the fundamentals, things started to get boring. So.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started singing the Super Mario theme song. The Huixian also joined in. She and her Space Invaders tee. Very nice sia her tee. Sing sing and did the Hard Gay "Fooooooooo!" She's a fan. The Kelvin behind us was laughing2 already. "Ya-hoooooooo." "Ya-hooooooooo." Purposely irritating the Jane sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tiring "Foooooooooo!"s, Jane and I had a drawing challenge. Her Merlion was described by Atiqah as "cacat." (retarded) Hehehea. The Kelvin biased sia... Jane draw nonsense also he say good. Huixian better judge. Hehehea. The Venu watched on in utter disbelief. Celebrated my victory by doing chicken dance. Hehea. I don't know why ah but I just did it. It just happened. Funny like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Singapore ah, Venu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that when he gets shocked by the culture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming.... Ahhhh.... Hehea. I became joke of the day ah. Hehea.&lt;br /&gt;See, we have to like make simple applications durin programming class. We had to use C# as our default. After setting the layout, we had to program the stuff la... like a typical line of codes can be like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lblD.BackColor = Color. Green;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for setting your label colour to green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I did all that. It was perfect programming. The application didn't work. My friends have finished and were trying to help me ah. They were all stumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, his one got problem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lecturer checked my codes and was quite surprised because she can't detect anything wrong. The application was not working. All my labels were correct. So yeah, after a few clicks, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhh, you're using the wrong program..."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Classmates: "HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're using visuals...you forgot to select C#..."&lt;br /&gt;"ALAMAK, ALI! YOU KUKU AH!"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiseh... kuku sia me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software had several programs bundled into it and we need to select C# at the very beginning. I overlooked that part and well, did my work on the wrong thing. It was like stupid laa. Like basic sia... Dah tentu tentu it was C# programming. I selected Visuals instead. Like bodoh like that. My classmates were like laughing their butts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KUKU SIAAA YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehea. It was funny ah. Stupid mistake actually. Thank god for copy and paste. Hehea. Can use wrong program pulak. KUKU LA AKU... Hehea. Kena "kuku" from Dover to Jurong East sia from that Jane. Desmond was laughing all the way. Hehea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawak la aku ni. Kuku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, get well soon ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-9104529454884442752?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/9104529454884442752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kuku-ah-cher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9104529454884442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9104529454884442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kuku-ah-cher.html' title='&quot;I kuku ah, cher.&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1626146892278327104</id><published>2009-04-27T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:09:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hail Man Utd" and "Cher, the number 3 ah, something wrong."</title><content type='html'>I didn't do anything on Saturday. Bloody asswipes la Man Utd. I thought Totenham win already. Luka Modric scored and I was so happy, I switched off the telly and went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day to find out that Man Utd won 5-2. Bloody hell. Like this Liverpool cannot catch up la! Liverpool fans, the dream is over. No silverware for you people. Hail Man United! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Sunday. Intended to study ah. At National Library. My intention was to really study. Waited for Has for an hour and Liani for another 30 mins. So much for punctuality. Women, you people are the reason why chivalry died. You kept the knights waiting for so long, they got tired of waiting and decided to go home for a cup of good tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm used to it anyway. My patience is like... people fasting ah. Yah. Loads of patience. I'm loaded with that stuff. Patience. A virtue? I don't think so, really. More of a necessity. If I had a short fuse, a lot of people would be pushing up daisies by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, before I forget. Let's mourn the loss of a veru good blog which has served the blog-hopping community for as long as I can remember. Aman has pulled the plug on his blog and that's a huge loss. I mean, his blog had minimal errors and is a shining example for us to follow. We hope it will return soon. Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Sunday. Sunday... Oh ya. Finally got on the train and had to meet Has's friend. I don't remember his name. He joined us to study but he played games on his PSP more than he studied. So, yeah, I don't think he learnt a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that guy left before we had dinner at Raffles Hospital. Had Fish and Chips. $7.50 sey. Mahal kepe. But it's good and almost worth it. Then we went to Iluma where I got this cool as cool can get bear keychain. I look forward to buying the voodoo doll. Potential enemies, be very afraid. Mind who you mess with. Offend me and I'll make sure your nickname shall be pin cushion. Hehehehe! Doctor. Eeeeeeeeeeeviiiil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went jalan2 a bit. Met Cross and Marcos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I was approached by a lady from some modelling agency. She gave me a card and told me to call them. I personally think she's blind. HOW COULD I, SOMEONE WHO'S SO TAK HANDSOME AND SO TAK MODEL-LY, BE A POTENTIAL MODEL???? I personally think she needs specs. Or work during the day instead. Really ah. I'm not a good-looking guy. I think she wanna kena fired from her job ah. If that is so, well done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan2 a bit more before taking a bus home. Wanted to blog but thought better of it and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Monday. Today. School day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought big bag to school. I should buy a new bag. I need new boots too. $79.90. Must save money. Impossible to but yea, must save money. Can't play soccer on the field without boots, can I? Maybe next week. I want to write to Nike but they would need to make the boots and then fly them here. That would take a few weeks. I can't wait that long. Where's my agent when you need him, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, workshop today. Doing fitting for this term. Today was sawing. Easy stuff. Had a lot of practice in secondary school. Was one of the faster students. Chairman Mao was quick, man. He's the best. I'm spreading communism. Chairman Mao is the best! Had a good time. I broke 2 hacksaw blades. I was sawing sawing sawing when they broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak. Cher, my blades break again ah. I think I saw too good already. They cannot tahan and need break ah. I think I also need break. Hen re!!! (Hot ah!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my cut was slanting. I was trying to corrrect it by forcing the saw straight. It puts pressure on the blades, causing them to break. Bastard sia, Aqeel. Chairman Mao, who was working beside me, was laughing his butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near the end of the lesson when we had to stamp our station number on our workpiece. The number 3 stamp was blunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, the number 3 ah, something wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the number 3?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder. You something wrong what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*class laughs* They know I'm the yaya-talk-nonsense-one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak cher. Like that also can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Great workshop session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered after class. I was the only guy who showered, man. Must be clean la. Cannot stand feeling sticky ah. I was the best smelling dude in the class after the break. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tutorial after the break. Electrical Circuits. Did my tutorial already and got mostly correct. FIRST TIME, man! FIRST TIME! Hahaha. i can't believe I did my tutorial at first. Hehea. It feels gooooooooooooooooood. Say "hi" to me, the guy who actually did his homework. Hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After teacher was finished with teaching and basically waiting for questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Ali, you bathe and change clothes ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got class after this meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why wear until so nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like no need wear so nice what. Seeking attention ah? Dress ugly ugly can already what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No lah. I don't like the spotlight. Ugly worse lor. People look at you and say how ugly you look. I would rather people look at me and say I look nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. Wear nice clothes also wrong. What is the world coming to ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home as fast as I could as I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chairman Mao! Rock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Devil horns rock band pose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1626146892278327104?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1626146892278327104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/hail-man-utd-and-cher-number-3-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1626146892278327104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1626146892278327104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/hail-man-utd-and-cher-number-3-ah.html' title='&quot;Hail Man Utd&quot; and &quot;Cher, the number 3 ah, something wrong.&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2570838772942174347</id><published>2009-04-25T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:06:41.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on yesterday. "Chivas expensive sial!"</title><content type='html'>Friday... What a black day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No break for me on Fridays. Cross campus run on Fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Venu at 10 at Dover to reprogram the lappy. The Ida was late. Waited for Ida at T331 but she got sesat and we had to look for her at T4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venu: Eh! KAU PAT MANA?! to Ida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial ah Venu, garang sey. Relax ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found her roaming the corridors of T4 and went to T331 where we were redirected to T1472. Sial laa. Da la panas. AT T1472, we were given CDs and that was it. I need the installation booklet ah! Ida!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to class. Applied Mechanics. He taught basic stuff that was basically TOA CAH SOH. Waste of time. I ended up playing Restaurant City while Venu was muttering in disbelief that I was actually playing games in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, kau boleh ke buat gitu? Eh, jangan ah!" Eh, kau da gila ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Venu funny la. Must learn to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic stuff like this, I can understand ah. That's why I played. I'm using my brains a lot lately. I even figured out an equation by myself. First time. Usually, I won't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that class was a cross campus run to GEMS class at T2021B. Must climb bukit some more.... Aiyah. Reached class 7 minutes late. This module is interesting. We just talk about games and gaming consoles. Then we created a game using a software and played until it was time for my last module of the day, Basic Safety Training. Cross Campus Run back to T1A. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer talked crap and talked more crap until it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepaked at Mc for a bit with Nas and Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I going clubbing. Got Chivas in my bag from yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;"Chivas expensive sial!" &lt;br /&gt;"Ya lor... You want to go drink?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah.. I never drink la. Smoke also never."&lt;br /&gt;"You fucker, you never smoke ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"I never ah!"&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot smoke, man."&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You drink here there, grind here there, smoke cannot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lung problem ah."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah."&lt;br /&gt;"Still, I want go clubbing. MOS. Wanna follow?"&lt;br /&gt;"I no money la."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha. Ok ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Ida and Jane and Ah-Chun. Jalan2 and ate. Bought Ernie Balls at Ranking (finally). Then we jalan2 and lepak-ed at Arab Street untill I don't know what time. Went home. Aisey. Penat kepe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my Friday. Not much crap because I was quite tired ah. Cross Campus run siaaa...with laptop and all the shit. Alamak. No break some more. Sedih kepe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2570838772942174347?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2570838772942174347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-yesterday-chivas-expensive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2570838772942174347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2570838772942174347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-yesterday-chivas-expensive.html' title='Update on yesterday. &quot;Chivas expensive sial!&quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6538801491514763106</id><published>2009-04-24T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:53:22.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates later</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired ah. AH. Tired. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6538801491514763106?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6538801491514763106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6538801491514763106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6538801491514763106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-later.html' title='Updates later'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4521704286674935618</id><published>2009-04-23T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:18:06.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Development ah... "</title><content type='html'>School today was enjoyable. Surprise, surprise. I don't know why but I like school now. I like dragging my ass into a crowded train to get myself to school. I find school fun even. I think somebody unscrewed my already loose screws even more. I even volunteered for extra class tomorrow. Bloody programming. I tak faham ah... So instead of starting at 11.30, I have to be in school at 10. Hardcore ah man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was well, today. Met Ida at 9.50 at Dover. Bought breakfast from the Mr. Bean store at the MET station. Soy Milk and Red Bean for me. Walked to class... Was not late today. Never will be late tomorrow. Applied Mechanics was the first class. It's one of the more boring subjects but I sat next to Ellycia who's very clever and she helped along the way. Parts I don't understand, she can help. Baik ah my classmates! First topic is like join-the-dots. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch. Group lunch with Ida, Jaaaaane (Jane), Atiqah, Chairman Mau, Venu and John. Talked about the difference between Malaysian and Singaporean pasar malams. Ate Briyani. Same ngan Venu and Ida but hers is normal chicken. I took boneless chicken. It's more expensive. Easier to eat. I regret siaaa. The black pepper like kicap only. The Venu also agreed. He sampai tak abis. (Didn't finish his food) Chairman Mau ate Prata. Atiqah ate nasi ayam. John was having Briyani from another stall. Jane saw us eat like fun like that so she also buy nasi briyani. Bad decision as she did not finish a large portion of it. Do not buy food when you know you're not hungry. We squeezed and shared a single table. It's amazing how we manage to find enough space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida: "Why you sit like girl? So sopan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No space mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also never sit like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got space mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinu: Development ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the word stuck. If we see anybody getting close to each other, we'll say "Eh, (name here) develop-ment/ping ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venu and Hui Xiang exchanging numbers. "Venu, developing ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Jane disturbing me. "Jane, developing ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Venu asking Ida about class. "Venu, development ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hui Xiang sitting together. "Aqeel, development ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, Venu was Ida's husband. "Venu, this one not development... this one connection already ah man!" Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to FC5 to withdraw cash. Satu geng ikut. Lol. Then went to library to amik air-con a bit. It was such a hot day. Panas! I'm complaining about this somewhere. It's so hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up as a GREEN member of SP. I am environmentally friendly and receive discounts on GREEN items. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class was Marine Engineering Knowledge. The Naseer never teach and class ended way earlier. Went with the freshies to collect boiler suits and boots. Ida's shoes took along time sey. "Venu, your wife's shoes ah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting their shoes and all, lepak-ed at FC2. Bought Honeydew Milkshake. The big cup and small cup like no difference like that sia! Venu talked about sajak and syair. It's funny to see an Indian guy talk Malay better than me sia. Hahaha! Talk crap until next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming class. My application rosak. The lines were wrong or something. I raised my hand first. The teacher go serve other students one big round then come to me. Razif da ketawa2. "Aisehman, cher, I raise hand until tomorrow also i don't think you will come ah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at my problem, click here click there cannot. Then she paused, see see, click here click there, can. I don't know how they do it lah. I can't complete my work on this module as my lappy doesn't have the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temankan Ida go submit her certs then went home. The Jane go stalk us just to say "Hey! You two ah... developing until never hear me. I follow you since just now ley." She was actually on her way to collect her EZ-link. Nothing better to do ah that Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Ida and Venu tomorrow at 10. I can't believe I'm going for extra lessons. Bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4521704286674935618?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4521704286674935618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/development-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4521704286674935618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4521704286674935618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/development-ah.html' title='&quot; Development ah... &quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1021973064454580126</id><published>2009-04-22T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:02:59.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" This guy is brilliant! "</title><content type='html'>Was kinda late today. Met Ida at Dover. See other members and join join them. The ATM at Dover could not dispense cash so Barrack, Ida, Cun and me headed to FC5. By the time we reached class, we were 4 minutes late. My streak broken already. Tomorrow I will restart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was Marine Engineering Knowledge practical. Grouped with Ida and Si Yan because my computer rosak (spoilt) . Was originally grouped with Barrack. We were asked to play around with the interface. "Create some havoc." My group couldn't create any. Must play play a long while then got one alarm. I messed with the exhaust system. By that time, the other gropus' vessels were already sinking/burning/poison gas chambers/suicide vessels/all of the above. Sedih (sad). We can't sink a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to do a short assignment. Must find the cause of the alarm. Our group finished first. Clever or what siaaa... Hahaha. Saw lecturers playing Guitar Hero on the way out of the simulator. Baik kepe... Simulation ah tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break with Barrack and Norman. KFC. Norman wants to join the Skate Club. Baik ah Norman. Ade jugak member skate. Saw Ziham again and Mohsin. Talked about soccer for a bit then saw my ex classmates. Baik ah man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was Report Writing. Basically English lesson. Focusing on writing 1200 word reports. Yeap. That's basically it. The teacher was ok la. Not boring. Had to write an essay about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I liked my short stint in the education sytem as the working hours were short and the pay was extravagant for duch a little amount of work." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher then talked about the shipping industry and asked the difference betwwen informative and persuasive texts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Persuasive texts are used when you want to sell a product to potential clients while informative texts are used generally to provide facts to a reader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This guy is brilliant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to form groups for project. Group members are Desmond the Kecoh, Cahirman Mao, Venood English A1, Razif Pendiam and myself. MSN conference tonight at 9. Baik kepe group. We are actually doing work!! We are also the noisiest and most hyped up group in class. Yes, I am proud of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually enjoying school at the moment. Hahaha. Walk like big shot around school. It's been good, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I temankan (accompanied) Ida go library to print her Mendaki thingy. Mafan ah the printing system. After that, we went to FC5. Met Amz and Syahrul on the way there. After FC5 we went to the SSA to get her acceptance cert for her Mendaki thingy then went to Mr. Bean at Dover to grab some grub. FC2 no food laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train home and here I am blogging while trading ingredients with Ramizah on Restaurant City. Oh ya, I keep forgetting that I have assignments. Class at 10 tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1021973064454580126?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1021973064454580126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-guy-is-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1021973064454580126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1021973064454580126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-guy-is-brilliant.html' title='&quot; This guy is brilliant! &quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2877589101155693733</id><published>2009-04-21T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:58:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Later we kena shock. "</title><content type='html'>Met Erick at Pioneer and took train to Dover with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first lecture of the semester today. Electrical Circuits. The lecturer was talking about wires. Then he was talking about insulators and asked, "Why do you think we need to have insulation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If not, later you kena shock ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*class laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, later we kena shock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm answering questions anyhow I want. I was seriously bored and was telling everybody how handsome they were. "Ah XIAN ah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days don't treasure breaks during class. The lecturer gave us 5 minutes and they were back within 3. The veterans (Repeat students excluding me) all went down for a smoke and water break. Sempat beli McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. Got this one feller. He came like super late. This one old bird ah (super veteran) He sat down and it's break time. PRO sial. This one want to graduate already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Pizza Hut for lunch today with Amzar, Michelle and the freshies, Jane and Atiqah. The Desmond go out with new gang. The Ida also. Saw loads of people during lunch. Saw Ziham, Malek, Atiqah yang hatreddoll i think, ramai ramai ah. A lot. FC5 again ah tomorrow nampaknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was programming at T435&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got any questions?" Programming class. We were doing C# programming today. Kena make some application which calculates volume and surface area. Cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher, may I go to the washroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Class laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok,ok "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ain while looking for the toilet. They demolished the nearest toilets due to upgrading. Sempat wave. Hahaha. Da lama tak nampak Ain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My server for Restaurant City is becoming more gong gong by the day. Bloody hell, la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go jamming soon with Farhan. The Trooper ah, man! Aku Adrian Smith. Must find more members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't late today. Wow. 2 days in a row never come late. Baik ah man! Improvement sia... Tomorrow school starts at 11. Baik ah man! I initially thought I was going to be late as I had a Red Bull with Nas before class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Ida, JAAAAAAAANE and Atiqah. I don't know why I'm hanging out with the ladies. All like live in the North-side la sey. Even the Johor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Ida tomorrow before class starts. Guarantee never late. New record ah man! 3 days straight never late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2877589101155693733?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2877589101155693733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/later-we-kena-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2877589101155693733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2877589101155693733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/later-we-kena-shock.html' title='&quot; Later we kena shock. &quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2575359721662242071</id><published>2009-04-20T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:19:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I watched Hannah Montana. "</title><content type='html'>First day of school today. Reached Workshop 1. Nobody in sight. So I waited for like, 20 minutes and then the lecturer came. Met Desmond. New guy. Absolutely loves The Simpsons for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Mr. Teo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy who taught me two semesters ago. He remembered me by my bad habit of skipping his classes. Early early already he give me warning this time. In fact, that's the first thing he did. Good way to start your semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena warned by lecturer first thing in the morning. Good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since class ended early, my new classmate, Ida, along with 3 peeps from the other class, JAAAANNEE, Desmond and Atiqah go makan at FC3. Ate Teriyaki Chicken. Waffleton all the way ah man! Pelanggan setia Waffleton. Met my ex-classmates, Farhan and Irfan. Joke2 while waiting for Ida to finish her plate of Nasi Ayam. So slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the library to watch The Simpsons with Desmond during which Ida and the rest go buy Papaya Milkshake and jalan2 around campus. Bloody DVD service can only entertain two people at any one time. Screwed up la. After 2 episodes of Simpsons, the 3 peeps from the other class kena go class already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accompanied Ida and me to the library to browse for a movie to watch. Just to waste time. Kids nowadays... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part is traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to borrow and watch a HANNAH MONTANA DVD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHELL??? I was like, "NOOOOOOOO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like "YEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks out new dvd* "Watch this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks out another one* "Let's watch this instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooooooo! You go borrow this one. Go, go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rush Hour 2* "This one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I want to watch hannah Montana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast and Furious and hides Hannah Montana* "Yang ni? I lost the Hannah Montana CD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spots the CD* "No. Go borrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hold, I borrow. I look like gay la if I hold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like 10 minutes doing that. The 3 other peeps from the other class cam da naik boring see us gaduh and left. I like very "kesiankan la aku" like that already. She didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm not that cool anymore because I watched Hannah Montana. Yes. I was "bullied" by a freshman. I was practically forced to borrow a HANNAH MONTANA DVD AND WATCH IT. BACK TO BACK EPISODES with headphones on. I looked like a HARDCORE HANNAH MONTANA FAN LIKE THAT. It left me traumatised and disturbed. Well, not really ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's all good as next week is my turn to pick the movie. School Of Rock! Yeaaaa! Way better than Hannah Montana. Tapi next week like a bit more leceh as we need to wear ugly boiler suits on Monday. Must mandi first and then change to normal clothes. It's optional, yes, but I wanna mandi. I like to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially DESPISE SONY ERICSSON Phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me lose my contact list yet again by suddenly dying and refusing to turn on. I am officially bummed and pissed. I want to kill the entire company. I shall do so when I buy a Nokia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm traumatised. At least I made a new friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Ida's voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello.... *pauses*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you at? I at FC2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not available right now. Please leave a message and I'll call you back later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2575359721662242071?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2575359721662242071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-watched-hannah-montana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2575359721662242071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2575359721662242071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-watched-hannah-montana.html' title='&quot; I watched Hannah Montana. &quot;'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6436334320529573516</id><published>2009-04-19T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:30:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education Is Number One!</title><content type='html'>Second semester tomorrow. I should be starting second year tomorrow if I had not failed the bloody modules. Time-table is like, packed to the core. Gotta stay awake tomorrow cause I'm a jolly good fellow. I just hope I don't have to be working in the workshop alone. Kena sai la if lidat. Guaranteed boredom. Nobody to point the blowtorch at. Aishman. Must find my collection of steel toe boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow. So not looking forward. Let's just hope the next few months go by in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing exceptionally well in Restaurant City I guess. Note to self : Bring lappy to school tomorrow and add new classmates to Facebook. If I have new classmates that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear tomorrow. Not the limited edition shoes, please. That's for Tuesday. Ok, Wednesday. I should save up to buy more tees. KIKSTYO, here I come! Hahahaha. Is it an offence to wear a tee with bikini babes on them in school? Must check that out. Some people wear almost nothing and they don't get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hope I do better this time round or I'll seriously change course. Tak boleh tahan laaa if I fail again. Like that, bila mau game, beb? I don't know laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having weird dreams the past 2 days. I've been having dreams in which I chuck myself down something. On Thursday, it's down some random building. I was free-falling down and was about to hit the concrete floor when I woke up. Earlier today, I was at a water themepark. As I was jumping for my dive (In t-shirt and jeans, weird kan?) Somebody threw a ball at me, causing me to miss my mark (the water) and directing me towards some orange steel decorations. Just like yesterday, I suddenly woke up. Which is kinda crappy coz they never ended. I'm kinda bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I won't know how it feels to dive head first into a piece of orange decoration. I don't know why it's orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm looking forward to tonight's sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yeah, I woke up late and missed soccer today. Lol. First time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6436334320529573516?