<?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-5000848</id><updated>2011-08-09T16:48:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noun: muggee</title><subtitle type='html'>1. A victim of a mugging
"the law seems to give more protection to the mugger than to the muggee"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-8226562842174914235</id><published>2008-08-08T21:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:36:54.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agoraphobia.I’ve realized that a possible way forward, is to present my images in a coherent way, a set with a unifying theme. This is easy when it comes to a single event or a single holiday, but how about over a month, over a year. To take pictures with a single theme in mind now that’s a real challenge and I guess it forces you to think.In a way I guess this somewhat contradicts what I said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/8226562842174914235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=8226562842174914235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/8226562842174914235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/8226562842174914235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2008/08/agoraphobia-ive-realized-that-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2178/2735686852_929e00f635_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-3272040966194979433</id><published>2008-06-23T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:27:38.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On geometry and space.. by hinius&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/3272040966194979433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=3272040966194979433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3272040966194979433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3272040966194979433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2364478036_48a295d1f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-3488617957946591639</id><published>2008-06-01T11:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:28:51.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On family.Recently, i watched this documentary by the bbc called the genius of photography, a 6 part series, the 5th part was entitled "we are family". This is the site http://www.bbc.co.uk/photography/genius/gallery/sultan.shtml it basically discusses how photographers having explored the streets, nature etc. now turned their cameras towards their private lives and their families. i was quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/3488617957946591639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=3488617957946591639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3488617957946591639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3488617957946591639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-family.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-3522918335694812623</id><published>2008-05-26T14:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:32:06.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On light.untitled by billygomezThe above photograph was taken by billygomez. For ages i wondered how he managed to produce such portraits. The colour and contrast are superbly rendered as is the expression. the secret lies partly in the equipment, the lens, a certain canon 135mm f2L, which is unbelievably sharp even at f2, and renders colours perfectly, and produces flawless bokeh. The other part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/3522918335694812623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=3522918335694812623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3522918335694812623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3522918335694812623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-light-above-photograph-was-taken-by.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2011/2496211441_b0b5a76d76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-3571256892288334538</id><published>2008-05-25T12:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:33:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black Dog.For sentimental reasons, and also cause flickr and blogger are connectable, i've decided not to start a new blog but to continue the old one. i read through a few of my old posts and (insert all the cliches about how time flies here). so what has changed? in summary, nothing much. so lets pretend i've cleared all the dust and the old furniture(literally) and start again, now. i want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/3571256892288334538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=3571256892288334538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3571256892288334538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/3571256892288334538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-sentimental-reasons-ive-decided-not.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-115493122785037441</id><published>2006-08-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:13:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes. While the rest of the world starts on Monday, school starts on Friday, which happens to be the only day that ends at 11.00am, forevermore. And that’s pretty much it. The end of life as we know it.     What happened to the clubs and societies, the competitive sports, the tension and conflict, the stimulating lectures and the exciting projects. Somehow, it was just all so boring, mundane, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/115493122785037441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=115493122785037441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115493122785037441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115493122785037441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-115280388731947445</id><published>2006-07-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:18:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And one and a half months later, contrary to popular planning, I have settled for the 4th option, which is basically, do nothing. It’s not really an option but the path of least resistance, or rather a matter of consequence. Well, nothing isn’t really nothing, I mean I’ve only woken up at 1300 on 5/7 days of the week, followed by the religious viewing of discovery travel &amp; living, the oprah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/115280388731947445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=115280388731947445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115280388731947445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115280388731947445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-one-and-half-months-later-contrary.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-115280291049195414</id><published>2006-07-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:01:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this in early June, but somehow forgot to post it.     