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6436334320529573516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/education-is-number-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6436334320529573516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6436334320529573516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/education-is-number-one.html' title='Education Is Number One!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5594325163099687635</id><published>2009-04-18T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:57:56.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Essentials</title><content type='html'>Yup. I want ice cream. I think I have some in the freezer. I should go check. Just maybe. Ice cream never lasts. It's gone within 48 hours. At least in my house. I should go out today. I want to but I'm lazy to step out of the house. Yeah? I'm constantly at odds with myself. We can't agree on anything, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of watching wrestling on the telly. Raw's 3 hour draft special. 3 hours of half naked men beating the crap outta each other. Or pretending to... I don't know how I ended up watching that in the first place. All I remembered is a pop shove it in the corridor and being told to come in the house. I think my board is still outside. Should bring it in soon. That's a $350 piece of wood I'm leaving out in the open. I can't believe it costs that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally topped up my prepaid value after God knows how many months. Yeap, it lasts that long. In recession hit Singapore, sometimes embracing anti-social-ism is not that bad. Let me tell you this, the less people you hang out with, the more money you have. Huge savings. I mean, if you could save that $5 a day for the meal you eat with your buddies, by the end of the week, you'd have an excess of $35. Which totals up to a whopping $140 a month. More than enough to cover your handphone bill (which is very little due to the lack of interaction) and get a brand new computer game. Brilliant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's not bad financially to adopt anti-social-ism. Of course, life is boring but when you've got cash, you can buy fun. Who needs homo-sapiens? They're costly. Hahahaha. Maybe not if you mooch of your friends but I don't wanna be a jerk, do you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save that cash, get an imaginary friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please not that this may be bad advice. I shall not be held responsible for low birth rates, loss of friends, loss of sanity, loss of opportunities and any losses you might encounter while you adopt this concept of anti-social-ism. It's not my fault that you might be enticed, it's the bloody economists' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why anybody would want to be an economist. I mean, yes, you see money every time and you earn a portion of that money you see but what happens if you don't see any money? All you will see is banners, protests, hate campaigns and plenty of middle fingers pointed at you on your daily commute. With great power, comes great responsibility. They should hire Spiderman to hold a workshop for the economists today cause they're really messing up. I wonder where all that 'missing' money went. Prolly to the undertaker in preparation for their funeral if things doesn't improve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should tell their kids to be undertakers. I mean, there's always somebody kicking the bucket and pushing up daisies somewhere. They have got to be the smartest people on Earth. An industry that's stable, Earth friendly, recognized world wide. What more can you ask for? Your skills will never be obsolete. Competition wise, it's not really a problem because of the odd hours. You don't need a degree to join either. Pay's okay I guess but you'll have no shortage of demand. If you're hardworking, you can work at another job for a few hours to earn much more. Open your eyes, jobless dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some peeps are so picky about jobs. They have no job, struggling to get bya and quite frankly, a burden to society. So when a job offer comes, take it. It doesn't matter if you need to climb Mount Everest to get there, it doesn't matter if the pay is low. You can't mooch off society forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who doesn't do anything to provide for his family is not a real man. Ladies, keep that in mind, ok? If you've married a bum who refuses to work, you've married somebody who's not really a man. So go get a divorce. I'm pretty sure there's loads of hard working men out there who are dead lonely. Give them a holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLLA! You a hard-working but lonely man with a job? Call me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds wrong. Not a very good ad. But it's edgy, it's memorable, it'll stick it to society so it's a brilliant ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting good at this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show how much more you can achieve if you actually think. How much more you can earn. I mean, blogs are a free media. You can advertise here for free. It's like a shop without rent, without taxes, without worry of eviction. You can maximise your profits. Just have to have the right product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, use you brains once in a while and you'd be surprised by how much a person can achieve. Insyi, where's the muffins? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write a book o success. Only problem with that is I'm not successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes all those points kinda unhelpful. I'm thinking here... See? Nobody can see when a person is actually thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5594325163099687635?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5594325163099687635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/financial-essentials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5594325163099687635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5594325163099687635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/financial-essentials.html' title='Financial Essentials'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7629412765222003576</id><published>2009-04-17T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:07:06.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm bored and I can...</title><content type='html'>I'll post another post. Oh yeah. About my trip to the barber. Yes, I had my hair cut. No more friggin' bangs to get into my eyes. I have The Rock's hair now. Without the ridiculous sideburns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bit longer. Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, why The Rock? Well, I can do The People's Eyebrow. He's also quite a smartass. So yeah, The Rock it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I decided to have my hair cut on impulse actually. After the L4D LAN session. I was walking back home and some voice inside my head came up with the bright idea of getting a haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the barber and said "Shorten it." He did. Very short. I regret I said that. I actually wanted Kaka short but he gave me The Rock short. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber guy was nice enough to charge me $8 instead of $10 though. Money overrides almost everything. Money, money, money. We use it up faster than we use up oil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you've lived under some shell or something your whole life and do not know how The Rock looks like, he looks like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:U9RKZyH2asBThM:http://www.emporia.edu/earthsci/garden/rock06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 103px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:U9RKZyH2asBThM:http://www.emporia.edu/earthsci/garden/rock06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the right one... Hang on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:nDwBj-O4cTIOOM:http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/specials/redcarpet/50looks/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:nDwBj-O4cTIOOM:http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/specials/redcarpet/50looks/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong one yet again... Ok, from Miami, Florida.... THE ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:5w-GmwJyQqEgRM:http://www.cnnsi.com/2008/images/06/11/the-rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 114px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:5w-GmwJyQqEgRM:http://www.cnnsi.com/2008/images/06/11/the-rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7629412765222003576?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7629412765222003576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because-im-bored-and-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7629412765222003576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7629412765222003576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because-im-bored-and-i-can.html' title='Just because I&apos;m bored and I can...'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4221224162190943704</id><published>2009-04-17T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:29:55.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant City</title><content type='html'>I'm stoked to have played Restaurant City on Facebook. I always intend to have the puns. It's a great game with a simple concept. open a restaurant, hire workers, make them work, keep them happy or work till they fall on the floor, earn money, improve your space. Great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to find ingredients by paying your buddies a visit which makes having loads of friends playing the game very important. I don't have a lot of friends so I'm a disadvantaged lad in this game. Price to pay for adopting anti-social-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, once you have ingredients, you can place new dishes on the menu and well, attract more customers and then make more cash. Simple math. Not exactly math. I suck at math anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I happen to learn from my mistakes so... I now run a stable enterprise. I just need more friends playing the game. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you like me, go play the game.&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind if you don't. It's all good. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I sold away the fancy tables and chairs and floor and wallpaper and window and replaced them with cheaper alternatives. A little extra money goes a long long way in the game. Buy cheap useful items. Nobody gives a hoot about how your restaurant looks like anyway. Just make sure it's clean and serves good food for $2 in this economy. It'll be a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, my workers are taking their break now. Yeap. Ramizah, Suhaizat, MFI and me. We run a small diner. (Mine can't be considered a restaurant yet. Not in my books.) I don't overwork my people. I enjoy days off from work. I understand how valuable they are. I hate to work every day. Every time. I know how it feels to be tired of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my workers to die in the diner. Look at Jame's restaurant. His workers are like, dead. I get a good amount of money and experience points just picking up the litter in the place. One man's thrash is another man's treasure. Whoever thought up of that is a genius. Unlike the guy who thought up of "Work hard and you'll be rewarded." That guy must be Peter Pan or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my diner currently has 18.0 thumbs up(s). Which is not bad for a guy who just started today. Starting with a bang! Ramizah's warung burger is doing even better. She hired me as a cook, which is a good choice. I can cook burgers like nobody's business. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I demand more off days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in search of ingredients. Will kind souls please play this game? Kindness extends your life. It may also improve your love life. So, be kind. Although you'll probably go nowhere with the love life part with me, I'm pretty sure you will have an extension to your life. Did I mention that it's also good for your afterlife? So yeah, be kind. Play the game. Help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4221224162190943704?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4221224162190943704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/restaurant-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4221224162190943704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4221224162190943704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/restaurant-city.html' title='Restaurant City'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4396847861965686397</id><published>2009-04-17T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:43:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Gamer in us</title><content type='html'>We just like video games. Believe that. We can sit in front of the telly for hours playing a video game. It's like some drug or something. It should get banned. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I did just that yesterday. Along with Ijat, Aman, Ammar and Sufi Ziham. (MUST HAVE THE LAST NAME!) We basically played 3 games but that was enough for 8 hours of fun. We played Guitar Hero, Halo and FIFA 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was O.K on FIFA 09, I sucked on HALO because I was using the guitar hero X-plorer controller. Can't even move. Just rotated on the spot, pointing up into the sky. So yeah, I was basiclly non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFA 09.... The only person I managed to beat was Aman. Lost to Ammar during extra time, lost to Sufi on penalties. I think I won against Ijat. I was using Inter, he used Barcelona. I definitely beat Aman. Manchester United vs. Juventus. No prizes for guessing which team I chose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored from a free kick!! Yezza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a 360 soon. No. I must buy a phone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero, I'm well, a hero. I can use both controller and the guitar. On HARD. Baik kepe... We played the co-op mode and demolished the song list. Do not use the whammy bar unless you want to lose points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR POWER!!! BE-JUMMMMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4396847861965686397?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4396847861965686397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-gamer-in-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4396847861965686397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4396847861965686397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-gamer-in-us.html' title='For the Gamer in us'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3653790776402719343</id><published>2009-04-15T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:20:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die bitches, die</title><content type='html'>Went to Gek Poh for L4D with Ijat, Aman and Guna today. Had a BLAST. BLAST. Pun intended. I am officially the most timid among us. I see boss zombies and run away in the opposite direction, closing doors behind me. Ask Ijat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was being chased by this huge zombie hulk and was running for dear life. As always, I have already run and hidden myself in a room. The door opened and Ijat brought along this zombie hulk with him. So much for saving my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, save everybody's ass when I fought off a whole horde of zombies on my own in a sewer. The rest died already. They went out of the sewers and got mauled one by one by the zombies on the surface. Then the zombies dropped down into the sewers to get me but I somehow managed to hold them off long enough for Ijat to respawn in a closet. If I had followed them out, I would be dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new game when you play online with people. So much more fun as we shout to get help, plan our moves and routes, help each other out, die together and shoot at each other. I must somehow stop the lag on my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all I did today. Oh yea, I also got new anti-virus software for my lappy. It runs so much better now. Off to uninstall more shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3653790776402719343?