The longest break ever.After the initial few moments of exhilaration, overwhelmed by the thought of freedom, the sheer amount of time available, compounded by the lack of meaningful things to do within the ridiculous amounts of time, further exacerbated by the lack of monetary means, leads to an ever deepening well of boredom and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/115280291049195414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=115280291049195414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115280291049195414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/115280291049195414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wrote-this-in-early-june-but-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113931965109437195</id><published>2006-02-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:40:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Fantasy – Advent children, is one great movie. For fans of the series, especially those who’ve played FF7, it’s a dream come true, especially when all the old characters start popping out of nowhere within the span of 5 minutes to battle a egantic flying behemoth; and cloud pulls out an omnislash like move against Sephiroth near the end.       The fight scenes will put any self-styled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113931965109437195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113931965109437195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113931965109437195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113931965109437195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/02/final-fantasy-advent-children-is-one_07.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113915255292821334</id><published>2006-02-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:15:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.A Salvatore created one of the most controversial and well-loved characters in fantasy, Drizzt Do’Urden, the dark elf turned good, constantly battling with his inner demons; accompanied by an unlikely party consisting of a dwarf, 2 humans and a Halfling, in classic D&amp;D style. Salvatore has a mesmerizing way of describing battles, but even the most interesting of narratives can get dull after a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113915255292821334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113915255292821334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113915255292821334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113915255292821334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/02/r.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113809599014850808</id><published>2006-01-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:46:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don’t read a lot of fantasy…   There! You’ve just made my point. Fantasy has become such a mundane and “restrictive” genre, that people can actually get bored of the entire genre. We’re speaking of an entire genre here.      This kind of repetitiveness is not seen in other genres (perhaps in romance). I think the best way to look at it would be the overwhelming number of “bad” fantasy books out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113809599014850808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113809599014850808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113809599014850808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113809599014850808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-read-lot-of-fantasy-there-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113784894826910200</id><published>2006-01-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:09:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasy is my favourite genre, not only because of the books but also because of the great games and movies. It allows the mind to wander into a world that is more than just matter. It transcends the boundaries of reality into something deeper, darker, more mysterious than mystery and more complicated than life. However, I feel that in the past 20 years, the fantasy genre hasn’t really developed,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113784894826910200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113784894826910200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113784894826910200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113784894826910200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/01/fantasy-is-my-favourite-genre-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113768063884401249</id><published>2006-01-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:23:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here’s to Guild Wars, PC Game of the Year, Best Action RPG, and Best Graphics – Artistic according to Play Magazine and many others. Guild wars is a stunning game, not only because of the free online play that redefines the entire MMORPG genre (which normally requires you to pay a monthly subscription of up to $25 as in World of Warcraft), but also because of the astonishingly good graphics.     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113768063884401249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113768063884401249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113768063884401249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113768063884401249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-to-guild-wars-pc-game-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113506877744479211</id><published>2005-12-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:52:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. It’s scary when you actually know how easy it is to die. A bullet, a fall, a crash, instant, painless death.    2. But scarier when you know how easy it is to lose nearly everything you’ve worked for all your life to achieve.     3. And it’s definitely scariest when you know how easy it is to contract a wasting, incurable disease.    AIDS can be contracted from kissing, spitting, biting, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113506877744479211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113506877744479211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113506877744479211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113506877744479211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113473697300466992</id><published>2005-12-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:42:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past week, I’ve been having this strange urge to refurbish the house, starting with my room.  I’ve visited IKEA 4 times spending 32987408 hours browsing, and another 293847908 hours assembling the furniture, vigourously drilling holes, screwing and hammering and such. And I’ve now got the ultimate chair. And the ultimate bedside table. Unfortunately I think the lamp still casts the wrong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113473697300466992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113473697300466992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113473697300466992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113473697300466992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-past-week-ive-been-having-this.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113457877958818369</id><published>2005-12-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:46:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“sudoku? Haha”   “yeah i shouldn’t have started”   “i think its quite pointless   why do you want to put numbers into squares?”   “why do people put words in squares”   “i know my point exactly”   “it's a game. why do people play games”   “because they are bored   a substitue for enjoyment   in life”   “i think most things in life can be considered as games”   “thats nonsense”   “why. according </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113457877958818369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113457877958818369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113457877958818369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113457877958818369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/12/sudoku-haha-yeah-i-shouldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113344287401902360</id><published>2005-12-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:14:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems as though there’s an obsessive link between education in Singapore and research. At first, back in primary 4, IRS (individualized research study) was a novelty, then when they brought it over to secondary school (up to secondary 3), it became a chore. Then there was PBW, and now FRS (free research studies), the whole concept has just gone stale.      One would think that after 9 years of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113344287401902360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113344287401902360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113344287401902360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113344287401902360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-seems-as-though-theres-obsessive.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113324434661133886</id><published>2005-11-29T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:05:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve always had a problem with sleeping too much. It’s not like I stay up very late, or overexert myself, it’s just that I’m a sleepy person. Or perhaps I’ve got some sort of disease or metabolic disorder, in which case, shiv.      The life span of an alarm clock in my house is approximately 6 months. After this period of time, a number of things can happen   1. The second hand stops moving   2. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113324434661133886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113324434661133886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113324434661133886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113324434661133886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-always-had-problem-with-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113275205722450098</id><published>2005-11-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:20:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physician Development Program      “Wah PDP was damn exciting today… we saw some guy with complete muscular atrophy and some 4 year old girl with acute pneumonia with 10 plus IV drips… and her whole family was there crying and…”   “If I may interrupt, exciting is not how I would describe that…”   “If I may interrupt, exciting is getting to spend 4 hours in an OT, watching an operation live.”   “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113275205722450098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113275205722450098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113275205722450098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113275205722450098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/physician-development-program-wah-pdp.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113249997446974604</id><published>2005-11-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:19:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 2 greatest things to eat while studying or playing a strategy/puzzle based com game are ice cream and/or M&amp;Ms.       Ice Cream. If I had the money, or lived in America, (ice cream there is dirt cheap) my freezer would be stocked with pints and pints of ice cream, doesn’t matter what flavour or brand as long as it’s creamy and cold and sweet. Like my GP teacher likes to say, “…. is like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113249997446974604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113249997446974604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113249997446974604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113249997446974604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-greatest-things-to-eat-while.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113222828771317551</id><published>2005-11-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:59:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what did you learn today?     ***, “Why do the kidneys ascend…? ….err wait never mind, I already know the answer.”   Prof, “So tell me then.”   ***, “God knows.”   Prof, “Thanks for the compliment.”     Remember when you believed everything worked because of magic?   When you kept asking “Why?” until the simplest reason your parents could give you, just to get you off their backs was “magic”?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113222828771317551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113222828771317551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113222828771317551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113222828771317551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-what-did-you-learn-today-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113180116184436047</id><published>2005-11-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:12:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory      “Mary Boleyn catches the eye of Henry the 8th when she comes to court as a girl of 14. Dazzled by the golden prince, Mary’s joy is cut short when she discovers that she is a pawn in the dynastic plots of her family. When the capricious king’s interest wanes, Mary is ordered to pass on her knowledge of how to please him to her friend and rival: her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113180116184436047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113180116184436047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113180116184436047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113180116184436047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/other-boleyn-girl-by-philippa-gregory.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113120251919157475</id><published>2005-11-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:55:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day my com nearly died.      I felt almost as happy as if I had made it to the dean’s list. Ok no, if I ever make it to the dean’s list I’d be more incredulous than anything else. But that’s not the point. After 234989 hours of searching and tweaking and such I have finally unlocked the secret to mounting cd images and bypassing cd recognition. Alcohol&gt;Daemon tools these days. The guys that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113120251919157475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113120251919157475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113120251919157475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113120251919157475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-my-com-nearly-died.