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3653790776402719343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/die-bitches-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3653790776402719343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3653790776402719343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/die-bitches-die.html' title='Die bitches, die'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7461350503369614838</id><published>2009-04-14T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:51:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>Finally got my hands on Left 4 Dead. One more week till school starts and then I got it. Nevermind. It lags like crazy though. Anybody with an answer to laggy-ness, please approach me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting zombies is fun. Blam blam blam. A lot of boasting is involved while picking off the normal zombies. "I'm Rick James, bitch.", "You want some too?", "I'ma shoot yo' ass.", "Whaddup muthafucka?", "You ugly sunnuva bitch.", "Smack you in the head.", "You going down.", "I'ma go Bruce Lee on yo ass.", "Say hello to my little friend." are just some of the bragging. However, when the bosses come, it's a whole different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!", "Oiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!", "Alaaamaaaaaaaak!" and "MAMPOS aku" suddenly become commonplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of screaming too. Yelling at the screen.... It becomes totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charge at minions and beat their asses down but when it comes to bosses, I run away and hide behind closed doors with my machine gun trained on it. I just value life, okay? I'm always the first to go inside the safehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Guna tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JP with Erick in the evening. To pay bills. What else is there to be done at JP? Ok, I'm going back to kick more zombie butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7461350503369614838?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7461350503369614838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-4-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7461350503369614838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7461350503369614838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5202264189916660128</id><published>2009-04-14T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:50:19.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychosocial</title><content type='html'>Yea! That's a new song added to the playlist. It's Psychosocial from Slipknot's latest album, All Hope Is Gone. I should buy that album soon. I've been planning for months but never got round to actually buying it. Must buy it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I add this song? I added this song because I like it. I can also play it on the guitar. It's surprisingly simple. I never got round to the solo though. Haven't looked at the tab. Soon, I guess. FYI, my guitar's tuned to C with a dropped B. I know, it's cool. :) I seriously need a smack to the head. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here I am, typing away at 2 a.m... After playing heavy metal...2 a.m in the morning, heavy metal, electric guitar.... I'd hate to be my neighbour. Imagine trying to sleep after a hard day of work and you have your neighbour's kid shredding away on his guitar at 2 a.m.... Aaaaaarrrrgh! Might turn you into a member of a heavy metal band. I would feel like smashing that guitar. Well, too bad. I'm me and they happen to be my neighbours. I need to be kinder though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: No more heavy metal at 2 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's it for now. I'm sure to come up with more crap later in the day after I catch a few winks of sleep. I hate insomnia. I just don't like it. Not nice when you've got issues and insomnia together. Not nice at all. I understand how Aman felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear my neighbours talking in the lift lobby... I think I woke them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5202264189916660128?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5202264189916660128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/psychosocial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5202264189916660128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5202264189916660128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/psychosocial.html' title='Psychosocial'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4556068766652617739</id><published>2009-04-13T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:17:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggies</title><content type='html'>Beansprouts? I don't really like them. Firstly, they sometimes get stuck between the teeth which is kinda annoying. Secondly, they don't really taste nice when eaten just like that and finally, they made my life in the band really hard. I would get rows and rows of them during practice and piles of them during meals. (flautists are PICKY carnivores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared a dish of beansprouts today. I put in a lot of salt or else it would end up with that "PLANT-Y" taste. So I used loads of salt. Got scolded by my mum for doing so. It was too salty according to my mum. I'm just glad I'm enjoying myself eating plants. Eat it with rice and it was fine. Can't eat it on it's own. It's a killer. Added plenty of chillies to even things out a bit. Now it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a topic. I sound like some nancy boy. At least I'm eating my veggies. People should eat more veggies. They aren't that bad, honestly. Of course they can't match up to your chicken or lamb or what-have-you but they're really cheap and if prepared properly, tasty even.  So people, please give veggies a chance. They're good for you. Just add enough salt and msg. Which makes them bearable but less healthy which defeats the entire purpose of eating them in the first place but just eat your veggies, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally random topic. I mean, nobody posts about veggies. Not that I've encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my dad's cigarette fumes. It's a new brand he's been smoking. I prefer Marlboro Reds compared to whatever he's smoking now. This one stinks and it fills the entire house. I might die. Maybe I should wear filters on my nose. Nah. That would seriously freak people out. I would look like a corpse. A walking corpse. That would be uncomfortable. My dad should stop smoking and take up an activity like gaming instead. Forget fishing, that's just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest brother just fell off the skateboard. He's been learning after school almost daily in the corridor. Just moves up and down the corridor. Now he's measuring how long the skateboard is with a measuring tape. He rides Zoo York decks, Hubba wheels, Thunder trucks and Modus bearings. Well, we all gotta have some class, man. No cheap shit for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to skate but I'm just too lazy to put on my jeans and shoes. That puts me off skating. I will skate soon. When my jeans are within easy reach. I want to try a treflip. I think I can do it. Maybe a varial flip is good enough. Whatever, man. Don't really give a *blogger has censored this word*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love censorship. It's great. Call me traditional but there's a pretty good reason why there are traditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been reading Readers' Digest lately. It says that being kind contributes to good health. If that's the case, I want to be kind. I don't want to die an unkind person. Unkind people will go to hell. While hell has always fascinated me, I don't think I want to visit. I'll pass. Be kind people! Or try to cause that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed that I'm not sleeping well lately. Earlier today, I took a pretty short nap and woke up with a pain in my back. Cause of it? My earpiece. Irritating earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just realised that school will re-start next week. Anybody down for street soccer? Let's just use the free of charge courts near our homes. No need for fancy surfaces. I'll just win anyway. Text me if you guys wanna play, ok? Let's use this time to exercise! Skate dudes, text if there's anything. I want to land a bloody Impossibe if possible. I'm contradicting myself here but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus seriously need new shoes. Dudes, I've got plenty of them shoes, anybody a size 42?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4556068766652617739?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4556068766652617739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/veggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4556068766652617739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4556068766652617739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/veggies.html' title='Veggies'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2451009421262260285</id><published>2009-04-13T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:36:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tic toc tic toc</title><content type='html'>we must eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid band meal cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's kinda cool in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised that I could say whatever I want down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2451009421262260285?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2451009421262260285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/tic-toc-tic-toc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2451009421262260285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2451009421262260285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/tic-toc-tic-toc.html' title='tic toc tic toc'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3350297391867663865</id><published>2009-04-12T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:47:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to go skate in the morning but I woke up at 1 p.m instead. If I sounded to stupid in the last post, it's because good stuff makes me stupid. They stupefy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday was Jon's birthday. Wow. What a Saturday. I would like to wish a happy belated birthday to Juwika. Sorry la never wish on the day itself. Kinda slipped my mind. It was like 3 am when I realised that yesterday was your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 a.m. Slept at 4? Around that time. I have insomnia, I think. I'm bloody nocturnal now. Bought 3 packs of muffins from a door to door salesman who conveniently turned up just as I was about to go buy some food. I was like, " Aiseyman. How did this guy know I'm hungry? " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid $10 for 3 packs of average tasting muffins. Ate one or two, maybe a few then cooked Maggi noodles. Chicken. I'm still hungry. Feed me! Hahaha. Don't do that. Seriously, don't. After polishing off two bowls of Maggi, I had nothing to do so just for the heck of it, I cleaned the bearings on my skateboard. Dirty like dirt. Not a very fun thing to do. Changed the wheels too. Transparent blue wheels. Woooo. My wheels are made of water. Woooo. I just realised that I sound stupid having said that so forget I ever said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I watched some bloody wrestling on the telly. It's been so long since I watched half naked men pretend to hit each other and pretend to be in pain. They earn millions at every venue they go to and all they ever do is pretend to be hurt or dishing out the hurt and maybe chuck themselves to the floor sometimes. I should apply for a job in the WWE. I can be, I don't know, Asian champion or something. All I've gotta do is pretend to hit and pretend to be hit. How hard can that be? Well, I can do the DDT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I smell nice. I like the new soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play the guitar but I'm lazy to set shit up. The guitar next to me has got no strings. Bummed. Totally bummed. I honestly don't think I should be blogging now. Not in the mood but here I am, typing away like there's no tomorrow or later or maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baky can run for president with the support she has. Read her blog, peeps. It is as interesting as interests go. It's constantly updated too. Which is good. People have got to update more often! Do you know that you can actually improve your language skills by practising? Read more too. Just don't read the wrong stuff. You can once in a while to get kicks from correcting the grammaticl errors in your mind though. It never hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go out and enjoy the sun more. On an average day, I spend 5 minutes in the sun daily. Nothing more. Sometimes less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boi_handsome should really get a better alias. Like, why use fucking boi_handsome of all the aliases in the world, man? It's not really classy, man. You get what I mean? Nama mat rep la sey. boi_handsome. Like whatthefuck? Damn. I subconciously typed "damn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned Flanders can't swear. That's cool. When he wants to swear, some gibberish comes out instead. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about random topics today? I don't know, man. I don't know. Seriously, I don't. I want to log in to messenger but I also don't want to log in to messenger. Maybe later. I want to log in now but I don't want to now. So I'll have to do it later when I want to log in now and I want to log in now. If you get those sentences, you're incredibly smart and sensitive. That should be enough of a hint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Triple H just hit Aqeel with a steel chair from behind! I think he's knocked out cold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line makes me laugh everytime. Ok, I'm not supposed to laugh. I'm supposed to be knocked out cold. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3350297391867663865?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3350297391867663865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3350297391867663865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3350297391867663865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-366714821973264956</id><published>2009-04-12T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:14:41.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday : Part 2</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Dragonforce live at D'Marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Amzar for inviting me of all people to enjoy this once in a lifetime opportunity to watch DRAGONFORCE for free. How many times can you watch DRAGONFORCE LIVE for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DragonForce is hands down the best live band I've ever seen in Singapore. LIKE, THE BEST. There was lights and smoke and lasers... Good place too. Air-conditioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ROCK. LIKE HELL YEAH ROCK. BLEW MY MIND TO BITS (like ........ did, only that DragonForce needed to do a lot more) Still, they blew my mind to bits. They played Revolution Deathsquad, Warrior Inside, Valley of The Damned, Fury Of The Storm, Operation Ground And Pound, Through The Fire And Flames.... Power ah, man! The speakers sampai tak boleh angkat!(until cannot take it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first song, I was like, "Dude, this is good shit." Like "wooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh." good. Like, I don't know, man. Like that ah! Yah. Power ah! Herman Li my brother ah! He can solo until tomorrow, man. Sam Totman should be in a mental institution. Sam and Vadim Puzhanov, the keyboardist. They are both crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vocal performance by ZP Theart was great! Wide range octave wise and pitch wise, he reminds me of Dio. He's got this cool fan thing on stage which makes his hair fly all over when he's standing near it. Cool la sey! Must buy that fan thing somehow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummer, Dave Mackintosh, was good. He's like never tired like that. Like can double pedal until tomorrow. He did not get much of the spotlight but he's darn good, man. Best live drums I've heard so far. He knows how to control his volume for one thing and blends nicely with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadim is a crazy fella and he's crazy good too. Arguably the most energetic of the lot. He's got this machine, I've never seen it before the concert. It makes scratching noises when you put your hands over it. Super cool shit, man. I think it's called a theremin. He was jumping and kicking everywhere. He can keyboard with his tongue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederic Leclercq is the bassist. He looks like a member of Iron Maiden. I can't remember the name. His bass guitar is very nice la sey. He also played a Gibson Les Paul guitar during a showcase with Vadim and he's bloody good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Totman uses really cool guitars. Ibanez Iceman. 1 white, 1 black. He's also loco. Kept drinking throughout the show. I'm certain he's mabok already. Despite that, he can still play the songs perfectly.  He's playing these super duper hard riffs while jumping around, kicking out, running around and being drunk at the same time. I don't know how he managed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Herman Li. This guy is one of the world's fastest guitarists. Played his own signature model guitar. 2 guitars. Purple and white. The white one kept failing and he had to change back to the purple one during a song. While not as hyper as Sam, this guy can solo until next week, man. He plays with his tongue too! Oh yeah, he also throws around his guitar. Whammy bar king, man this guy. Wiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DragonForce ROCKS! (not as much as ........, but they still rock!) I mean, I'll pick them over bloody Sum41 any day, man. Great show. It's a mind blowing experience. Blew my mind to bits(Just like ........) Makes you want to pick up the guitar, man. I need strings! Yamaha, open up already!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire and the flames we'll carry on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-366714821973264956?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/366714821973264956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/366714821973264956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/366714821973264956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-part-2.html' title='Saturday : Part 2'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7947126833303668617</id><published>2009-04-11T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:14:01.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.30 a.m today. For once. I don't feel sleepy at all. Which is quite a surprise. I'm as awake as a.... wakeboarder. Yea. I mean, you've gotta be awake if you wanna wakeboard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Insyi. Pioneer Mall. Mc'Donald's. (What else?) It's been such a long time since we last met for breakfast. So long ago, I can't remember when. Was pleasantly surprised when invited. Like, "da kenape dengan dia ni?(What's up with this kid?)" kind of surprise. I mean, it's been that long. I just did not expect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran out of Hashbrowns. Like whatthehell? No Hashbrowns? Mc'Donald's with no hashbrowns? NO HASHBROWNS? What kind of Mc'Donald's has got no hashbrowns? Come on! No hashbrowns? No hashbrowns... None. had to settle for an apple pie instead. No hashbrowns. No hashbrowns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw.......... (YEZZA!) during breakfast. Like, it's been years (more than a year) since I saw ........ coincidentally. She was having breakfast too. (YEZZA!) YEzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't know why I'm so happy when I see somebody who probably hates me. (:D) YEzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! There is a god, you non-believers. YEZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Made my day, man. YEZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the crowd goes wild!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yezzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;I hate reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's....?!?!" *looks inside Mc*&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look!" Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;"Okay okay" *Still looking through the glass panels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyi was well, Insyi. I am updated of everything she wants me to know. I am a bank of information right now. I like that. It feels good. (Yeeezzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "I think he's having a fit, ladies and gentlemen.") Haven't changed a bit. I actually miss sectional. We just talk during sectionals. Talk and talk and talk. Maybe a bit of practice but we'll talk and talk and talk. We never run out of topics. Talk and talk and talk. Why this person like that, why that person like this, why those guys are bitches and shit like that. Brilliant. We're D.I.S and honestly, we like dissing people. Oboists...what else can we do? *Laughs like nobody's business*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. I did not really taste my food. It was that good a conversation. I was subconciously eating. I didn't know it was possible. Before I knew it, my Big Breakfast was gone. Having ........... just a few meters away probably did not help. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!) Such a nice morning. Dude, we should totally do more of that. Thanks, for the brilliant morning. Worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went grocery shopping. Met Erick on the way to my cousin's place. Lol. He was carrying his laptop. Wonder where he's going. Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my cuz's to grab lunch and kick his ass on Winning Eleven twice in a row before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........, I actually miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7947126833303668617?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7947126833303668617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7947126833303668617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7947126833303668617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-part-1.html' title='Saturday: Part 1'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-9169355274947829845</id><published>2009-04-10T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:49:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metal!</title><content type='html'>Want to have an idea what my guitar looks like? Look above. Hehea. It's the same model. You just have to substitute the white for black and the black binding for ebony. It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, changed the colour scheme and Zounds section of this blog yet again. Phantom Of The Opera was getting on my nerves. Yea, it was cool at first but the orchestra got to me. The gay-sounding phantom didn't help either. "THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS HERE". Why the hell is he referring to himself in third person? He's sick in the head, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new song list on the brand new mini, two-toned, checkered mini-pod.&lt;br /&gt;Check em' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Left Behind by Slipknot &lt;br /&gt;2) End Of Days by Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;3) My Curse by Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't beat Metal. It's the best. It's hardly gay. Sometimes it gets emo but I have no problems with emo girls. In fact, I actually like 'em. (:D) And I have problems liking things so that's something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have a problem with fat emo guys. What the hell is wrong with you guys? Like why the hell are you wearing those size 28 jeans, you fat, size 45 motherfucker? Get your fat ass out of those jeans. Damn. Go join some hip hop club or something where the clothes actually fit your fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I slit my wrists and fat oozed out. Boo hoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you people kill me, I have no problems with fat peeps. I think they're cooler than most skinny guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Before I forget (I am a world before I am a man!), emorangers are cool. It's lame, yes but it's cool nonetheless. They do need to get a proper job soon though. How long can you run around doing emoranger stuff, man? The Mighty Moshin' Emorangers gets my vote for the second best ever group of Power Rangers. The official ones after the original (the best, hands down) are all stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have this problem, you see. I tear my underwear after I morph. It gets uncomfortable after a while." Remember the blue ranger kid who grows when he morphs? Like, whatthefuck was up with that? It's discrimination against kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched School Of Rock earlier in the day. Jack Black is one creative guy. Yes, his lyrics are sometimes full of crap but here is a man who can come up with tunes in an instant. He rocks on the guitar too! He's THE MAN! Yeeeaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one day while I was at work this guy came up to me and said, "Why are you listening to metal? It's for the devil." Yes, we may sing about evil, dress up like some evil guy, glorify evil shit sometimes, go "666!" and shit but a majority of us are really god-fearing, normal human beings. I mean, we just happen to like being 'evil' sometimes. Yeah, it's heavy, loud, perhaps noisy... but it's good music, man. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY BETTER THAN YOUR TECHNO BULLSHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I just press this button and that button. The computer will do the rest. I'm a musician." I might kill you if you said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, anybody can be a 'musician' if all you have to do is  press a button. Being a musician, to me at least, involves actually playing a musical instrument and trying to master it. Learning how to strum properly, getting those drum strokes right, doing your fingering, that kind of stuff makes a musician. Not pressing a button or flicking a switch! DAMN YOU TECHNO "ARTISTS"! Boing boing here... ziip there, bing bing here, piu piu there. WHATHEFUCK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I do have problems with techno. Do not get me techno thingies for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill The Metal! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-9169355274947829845?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/9169355274947829845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9169355274947829845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9169355274947829845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/metal.html' title='The Metal!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3589675372309516673</id><published>2009-04-09T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:05:21.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christiano Ronaldo IS A WUSS</title><content type='html'>Christiano Ronaldo is a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like it was necessary. Well, not really but...Christiano Ronaldo is a wuss!&lt;br /&gt;I share the same sentiments as the great Usain Bolt. Now, that guy is a star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StZI-saIGmI/Sd26PTswLgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s7ygZWHl32I/s1600-h/530fc3c9cb732398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StZI-saIGmI/Sd26PTswLgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s7ygZWHl32I/s400/530fc3c9cb732398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322615106770578946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3589675372309516673?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3589675372309516673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/christiano-ronaldo-is-wuss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3589675372309516673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3589675372309516673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/christiano-ronaldo-is-wuss.html' title='Christiano Ronaldo IS A WUSS'/><author><name>Aki</name><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/_StZI-saIGmI/Sd26PTswLgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s7ygZWHl32I/s72-c/530fc3c9cb732398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5390741082318965981</id><published>2009-04-09T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:53:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona!</title><content type='html'>I was awake all night watching Champions' League football on the telly. Before I go into the football side of the post, I would like to state that lifts full of god shit are not nice. I wanted some snacks so I decided to skate out to PRIME Supermarket. (I lazy to walk la) So yea, I entered the lift and found out that there's not one but 2 piles of doggy crap and a small puddle of doggy urine in it. MOTHERFUCKING DOG OWNER! I changed my mind about taking the lift and used the stairs instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problems with pets in general but I have huge problem with some owners. Animals can  take a leak or crap wherever they wanna cause they're well, animals. They did not make the bloody loo. I mean, your pet is taking a crap in a public place, man. Clean it up. Would you like your house floor to be covered in poo? Come on, man. One pile is already bad enough. 2 PILES? WHAT THE FUCK, MAN? I mean, clean up the lift or something after it has taken the shit, man. Go back into the house, grab some cleaning stuff and clean up the mess your doggy made, you stupid motherfucker. Do you want me to take some shit from various animals and dump it in front of your house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some thought for others, man. Nobody would like to have to take the lift, discovered it was full of shit and hold their breath while the lift takes them up the floors. What if the fella lived on the 13th floor? He'll come out blue. Ask yourself that question, you inconsiderate bitch. If I was somebody else, I might have asked the town council to find out who you are and fine the shit outta you. So yeah, use that god-given brain of yours next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some social responsibility as a pet owner. If you want to keep your pet, show that you actually care and clean up after it. You don't live alone in this world, you ignorant cunt. Be responsible, show some consideration. It's a public facility afterall. Would you like to banned from using the lift? I thought not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, skated a bit to PRIME Supermaket. It was like, 2.15 a.m?  Bought some potato chips and a few cans of Red Bull. Skated back. Must clean bearings. I'm lazy to do so. I have another pack anyway. Brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that the lift was full of shit so I took the one in another section of the block. Skate through corridors, down the stairs. I reached the ift lobby on my floor to the sight of a lady in white. (REALLY!) She was in the lift and the doors open..... She was pinching her nose from the stench. It was my neighbour's daughter with her boyfriend. Face screwed up sia... (&gt;x&lt;) or something like that. Screwed up. (See the suffering you've brought onto users of the lift? I hope you rot in hell where they'll put you inside a lift full of shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered the house, washed feet, grab mug and ice, turned on the telly and switched to ESPN. There was Liverpool vs Chelsea and Barcelona vs Bayern Munich playing simultaneously. I actually wanted to watch Liverpool vs. Chelsea but the commentators for the Barcelona match were more entertaining and lively so I watched that instead and it isn't every week that I get to watch Barcelona. I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona was... was.... great. Like... woah great. Bayern Munich was all over the place. Lionel Messi is the best. Christiano Ronaldo can't match up to Messi, man. He should be World Player Of The Year, not that Portuguese nancy boy. The Bayern dudes can't do a thing to him and Messi does not dive like some wuss. Even Usain Bolt finds Christiano Ronaldo a wuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time score, 4-0. Messi scored twice, with Eto'o and Thierry Henry scoring one a piece. Game over for Bayern. They managed to get one back during the second half. By that time, Barcelona was relaxing and playing around. Even so, they dominated and created some chances. With better finishing, they could have added to their tally. Barcelona, I salute you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Liverpool got their asses whooped by Chelsea at Anfield. 3-1. I don't know how that happened. I thought that Chelsea would get THEIR asses whooped but it turned out to be the other way around. Good result for Chelsea. Liverpool cannot win the Champions' League this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will? Barcelona. Man United will get their asses whooped by Porto in the second leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I should skate more. Nah. Lazy laa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5390741082318965981?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5390741082318965981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/barcelona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5390741082318965981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5390741082318965981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4566843145094679090</id><published>2009-04-08T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:26:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS</title><content type='html'>Had (read: forced) to register my butt into a GEMS class today. I picked something like Creative Game Design or something like that. What is GEMS? It's just another fancy word for a total waste of time. Ok, it's an acronym for General Elective Module which is just a waste of time, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why creative game design? Well, my time-slot is screwed up so all the other popular choices are taken. My time table is also screwed up, making only Fridays available for GEMS. I now dislike my school and want to quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP is stupid. No other school forces you to wait for an open window to register your butt into something worthless. If my lecturer ever asks me what I think of the module, I would reply, "A total waste of my time and energy, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time table is stupid. I have school all week and the EARLIEST I finish is at fucking 3 pm. The rest is at fucking 5 pm. 8 am to 5 pm. That's like fucking work. I only have 1/2 an hour break time on Friday because of fucking GEMS. Which asswipe decides these things, ey? On top of that, I start at 8 and end at 5 on Fridays. That's worse than work! I might kill somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up time-table......*&amp;T^%%%$$%*&amp;)&amp;*%^$%^#%^$^&amp;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4566843145094679090?