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113052319993198733</id><published>2005-10-29T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:13:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GGgGggGGGggGCivilization 4 and Age of Empires 3 are both out at the same time!!!!! I really don’t need to sleep anymore.The Civilization 1,2,3 and now 4 have got to be the most addictive and time consuming games of all time. Civ3 was hell when I had to micromanage 20349580948 cities(clearing pollution, trade routes, food, water, religion, political unrest, tech trees, production …..)Part of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113052319993198733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113052319993198733' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113052319993198733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113052319993198733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/10/gggggggggggg-civilization-4-and-age-of.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-113015548592861533</id><published>2005-10-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:04:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“What blood type are you?”“errr… A+”“Oh did you know a vegetarian diet suits you the best?”“No… I don’t really like vegetables…”“That’s terrible. “So what do you like to eat then?”“He sneaks downstairs quietly every night to cook himself a big bowl of instant noodles!”“Eeeeee… did you know they use cheap oil to fry those instant noodles. Especially those from china, you think they sell for half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/113015548592861533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=113015548592861533' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113015548592861533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/113015548592861533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-blood-type-are-you-errr-oh-did.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112972887113154837</id><published>2005-10-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:34:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“There’s tutorial later.”“Are you serous?”“No I’m mucous.”There’s something about…a well-timed fireball, a well-thrown grenade, a lucky critical strike, getting invited to join a clan, dribbling past 4 defenders, leveling up, getting through a difficult part after many saves and reloads, storming Normandy, finding legendary items, midair acrobatics, dual-wielding, building an empire, crushing the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112972887113154837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112972887113154837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112972887113154837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112972887113154837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-tutorial-later.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112947585699911504</id><published>2005-10-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:17:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I go through lull periods when I don’t feel like writing or posting anything. It’s like nothing in the world can possibly interest me or sound interesting to anyone interested in reading. If you take a look at my archives you’ll notice several large gaps. These are known as bloglidays. During a blogliday, I return occasionally to place a few random posts, like this oneThe great thing about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112947585699911504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112947585699911504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112947585699911504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112947585699911504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-go-through-lull-periods-when-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112843031984471166</id><published>2005-10-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:51:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven’t been updating. Actually I have an entry for nearly everyday, it’s just that sometimes I just don’t feel like posting, or it’s inappropriate, or I’m afraid I’ll get vigourously sued and black-listed and such. Anyway to summariseLife’s cycleSleepin is the enzyme actively synthesized at night. However at 7.00am everyday, Sleepin is competitively inhibited by the enzyme alarmclockinase.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112843031984471166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112843031984471166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112843031984471166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112843031984471166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112653247378861744</id><published>2005-09-12T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:47:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Would you like to enroll at BBDC?"The first thing you would notice when you step inside is the well-furnished, clean, modern-looking interior with friendly women dressed in uniforms at the ready to answer your every question.Stay there a little while longer. And you will notice that at the ring of the bell, floods of people will start pouring in and out, accompanied by men in strange blue and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112653247378861744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112653247378861744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112653247378861744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112653247378861744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/would-you-like-to-enroll-at-bbdc-first.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112653088894676066</id><published>2005-09-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:14:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>45 minutes of lectureI’m here today to take over Prof **** because she is busy with some work overseas… Take a look at this patient’s blood data report… notice the low levels of red blood cells…. Case , 11 month old infant is taken to see family physician after mother noticed swelling of joints and easy bruising… anyone know what condition he is suffering from?...(1 minute of uneasy silence)A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112653088894676066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112653088894676066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112653088894676066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112653088894676066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/45-minutes-of-lecture-im-here-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112601851838766031</id><published>2005-09-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:55:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear spam,Thank you for filling up my mail box.Thank you for the friends such as Richard K.Lee,  Gingerly G.Crayola, Limpid V.Twinning and Toy R.Meningitis, who never fail to keep in touch with a friendly “hej.” Or “Good aftnroteno.”Without you I would’ve never have known about the New Pharmacy E-store with the msot cheap cialis and viagra and delivered fast, and stuff like The Extender which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112601851838766031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112601851838766031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112601851838766031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112601851838766031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-spam-thank-you-for-filling-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112593472973541962</id><published>2005-09-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:38:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let’s lunch in a bunchI don’t understand why nobody wants to buy food from the Italian stall (Bambino’s), at the science canteen. The food isn’t that bad, although it’s not as filling; but the important thing is, there is no freaking queue.While buying lunch“Why are there so many spoons and no forks?”