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4566843145094679090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/gems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4566843145094679090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4566843145094679090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/gems.html' title='GEMS'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3902788871924810104</id><published>2009-04-06T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:31:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>I would like to extend my congratulations to the members of Boon Lay Concert Band for achieving their target of a Silver Medal in the SYF. Good job, juniors. I am very sorry for not being there to witness your performance. I could and should have. I guess it's my loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother about your detractors. They can say whatever they want to say. That won't change a thing. All you have to know that you achieved that medal through sheer hard work. You people are fully deserving of it and should be proud of yourselves. I take my hat off to you guys. Despite all that crap you people face, you guys stuck together and did what you set out to do. That says a lot about you guys. Outstanding performance as a band and I haven't heard the recording yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the most useless senior in the Alumni, I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've also changed the colours to reflect the band uniform just for you guys. The Zounds have also been changed to some pieces I've played in band. Namely, The Phantom Of the Opera, Smooth and Born To Hand Jive from the Highlights from Grease medley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3902788871924810104?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3902788871924810104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3902788871924810104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3902788871924810104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-9001352005611841932</id><published>2009-04-06T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:31:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ain't so bad at all. Reached home at 4 in the morning. Woke up at around 2 p.m. Then went to Orchard to meet Sufiana and join her for her break time. She bought this Kate Moss perfume + Shower Gel pack when she only wanted the shower gel. I don't get it, really. Nonetheless, it was quite a smart buy as she saved almost $50 on it. I've got a smart bestie. Syabas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out, chill, chill with Marcos at Somerset while waiting for Sufiana to finish work at 8. Skated the park a bit. Just some ollies to manuals on the manual pads. (Nasib aku tak jatuh, Pi. Klau tak, basah aku.) It's easy as we share almost the same specs for our boards. Maybe the shape is a bit different but it's still a 7.75" deck, Mid trucks. I don't really give a shit about wheel size. Marcos bought new Etnies shoes for $70. Impulse buy. Still, he saved $50. Good job, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back home and something happened that made me quite pleased. Won't elaborate on it here. Upi knows. Hahaha. (UPI! SHHHHH! Jangan bilang dorang! Hahaha!) Yezza! Like finally, man. For once. Yezza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Abang L.As (for those who are blind, ignorant or both: A-bangLAs) took my side of the door... Upi buat lawak pat train. Woo Woo! Hoot Hoot! Ape sey, Pi? Hehea. Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that went wrong is Man Utd eventually winning 3-2. Aston Villa should've gotten a point. Freidel sucks! Tukar keeper ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a good day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo woo, hoot hoot. Hehea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-9001352005611841932?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/9001352005611841932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9001352005611841932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/9001352005611841932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-1012218619340312844</id><published>2009-04-04T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:00:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Colour : Liverpool</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate to, I will be supporting Liverpool for the rest of this season. I believe that they are capable of kicking Man Utd's butt and they have proven it with the recent 4-1 thrashing they gave Man Utd. So, yeah, go Liverpool FC. I have changed the colours to show my support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not like Man Utd?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just don't like them. They talk too much. They don't really play nicely. They lack sportsmanship. They have a crazy striker in Wayne Rooney who is really Sabretooth in a very good disguise. They have the worse looking player on the pitch most of the time in Carlos Tevez. They have the world's best diver in Christiano Ronaldo. (THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE RONALDO! R9! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONAAAAAAAALLLLDOOOOOOO! The Phenomemnon. NOT some pretty boy diver.) Their manager is an indecisive old knight who doesn't know what to do next season. Devils are bad. Park Ji Sung never gets enough credit for what he did. Ferguson never gets reprimanded by the FA, which is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I just don't want Man Utd to win the Premier League. Let us hope Aston Villa kicks their asses tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only doing this because I don't like Man Utd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go AC Milan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-1012218619340312844?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1012218619340312844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-colour-liverpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1012218619340312844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/1012218619340312844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-colour-liverpool.html' title='New Colour : Liverpool'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-543786965010772530</id><published>2009-04-04T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:00:35.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5800 coming soon!</title><content type='html'>I am expecting my Nokia 5800 next month. I hope that all goes well and my plans won't get ruined by some mishap. If it does, I'll find the cause of that mishap, shove my current phone up it's ass and take enough money from it to get myself a Nokia 5800. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the 5800? I like the ads. They have seriously nice ads. I like the creativity that goes into creating those ads. I also like the Comes With Music concept. Why they did not come up with that shit earlier, only god knows. I like the Comes with Music lanyard. Pink and blue! What more can a person ask for? It's pink and blue! The features are quite nice too. 3.2 Mega pixels, Carl Zeiss Optics... pretty neat package. Cost? A mere $398 with2 year subscription or $800 with no contract. Such reasonable prices even in the economic slump. I am being sarcastic about the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1 has got to change their automated operator's voice. Sounds like some lazy lady was at the end of the line. It makes you wish that it was a real person you can curse at. Maybe that's why they put in a recorded voice. The real person got abused over and  over again till she quit. Well, YOU STILL SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I am great at complaints. I would like to thank all my English teachers over the years. I can complain all day long if I want to. About almost anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Do you know that you can actually polish shit? Yes, you actually can. There's even an art to it. Yea, they make these shiny balls out of shit. They shape it with a bit of water and keep shining it with a piece of cloth then drying it and repeating the process over and over again till you get a shiny, polished ball of, well, shit. It's remarkable what people can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward ton the 5800. Next month, come already. Time, move faster, ok? I'll pay you 20 cents if you move faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I saw this person today who's so dumb, I don't know how to describe him. He hailed a cab. Then he folded up a pram. The stuff in the pram fell all over the road. There was some medicine in there too. He tried to pick up the items but he kept dropping them when he tried to pick up another item. He threw the medicine inside the boot. (WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?) after which he threw the pram in too. By that time, the taxi driver was out of the cab. He took the medicine out and gave it to the dumb guy. Who looked puzzled. Very puzzled. He asked the driver who put it in the boot in the first place. How dumb can people get? Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-543786965010772530?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/543786965010772530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/5800-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/543786965010772530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/543786965010772530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/5800-coming-soon.html' title='5800 coming soon!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4427872270652902297</id><published>2009-04-03T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:43:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-league.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I actually watch that crap they label one of the top ten leagues in Asia. They missed out "from the bottom". While I'm pleased we actually have a professional league in Singapore, I'm appalled by the standard of play in this "professional' league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The strikers are either brainless, blind, far-sighted, short sighted, playing in lead boots or natural rugby players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The midfielders are either headless chickens, just there to show off their outlandish hairstyles, useless crossers of the ball or/and the attributes mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The defenders are: Read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you miss from the 6 yard box in front of a basically open goal? How can you head the ball spectacularly into your own net? Why are the defenders ALWAYS mis-timing their tackles? Why are the midfielders lazy assed idiots? Why can't the goalkeepers catch the bloody ball? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get high blood pressure watching them play. I was cussing and swearing and screaming and shouting in front of the telly. It was that bad. FAS, do something! How the fuck do you expect Singapore to qualify for the World Cup with standards as low as this? I swear that I could've converted into goals with my eyes closed the chances the strikers have missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to GOAL2010? That campaign throughout the 90s? The aim of entering the World Cup? WHERE IS IT NOW? I KNOW! We failed! Despite having adequate facilities and resources. I wonder how the Iraqis train with those bombs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok boys, we've placed mines all over the pitch. I want you people to run all over it for 20 minutes. Anybody caught walking will be shot by our sniper buddy up in that tower. Say hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously need to wake up and buck up if we are ever to get anywhere in football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soccer" is invented by Americans who suck at football and gave it that name. Sucker, soccer, sucker, soccer. Get it? Bloody Americans. Oh wait, bloody sounds too British. Fucked up Americans. That's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4427872270652902297?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4427872270652902297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-league.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4427872270652902297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4427872270652902297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-league.html' title='S-league.'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-8565320575274265781</id><published>2009-04-02T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:25:07.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ROCK!</title><content type='html'>Played Guitar Hero World Tour today and I have to say, I KICK ASS! WHOOP ASS, WHATEVER ASS... I rock! Yes! I spent 5 hours completing the entire game on medium(with breaks and shit). Going to continue tomorrow. Doing Hard next. I rock! Woooooooooozaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upi woke me up at what? 8.45 in the morning today. I was like half awake but I'm still asleep. Washed up and ate breakfast. We looked like BLSS students who skipped school. I have problems with the napkin dispenser. I think I simply don't have the patience to take napkins one by one. I mean... it's just dumb to stand there and repeat something four or five times. I mean, come on people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, McCafe is coming to Pioneer Mall. Wooo? I don't know, man. It's like in the middle of a HDB estate. Premium Coffee! (premium pricing.)  I seriously cannot taste the difference between their normal coffee and their premium brewed coffee. It's basically the same shit with different names. The name costs 50 cents.No offense to 50 Cent. That gangsta has got his own energy drink, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blam! Blam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK YOU, COP BITCHES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blam! Blam! (runs away from cops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shit! Fucking fence!" (Climbs fence, continues running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cops close in, hand reaches out and grabs gangster, taking him into a safe house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, homie. You got a drink round here? Thirsty as fuck. Damned cops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here ya go, homie. My own energy drink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, man. That's some good shit. Now let's cap those muthafuckas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be a rubbish ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gangster makes his own fucked up energy drink?! I mean, when would he find the time, man? Come on! He's supposed to be carjacking, stealing, robbing, pimping, partying and running away from the cops but here he is, selling some energy drink. I don't know what to say to this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took them rival gang members out"&lt;br /&gt;"I robbed a bank."&lt;br /&gt;"I was out hustlin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Dealin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Stick-up, bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I made my own energy drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that supposed to up your rep as a bad ass gangsta? Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONETHELESS, I ROCK. GUITAR HERO DUDES, MAKE SOMETHING MORE CHALLENGING OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-8565320575274265781?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8565320575274265781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8565320575274265781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8565320575274265781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-rock.html' title='I ROCK!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-3045280583505234604</id><published>2009-04-01T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:36:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And</title><content type='html'>I kinda like this green... Like... woah... I don't know. Nice lah. I want to paint my room green. Which is a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is spring here yet? What season are we in? Winter? Spring? Somebody answer me! It's raining like I don't know what nowadays. I can't skate. It's been so long since I last stepped on a board. Which is besides the point. Is spring here yet? Hello!!! Yooohooo! Oi! OOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIII! Woit! Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... uh.. Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... Hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-3045280583505234604?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3045280583505234604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3045280583505234604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/3045280583505234604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/and.html' title='And'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-7603713688946952664</id><published>2009-04-01T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:24:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the wake of Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did my part for the recent Earth Hour thingy last Saturday but I feel I can do more. To show how much or little I care for this planet, I've decided to change the colour scheme of this blog to green for this week. Yes, I'm that damn committed. I wonder why green is the colour of choice though. Nice nature-themed colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why green? I guess I was forced. I wanted to try a rainbow coloured scheme but I don't want to appear gay so green it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming. You can't stop it really. Honestly. Scientists just don't want to tell you that. They want to cash in on this phenomenon. If we were to stop global warming, the world will have to come to a standstill. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To completely stop global warming, factories will have to be shut down, cars can't be on the road, I can't use hairspray and shit. We can't live like that can we? If factories are shut down, where will all those people work? Where will your underwear come from? The sky? (I will not like to have some piece of underwear drop out from the sky under any circumstances.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice day out... Hmmm... I guess I'll jog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Happily jogging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOP!&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch! My head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's next week's batch of underwear. Cheers! P.S: We are running out of Crocodile underwear. You mind using Renoma? e-mail me at: underwearforall@skymail.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's not really a nice experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all don't like global warming but we need to bear with it as it's a side effect of the money making process. Big wigs don't want to stop it. The people in power don't want to stop it. We can't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happens in a boardroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Environments Department guy(ED): Boss, we're emitting too much harmful gasses into the atmosphere. We have to cut down productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: That's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED: Yes, with all that gasses we emit, I think the world will end before 2012. The Mayans could've overlooked this while making their calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: I meant the productivity part. I'll lose money. I simply can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED: Boss, it's for the good of the people! For the planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Tell you what, you take a pay cut, I'll do it. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED: Ok, forget the crap I told you. Just don't cut my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is, global warming cannot be stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-7603713688946952664?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7603713688946952664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-wake-of-earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7603713688946952664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/7603713688946952664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-wake-of-earth-hour.html' title='In the wake of Earth Hour'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2132133190668744986</id><published>2009-03-31T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:24:05.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always check the size</title><content type='html'>Always check the size of stuff you buy. I should know as I bought this super cool tee from a random guy. It reads "3rd McAlister Family Reunion, Norway, Maine, 8 August 1992." I feel like I'm part of the McAlister Family now. It's super cool to me. I mean, who the hell thought of getting custom Tees just for a family reunion? Problem is, it's kinda small. It's tight. I look like some gay in it. I'm still gonna wear it though. Only at home. Hehea. I wish the sleeves are a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm McAlister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2132133190668744986?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2132133190668744986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-check-size.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2132133190668744986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2132133190668744986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-check-size.html' title='Always check the size'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-468494426782859421</id><published>2009-03-31T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:51:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forza 2 and business</title><content type='html'>Spent a few hours playing Forza Motorsport 2 yesterday and earlier today. Yes, Forza Motorsport 2. Like bloody finally. After years of waiting. (I've got that much patience) Brilliant game. I'm driving an Audi. Audi TT Coupe 3.2 Quattro. Nice car for an Audi. 4 wheel drive means the car is almost impossible to drift properly with. I like that. Drifting, while stylish and cool and what have you, actually takes precious seconds off you timing. Oh, yeah Forza 2 is a simulation which means it's bloody realistic. Bang into that slow ass jackass in front and you'd have your bumper scratched and shit. RAM INTO HIM FULL SPEED and your lights and steering and bumper get messed up. Get careless with the gas and your engine gets damaged which sucks. Still, it's fun. I even rammed my Audi into a tire wall just to see what will happen. Just don't do it while you're winning. It's just daft. I did exactly that. I get stupid sometimes. Ok, many times. Most of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great game overall. Huge improvement to Forza, which is already a great game. I wonder how they think. Creative guys they have over there. I should design my own game someday. Make it ala GTA. Guns, explosions, money, crime, corruption, cars... great game. Blam! Blam! "Take that shit, fool!" Ok, I'm a geek or a nerd or whatever you want. Video games are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's deal went better than I thought. Now I've got interest for my DVS sneaks and my used trucks. I should be able to get a good $50 or so from those. If I were to be an entrepreneur, I'd be one good one. Yes, I make smaller gains but I'll have the most customers. Reason. Negotiate. Make people like you enough and they'll look for you when they need shit. Some business owners are idiots in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should open an online shop or something, man. Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-468494426782859421?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/468494426782859421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/forza-2-and-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/468494426782859421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/468494426782859421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/forza-2-and-business.html' title='Forza 2 and business'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-2784049194909719236</id><published>2009-03-30T07:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:02:41.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always profit</title><content type='html'>Yes. I always profit. Ok, most of the time. It has got to be balanced. Profit too much and you can be called a selfish asswipe. Do I want to be called a selfish asswipe? Well, not really. It's enticing but I think I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay! Went down to Orchard Road, yes, almost on time. I reached that money making strip of road at 3.15? Yeah? Around that time. Maybe a bit earlier. At least I showed up. Yea. Not a lot of people there for a Sunday to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Upi at the KFC/Mc'Donald's (They are actually living in harmony side by side in Takashimaya) and treated her to a Happy Meal. It was what she asked for, man. I didn't get the toy. I wanted the Spiderman toy. Damn. Should've asked for it. After the "lunch", I had no idea where to go actually but to say I came all the way to Takashimaya just to enjoy Mc'Donald's seems kinda daft. Well,it is quite frankly. This is where genius comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out to the skatepark in the rain. Pouring rain. Thank goodness for newspapers. I met my homie Marcos and some other random guys I knew chilling near the MRT station. I have a tendency to look at the shoes they are wearing. (Habit cultivated from work.) I saw this paticular guy whose shoe had a mouth. (It's torn and snaps like a crocodile. Completely destroyed. An embarrassment.) I offered him the Lakais I was wearing. Kingston 2s, man. Nigga shit. Sold them for $25. Making the deal today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the investors/economy-guys out there, there's always money to be made if you know how to use your eyes.(Quite literally) So look harder, buy better spectacles or contacts or something and GO HEAL THE BLOODY ECONOMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-2784049194909719236?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2784049194909719236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-always-profit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2784049194909719236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/2784049194909719236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-always-profit.html' title='I always profit'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-428265759970105938</id><published>2009-03-29T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:49:17.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub-post Of The Week : Shove It.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's back. Only on Sundays. Yeah. Like the Sunday times or shit like that. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys but I hate, yes, absolutely hate, aunties who push and shove for no good reason. (Or anybody else for that matter.) If you're somebody I know, I'll maybe get less annoyed but if you're some random sunnuvabitch out in the streets, there's a great chance I might get pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever push/shove/nudge me if I don't know you. Ever. I just don't like it. I'm not deaf that I can't hear a polite "Excuse me". Ok, maybe if it's not that polite, I can still accept it but what the hell did I do to you to make you shout and scream at me, jackass? No need to push and shove and squirm. Did you forget your manners or something? Imagine if somebody pushed/shoved/nudged/squirmed behind you, would you not feel like "the guy behind me is seriously wishing for an early death, who the hell let this guy out?" It's just plain rude and who says you can touch me you dirty fella. Go find somebody else to touch, sick sunnuvabitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have no problems with it and may be asking why I have issues with this phenomenon in public. Firstly, I find it annoying. What the hell have I ever done to you to warrant a shove from you? secondly, that person may be a dirty bastard who should be in jail. Oh, don't think guys don't get that sort of attention, ladies. We have oue share too. Seriously ladies, would you want some unknown uncle(I'm being polite here...) touching your back? Your boyfriend can't even hold your hand and this dirty geezer is touching your back, making you move faster? See the reasoning behind this? Thirdly, he may be a pickpocket. ANYBODY CAN BE A PICKPOCKET! Yes, even the bloody aunties! You stop to buy something and go, "Where the hell is my bloody wallet?! SHIIIIT!" So yeah, I'm worried about losing my money. Yes, I am. Aren't you? oh don't be so goody-goody. You know you give a shit about cash. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 3 good reasons already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the offender(I know it's the wrong word) is late and rushing, that's his bloody problem. MAKE HIM ARRIVE LATER! He probably deserves it. Ok, HE DESERVES IT. I just realised that I'm always potraying the offender as a male. I'm being gentlemanly here, ok? Don't think ladies aren't guilty of it. THEY ARE. Don't argue. You know I'm right as the right turn, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't lke being pushed from behind. Wrecks my mood. If I had my way, I would have tripped the person as they pass me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shoved aside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asswipe..."*trip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah!" and falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA!HA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I behave myself in public. Or try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, the crap older people give about teenagers nowadays being rude and inconsiderate? We learnt it from you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet Upi for her break. Hope I can make it on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-428265759970105938?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/428265759970105938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/sub-post-of-week-shove-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/428265759970105938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/428265759970105938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/sub-post-of-week-shove-it.html' title='Sub-post Of The Week : Shove It.'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-8222092333362670497</id><published>2009-03-29T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:07:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days In the life...</title><content type='html'>I have been sleeping a lot lately. Almost 10 hours a day. I'd sleep like 2.am in the morning and only wake up around 11 plus. It's not the best sleeping arrangement. You'd still feel tired. I feel tired. Ok, maybe it's because I just came back home at 5 a.m this morning. No, 6 a.m this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Friday first. What the hell did I do on Friday anyway? After prayers, I....stayed home? No? Oh yeah! I remember now. Went to J.P in the evening. Sissy younger brother bought new soccer boots. I personally think it's a waste of $80 to buy him boots. He won't even make it into the bloody team and will spend 1/2 his time in rugby warming the bloody benches and the 1/2 injured. My '2' key is acting up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw plenty of (I'm so uncomfortable with this term) "Boonlayians and ex-Boonlayians" at JP. There was Hairizad, Huda, Aisyah, Some kid I don't know, Sakinah, Suhana and Upi (:D). That's quite a comprehensive list. Saw Sakinah at Fairprice and the interchange. She bought so many Kinder Joys. For the kids, I presume. I bought Gatsby Moving Rubber. Green one. My dad asked if I wanted a bicycle and I declined because that would mean I have to cycle home from JP. I wouldn't even have the chance to use the bike because he would use the bike to go to work. No point buying me a bike that I cannot use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...Street soccer. Woke up at... what? 11 a.m? Almost 12. I seriously need to adjust my sleeping patterns. Then watched TV till around 3.45 before making my way down to the court. Played a decent session. Shots were rarely off target, dribbling was okay, passing was okay. Not a bad session at all. Scored loads of goals. (Dude, I'm bloody Lumino Man! He's back.) Ya'kub was a good goalkeeper. Surprise, surprise. Nobody can stop me from scoring though. Face it guys, it's a fact. One way or another, I'll put that ball into the bloody goal no matter what you put in front of it. It's just a matter of time. Highlight of day will be Shukri hoofing the ball over the fence and into the drain(Wonder how he did that). Almost everybody went into the drain. I'm not a big fan of drains so I stayed in the court. Drains and me, no-no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBI! I WILL BUY THAT 5800 BEFORE YOU! We're not in the best of terms with each other (and I desperately hope that changes soon) but I'll still get that bloody phone before you! I just need 6 people to donate $50 to me each. That way I don't have to sign a contract. (NOT a big fan of contracts) I'm thinking whether I should stick my tongue out. Nah...(I know this is bloody random. Let me have my fun once in a while, ok? It's depressing enough...{you know what I mean} Maybe I'm craaaaaazy. I know I'm bloody crazy one way or another. (:]) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth hour! I supported Earth hour by not being at home. Good enough. At least I know there's bloody Earth Hour. I knew from like few weeks ago. Benefits of watching Discovery Channel. IT'S ONE COOL CHANNEL, OK?! You have issues with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Amz, Rais and Aman at 12 a.m today at P.M. watched movies from laptops. Wonders of modern technology, people. Get a bloody Mac. It's good shit. Watched Role Models on Amzar's laptop. It went dead before the movie was finished. Thank goodness Aman came just in time. Watched The Rocker on Aman's Mac. That thing has got battery life like I've got money when I'm bloody attached. (It means, "a lot" because I don't mind not eating for an entire week just to save a few bucks. When I'm actually attached that is.) I know it's weird but it's true. Happy people don't need food. Ok, that's untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's it. I keep thinking that today is a Monday. Seriously messed up. &lt;br /&gt;"242 da start running lum ah?" I actually forgot that 242 doesn't go to my house anymore. I have to take bloody 241. I'm tripping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-8222092333362670497?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8222092333362670497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-days-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8222092333362670497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/8222092333362670497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-days-in-life.html' title='2 days In the life...'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-6686248012989068550</id><published>2009-03-27T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:22:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to underage smoking</title><content type='html'>Yea, I know it's quite a few posts but I'm not going to drop a subject just like that. I'm out of ideas anyway. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underage smoking is, quite sadly, rampant in Singapore. I have no problems with guys and girls who smoke, really. Just don't ask a stranger for cigarettes. It's quite dumb. For all you know, he might be a what's-that-agency's officer or something like that in a clever disguise and fine you on the spot. There goes your allowance for 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have you read what was found in counterfeit cigarettes? Damn, I don't want to pay to smoke some man's poop. Gross. That's worse than tar. Gross. Ewww! Eckh!