“Cause its spoonful.”Tutorials shouldn’t be called tutorials, but instead, they should be renamed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112593472973541962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112593472973541962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112593472973541962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112593472973541962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/lets-lunch-in-bunch-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112584402445969029</id><published>2005-09-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:27:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting on my nerves.Sad facts of life. The tutorials and practicals are too long. 2 hours? After 1 hour I switch off and start talking rubbish with whoever is obliging enough.As a proud member of the mugger’s club, I feel the need to step up a gear and prove my worth. I’m getting vigourously out mugged these days. people usually think that RJ is synonymous with mugging, but seriously we hardly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112584402445969029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112584402445969029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112584402445969029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112584402445969029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-on-my-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112558033277439364</id><published>2005-09-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:14:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There’s something seriously wrong with NUS and SBS.95 takes 24957984 hours to come in the afternoons and when it does come it’s filled with 235069890 people aka “Sorry please take the next bus.”During peak periods aka morning and evening the bus is again filled with 294576946 people. Today, I had to for wait half an hour just to get on 95 because every bus that came was full. It appears that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112558033277439364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112558033277439364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112558033277439364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112558033277439364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/09/theres-something-seriously-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112549952563655406</id><published>2005-08-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:51:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School of SkillsJoin Loo Lin’s tennis friends today! We meet after school on random days, when everyone coincidentally brings their rackets and balls. Don’t worry if you’ve forgotten to bring your racket, there’ll always be extra, and what’s that? You’ve forgotten to bring a change of clothes? No problem we have lab coats to lend! We play from 1300 onwards till about 1700. Who cares about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112549952563655406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112549952563655406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112549952563655406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112549952563655406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-of-skills-join-loo-lins-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112539320130950691</id><published>2005-08-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:14:02.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendly friends indeed.The best way to have a conversation with someone whom you have never met before.“What JC did you come from?”“What was your CCA?” (which would most often be irritatingly replied with a ‘guess’)“Do you know *****?”And if the answer to the last question is yes, then the rest of the conversation would be centralised around that one person.However, if the person has been in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112539320130950691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112539320130950691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112539320130950691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112539320130950691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendly-friends-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112504400868048164</id><published>2005-08-26T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:13:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m in the land where people never stop mugging. Where 3 hours of lecture and 2 hours of tutorial at one shot is routine. (oh sure I remembered everything the tutor said… it’s easy…) Where everyone tries to out mug each other. (What? Haha... You’ve only mugged the muscles of the anterior part of the forearm?) Where the textbooks cost in excess of $300. (We don’t practise budget medicine here) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112504400868048164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112504400868048164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112504400868048164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112504400868048164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-in-land-where-people-never-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112494915828078823</id><published>2005-08-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:52:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the bus stop.There was a little girl no older than 6, who was sitting on one of those high metal benches (the ones that slope). She was happily swinging her legs, rocking her body back and forth, humming some tune I did not recognise, with not a care in the world.Her mother was nearby with her brother.“TOMMY! Will you stop running around and sit still for a moment!...”“When’s the bus coming? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112494915828078823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112494915828078823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112494915828078823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112494915828078823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-bus-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112488050843078131</id><published>2005-08-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:56:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sTaRt sChh sO sO SiaNzz..bbOrInGg...eVeRyDaYy wAkE uP EaRlYy gO ScH wOrhX..sCh bErI fAr SoMe MoRe .. sO tIrEd..aT cLz wAn tO sLppp...yAwN...eRm...ErM...eVeRyDaYyyy bRiNg A LoTz oF bOokZzz...So hEaVy...mY bAck sO pAiN...nOw tEarCheR gAvE a lOtZ oF hW tO sO bUsY ...i wAnT tO rEsTzzzz... bUt sTiLl mUsT gO LeArN dRiVinG… sIaN… eVeRyNiGhTt mUsT gO n fIgHt tO bOok… sO eX wOrHx...sO nOww I wAtCh e tV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112488050843078131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112488050843078131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112488050843078131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112488050843078131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/start-schh-so-so-sianzz.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112455624110854230</id><published>2005-08-21T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:44:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You’re leaving on a jet planeDon’t know when you’ll be back again.The last time in a long time.Family, there’s nothing like it.19 years, the people I’ve grown up with, with only 7 years separating the oldest from the youngest, and a walk able distance to each other’s house; it’s not surprising that we’ve grown so close.Dinners, lunches, holidays (Italy, Spain, China, Thailand, Japan, Indonesia, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112455624110854230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112455624110854230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112455624110854230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112455624110854230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-leaving-on-jet-plane-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112446140483756791</id><published>2005-08-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:23:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flip a coin. Watch how it lands.Just a few hours. Nothing I say can possibly bridge the gaps. So I don’t really say anything. But during those few hours, I take heart that we can still connect.(And after the magic is gone) In the coal black night, illuminated by the glow of street lamps and car lights, our paths crossed for that instant, when it used to be entwined. I saw the despair and perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112446140483756791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112446140483756791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112446140483756791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112446140483756791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/flip-coin.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112438391494696138</id><published>2005-08-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:51:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ends usually come so swiftly and never at the right time.But when you look back and remember all the memories; and share the moments, knowing that you will never relive them again; you would say that although they were short-lived, they were the best you ever had, and would not have traded them for the world. For those were the times which burnt the brightest, turning to ash just as quickly as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112438391494696138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112438391494696138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112438391494696138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112438391494696138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/ends-usually-come-so-swiftly-and-never.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112428252914889646</id><published>2005-08-17T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:42:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing com until way past midnight.Sneaking downstairs to watch tv when everyones asleep.Pretending to study when you’re not.Being selfish and self-indulgent.Oh when are you going to stop this childish behaviour.You’re already 19.Learning how to shoot and kill.Plans of owning a car.Thoughts about living by yourself.What am I going to specialize in?“Listen to me I’m your mother.”Oh you’re only 19.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112428252914889646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112428252914889646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112428252914889646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112428252914889646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/playing-com-until-way-past-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112411935848999378</id><published>2005-08-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:22:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and for all those emotional junkies out there who're addicted to heart-wrenching, tear-inducing novels check out.1. My sister's keeper2. I know this much is Trueunder my allconsuming toolbar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112411935848999378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112411935848999378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112411935848999378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112411935848999378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-and-for-all-those-emotional-junkies.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112411881074136560</id><published>2005-08-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:13:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After eating at BREEKS!(trust the Americans to come up with such names for their restaurants) I got this $5 voucher free, seeing that it expired in one month’s time and knowing that I would probably not eat there again in the next month, I decided to give it to the table next to me. I walked over and presented them with the voucher saying something like, “Hi would you like this $5 voucher?”The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112411881074136560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112411881074136560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112411881074136560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112411881074136560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-eating-at-breekstrust-americans.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112401014492193665</id><published>2005-08-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:02:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tales.at lunch one dayi was bouncing an empty plastic cup on the table, trying to see if i could catch it back between my fingers each time it bounced.a recent acquaintance shot me that questionmarkexclaimationmarklook, something like ?!. unfortunately i wasn't looking at him and continued. it must've been the sound of the bouncing plastic cup because a minute later he said," eh chris what are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112401014492193665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112401014492193665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112401014492193665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112401014492193665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/tales.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112400927554307775</id><published>2005-08-14T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:04:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talesi can never understand how people can make a pair of spectacles for around $100. $150 has been my cheapest pair, and that was when i was in primary1. in secondary school the cheapest i could ever get were $200. i mean seriously when people ask me how much my specs cost and i reply $250, they go,"What?! Branded is it?" and then say, "erm no... how much did your's cost?" and then they reply,"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112400927554307775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112400927554307775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112400927554307775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112400927554307775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/tales-i-can-never-understand-how.