*cough!* *Vomits* *vomits blood* (sick!) I'd rather fork out the cash to buy legal cigarettes. At least they haven't made a trip to some dirty toilet. (I have issues with dirty toilets too.)  Yeah, mind what you put into your mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, don't smoke in your bloody school uniform in full view of the public. That's just daft. "Oh look at me! I'm smoking and I'm only 14! I'm a man! Wooo! This is the school I go to! Ha!" (Smacks head) What are you? Dumb? Damn. It doesn't help if you act like you're some tough guy either. All I've got to do is complain to your school, call the what's-that-agency on you and look who's begging for mercy. So yeah, if you want to smoke, go somewhere you can't be seen smoking. Not outside some fast food outlet. Stupid kids these days. Wonder what their brains are for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since I've mentioned dirty toilets, I might as well post something about it. I have serious issues with dirty toilets. I don't know about the ladies' toilets but the guy's toilets are mostly so full of shit, you don't feel like taking a shit in there. I mean, the bowls are full with tissue...and too gross to mention stuff. Damn. How can you miss that big bowl while you're taking a shit? Makes me wonder if some people take their poop while standing up. It's like, impossible to miss! Aaaaargh! *kicks out in frustration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim! Especially when you pee! Guys! I am sick of seeing the floor around the bowl wet with pee! It puts me off. I don't want to stain my nice shoes and smell like some uncle's pee for the rest of the day do I? Makes me wonder how we'll do in times of war. If guys can miss a huge target less than 1m away, what are their chances of hitting an enemy like 500m away? I shudder at the thought. Maybe they'll train us to aim properly in the army someday although I'll hate to live to see that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok recruit, I want you to aim for the water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIR, YES SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tinkles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RECRUIT! ADJUST YOUR AIM To THE LEFT! TO THE LEFT! YOU'RE WETTING MY BOOTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIR, YES SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUT OF ummm... AMMO, SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK! Ummm....(reload doesn't sound right) DRINK MORE WATER! GO! GO! GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIR, YES SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be... well, awkward. Move along... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the cleaners? What are they doing? I see schedules and they're all ticked. Even tomorrow's shift is done and the week after. Wow. Am I living in the past? What the hell are you people doing? Makan gaji buta aje! (direct translation: eat blind pay only! Malay idiom for someone who doesn't do his or her job properly. Used when the person is getting paid to do the job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there's a lot of problems with today's society and you can really see the good, the bad an the straight up ugly if you just take your time to use your 5 senses. It's not all that hard to do. Ok, add common sense to the 5 senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip to people who suffer writer's block: Just think of one thing and other ideas connected to it will come flowing in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-6686248012989068550?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6686248012989068550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-underage-smoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6686248012989068550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/6686248012989068550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-underage-smoking.html' title='back to underage smoking'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-4485729863836671674</id><published>2009-03-27T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:46:59.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landmark tag!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Faezah for being the first visitor to post something on the tagboard! Her tag was posted on 27th March at 0036hrs. That's quick. She wins...nothing except this small, short post of recognition! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to take this opportunity to apologize to Sufiana for being unable to accompany her to TAKASHIMAYA later today. Sorry, sayang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations again to Faezah or Ez! Great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-4485729863836671674?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4485729863836671674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/landmark-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4485729863836671674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/4485729863836671674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/landmark-tag.html' title='Landmark tag!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5113971896475550656</id><published>2009-03-26T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:37:49.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple!</title><content type='html'>Smoooooke On The Waaaater! Yeah, (apparently) that was the song playing on my Windows Media Player while I was selecting the colour scheme for this blog. Smoke ain't purple and neither is water but the name of the band which recorded that song is Deep Purple so I chose the colour purple. Iconic guitar riff on that one too. 0, 3, 5! 0, 3, 6, 5! 0, 3, 5! 3, 0! Play that on your G string. I mean the guitar's G string. Ok, forget it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the colour scheme does seem to suggest that I'm being somewhat "gay" or tripping on shrooms like a hippie. Kinda takes you back in time to the 60s. Oooh, brilliant idea just popped up in my head. I will make a mental note to myself that all photos that appear in this blog shall be negatives. Meaning they will be in black and white. RETE-RO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like the mambo, ska and somewhat quirky tunes on the player currently. First song on the list is Do You Wanna by The Kooks. "I know you wanna make love to me!" I suggest you don't attempt to even if you really want to. Dire consequences shall follow those who choose to ignore that warning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is Papa Loves Mambo by Perry Como. I doubt that anybody has ever heard of him. All I know is that he is an old bird now. This song was featured in a Nike advertisement during the 2002 FIFA World Cup if my memory serves me right. Part of the OLE campaign. Brazil vs Portugal. Referee tackles Ronaldinho. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last on the list is Sell Out by Reel Big Fish. It's a very old song and it is the first ever song from the Ska genre that got to me. I personally like the lyrics, "spend all your money" that appears in the song. I came across this song while playing FIFA 2000 on my Playstation. That was years ago. It plays when you go onto the Transfers screen. It's amazing how I can remember these little, unimportant parts of my life and forget yesterday's homework. Life's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I would like it if you guys tell me your blog url-s via the tagboard. Just say "hi" or whatever you wanna say and include a link. It will be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw my guitar move on it's own. Weird. Maybe I'm sleepy. Maybe all this purple isn't doing me a world of good or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm craaaazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm craaaazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm craaaazy&lt;br /&gt;Just like yoooouuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the chorus from Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. Yea, that fat guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5113971896475550656?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5113971896475550656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5113971896475550656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5113971896475550656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/purple.html' title='Purple!'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5045323628694801137</id><published>2009-03-26T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:03:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note from the construction company.</title><content type='html'>In the construction process of this blog, I received a letter from the guys working on it. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear valued customer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regret to inform you that we will have to make running adjustments to this blog over time to meet your ridiculous and ever changing demands. They have forced us to exceed our time frame for this project. We do hope you know by now how your blog should look like. We simply cannot keep working on this project forever. Our workers are tired and they have to go home to rest. Their wives have been calling non-stop asking why they have not returned home since yesterday. While we value your patronage, we hope that you keep in mind the basic needs and welfare of our workers. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;The Construction Firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's about done. Now, to reveal this simply atrocious piece of I-don't-know-what-to-call-it to the world. Let's just hope people will attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5045323628694801137?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5045323628694801137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-from-construction-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5045323628694801137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5045323628694801137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-from-construction-company.html' title='A note from the construction company.'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166817721964676624.post-5250730921496921530</id><published>2009-03-25T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:32:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning.</title><content type='html'>First post on a spanking new blog. Okay, maybe spanking new sounds inappropriate. Let's change it to brand new blog, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post on a brand new blog. That sounds better and more suited to the masses. I'm currently thinking up of topics or rather, trying to think up of topics, to post on this brand new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is currently a blank. Well not really but you get what I mean. Let us have some form of formality around here. I a such a bad host. Welcome to stupidrulersoftoday.bs.com (blogspot, mind you.). You might be wondering why I chose STUPIDRULERSOFTODAY as my url address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that way. We are facing some sort of crisis in almost every important sector and just because some idiots, yes, idiots made the wrong decisions, we as normal, not-so-carefree people have to suffer. I wonder how idiots can hold important posts and make important decisions that affect the lives of millions of people. Who even elected these idiots anyway? Other idiots. Great answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is a bad thing. Nobody likes war. Even the winners lose something. We don't want war. THEN WHY WAGE WARS IN THE FIRST PLACE???? Oooh, he shot down a tower of mine and killed a lot of my people so I must look for that asswipe and kill him. THEN WHY BOMB A COUNTRY OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HELL THIS GUY IS HIDING? Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, let's try destroying that building. He might be in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, that's a school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you'll never know. Now nuke it, buster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocents die, no Mr. Most Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck, let's try that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on and on... (IT'S HEAVEN AND HELL!) That is a reference to the Black Sabbath song, Heaven And Hell. Sounds so much better in the Dio version. Ozzy can't sing for shit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to war. Get what I mean? Why should innocent people who probably don't even know why the hell they're being shot at be harmed due to the actions of a small group of people classified as terrorists? How can you be so certain that the terrorists are hiding in that country? Who knows? Maybe they're all hiding in Atlantis or something? Open your eyes! Then you complain that the people of that country are not cooperating. Would you help someone who bombed the school your child goes to? Where is all the commoon sense? Who could blame them for shooting back? You cannot simply expect them to be happy about being bombed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! "Ah, just another bomb! Great! How much is the bread? Here you go. Thank you. See you again." Boom! "Goodness gracious me! I might have a heart attack one of these days. Hehehe. Oh, hello Mr Bomber. How are you doing? Have you eaten? Please try not to damage my house with your bombs and can you make them less noisy? My kids are terrified. Absolutely terrified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda funny when you look at it. Seriously, it isn't such a nice life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skxahcv &lt;br /&gt;- random typing by Aqeel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On society... OKAY. It's really screwed up. Really. Literally and figuratively. Both, yes. Why? PEOPLE ARE GETTING SCREWED IN PUBLIC! The not even NC16 kids can get a load of I-don't-know-what-rating-it-is scenes for free in public sometimes as conveniently as being at their void decks at the right time. (Ok, right time... if viewed in a different manner, it sounds wrong.) Nonetheless, this has to be stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read The Newpaper on Monday, you could have noticed the front page. It was a feature about a couple having their sexy time at ECP, in broad daylight, sitting on the prominent breakwaters that line the very public beach, in full view of the little kids. (Shakes head solemnly) Kids these days...Ok, they might be older than me but... well, I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guys and girls, if you want to have your pre-marital sexy time with your partners, as much as I disapprove of it, go somewhere private. Like a room. With only you people inside. Not under the hot sun, on the beach. I don't know if that's a nice place to have your sexy time at but just who do you think you are? If your mummy or daddy owned the beach, then what can I say about that but you're on public property, people. Wooohooo! We can see you! Hello! Why don't you wave your lightsaber to that family under the tree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, man. Think about others for once. Maybe it's good, I seriously don't know but damn it, man we don't want to see you enjoy yourselves in that manner. It's something our society in general are not prepared to accept and I say this kind of behaviour cannot be accepted ever. Imagine old couples doing it beside you on the MRT. I'll come out of the carriage blind. Maybe you guys come from a different society but you still have to keep in mind what others might think of you. Maybe you couldn't care less but those who saw it are actually disgusted by what you presented to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kids I'm worried about. You walk along the beach with your 4 year-old kid and he/she (I'm being fair here) sees what's happening and asks, "Mummy/Daddy, why is that lady eating that man's lightsaber?" How would you answer that question? Don't post answers. I don't want to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, think about that when you feel like having your sexy time in the middle of Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underage smoking. While I am guilty of it, I quit soon after. Start young, quit young. While I was at it, I don't go around asking people for ciggarettes. "Bro, ade rokok?" WHAT THE FUCK? Dude, you're like 13 years old! Life isn't attractive enough for you? Damn. As you can see, I've somewhat matured to be more sensible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to end your life early, by all means, do whatever you want, I can't be bothered but don't ask me to assist you do it. If you can't afford to end your life early, don't do it. Simple equation. Saves me a few dollars too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue is to be continued on my next post. Currently, I wish to watch a culinary show on Travel And Living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166817721964676624-5250730921496921530?l=stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5250730921496921530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5250730921496921530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166817721964676624/posts/default/5250730921496921530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidrulersoftoday.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning.html' title='The beginning.'/><author><name>Aki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