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112359945077383976</id><published>2005-08-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:57:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please excuse me.you know, it's strange how there are some days when you're just so busy with so much to do; and there are other days when theres nothing to do at all. and it's even stranger how there are some days when you just dont feel like doing anything at all, just desiring to stone at home or curl up somewhere with a book, and there are others when you're just bursting with energy, ready </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112359945077383976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112359945077383976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112359945077383976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112359945077383976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/please-excuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112350863435960773</id><published>2005-08-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:43:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As i sat in NUS Lt29 today, i kept getting flashbacks of Lt1, of course the chairs and tables in Lt29 are nicer and the aircondition is set at just the right temperature. but i couldnt help but miss the green chairs and the vandalised tables.  After the basic introduction to the syllabus and some guidelines and such, it was time for cell biology. which immediately led to memories of ***** lee. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112350863435960773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112350863435960773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112350863435960773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112350863435960773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-i-sat-in-nus-lt29-today-i-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112315997418650458</id><published>2005-08-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:52:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and thanks to kohshihao."indent isnt some cockup of english. strangely, its british. note the 4th linein·dent1    (  P )   Pronunciation Key  (n-d nt)v. in·dent·ed, in·dent·ing, in·dents v. tr.To set (the first line of a paragraph, for example) in from the margin.To cut or tear (a document with two or more copies) along an irregular line so that the parts can later be matched for establishing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112315997418650458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112315997418650458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112315997418650458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112315997418650458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-and-thanks-to-kohshihao.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112315915032736151</id><published>2005-08-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:39:10.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my pathetic desktop.p4 1.8ghZ/ 256MB RAM/ Raedon VE 32MBslower than a high these days. i was thinking of adding more RAM and getting a better graphics card. but my motherboard is some unknown piece of junk from china and i have nfQ whether it'll be compatible with the newer stuff on the market. so i might as well get a whole new cpu right? but antimoney these days. perhaps if i sell all the old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112315915032736151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112315915032736151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112315915032736151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112315915032736151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-pathetic-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112254263955734067</id><published>2005-07-28T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:23:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why must nus sailing base themselves at RSYC. everything is damn ex there. $75 for a full day laser rental? i can rent 15 lasers at safyc with that kind of money. enough for the whole team. well at least they offer something new. but keelboating is damn ex. like $400 for the course, and $99 for a half day rental of the j24s. but it would all be worth it if 5 of us join and man the boat. think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112254263955734067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112254263955734067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112254263955734067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112254263955734067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-must-nus-sailing-base-themselves.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112227623805704498</id><published>2005-07-25T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:23:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back to school back to school. theres quite a lot of shiv to sign tmr, and the whole of med fac is suppose to take 45 minutes? many parents will definitely ask 239857284 questions and delay the process by 23847203 hours.i want to join 23957802 ccas but i think there'll hardly be time for one, since lessons everyday would probably end by 6. gah, but it doesnt hurt to make a list.1. sailing. of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112227623805704498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112227623805704498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112227623805704498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112227623805704498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-school-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112178629455848975</id><published>2005-07-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:21:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i realise that i have injuries aplenty. perhaps not as serious as some. but K lets go in order of most painfully frequent.1. Achilles Tendonitis.Nagging nonsense. that was first incurred in j1 from a combination of racers, long distance running and bare-footed soccer. after intense physical activity, tenderness around the heel area, painfully painful walking up and down stairs and in the morning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112178629455848975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112178629455848975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112178629455848975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112178629455848975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-realise-that-i-have-injuries-aplenty.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112165903734285832</id><published>2005-07-18T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:00:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shiv im getting quite sian ofit's not very fast especially in singaporean waters and not really fun to sail recreationally. the only advantage is that it's easily available and frequently raced. now this, the swift solo and the musto skiff two of the fastest single-handed skiffs in the world. would be damn fox even if they were only sailed recreationally. of course if challenge is a greater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112165903734285832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112165903734285832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112165903734285832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112165903734285832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/shiv-im-getting-quite-sian-of-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112140125965675116</id><published>2005-07-15T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:20:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>medcamp was well... amusing.my og ended up 1st for the station games. extremely interesting considering that we werent the most enthusiastic of OGs. full of cynical ORD personnel, male 86ers who havent gotten used to civilian life and quietquietgirls. in the end most of our conversations were on army topics. it was quite cool actually, about 5 86ers sitting around, like recruits again. while the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112140125965675116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112140125965675116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112140125965675116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112140125965675116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/medcamp-was-well.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112116666726020431</id><published>2005-07-12T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:11:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shan't comment about my trip to bangkok. i remember day after day, reading other people's blogs and then coming across things like "Today I woke up at 1pm lazed around the house for awhile before heading off to conrad hotel for a buffet dinner! I'm such a pig. =P" and "There was a GREAT sale on today at tangs. Having no income totally sux. Saw a pretty...." etc. and this intense mixture of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112116666726020431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112116666726020431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112116666726020431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112116666726020431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-shant-comment-about-my-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112038823367543752</id><published>2005-07-03T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:57:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of books and suchCleared up 24957487508 years of accumulated mess today. The most problematic of which were the books, papers and files. Like so.My personal library. Certainly needs to be ikea-ed these days, as it continues its exponential growth.Unfortunately, due to the lack of space, fantasy has to be relegated to the secondary library, together with the chronicles of narnia and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112038823367543752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112038823367543752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112038823367543752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112038823367543752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-books-and-such-cleared-up.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112029684570371486</id><published>2005-07-02T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T17:34:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are so many things i want to do but i just dont know where to start.in a desperate attempt, i've scheduled 8 driving theory lessons + practise and etc. for one week. bbdc is shiv. They're damn good at wasting my money. aka 4 compulsory theory lessons and 2 compulsory evaluation. And one would expect them to teach you stuff related to the theory test during the theory lessons right? no, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112029684570371486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112029684570371486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112029684570371486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112029684570371486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-so-many-things-i-want-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-112004413931824453</id><published>2005-06-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:22:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please report to CPC tmr to collect your pink I/CThose were the days. To the army life i never had. For 6 months i've been on holiday, free set meals every day, easy access to the gym, camping out in the field, meeting new people from vastly different backgrounds, taking cab as a main form of transport, spending more money than i usually do, and having the time finish a number of good novels. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/112004413931824453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=112004413931824453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112004413931824453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/112004413931824453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/please-report-to-cpc-tmr-to-collect.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111977136491493243</id><published>2005-06-26T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:38:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha i was browsing through old pictures stored on my com and i came across this. "midfing.jpg"(4th December 2001). It was taken after 120km of hiking around singapore and ubin in 3days, 2 nights, at the final checkpoint, kallang stadium. 120km i would not ever be keen on doing again. We did some unbelievably crazy things.some excerpts from my 130page hike log(which i needed to write in order </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111977136491493243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111977136491493243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111977136491493243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111977136491493243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahaha-i-was-browsing-through-old.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111963018289203397</id><published>2005-06-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:31:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever felt like your entire future hinges on the decision of one person? that one person who would decide whether to award you that half mark more for your alevel math paper so that you would get an A; that one person who decides to get drunk one night and crashes into your car; that one person who decides whether you'll get accepted into the university of your choice; that one person who decides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111963018289203397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111963018289203397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111963018289203397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111963018289203397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/ever-felt-like-your-entire-future.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111961589247495491</id><published>2005-06-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:24:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where have i been for the last week?"i know this much is true."1. after enjoying a week of staying out aka 8 to 5 at the school of military medicine, i was conned into going for the combat medic course. "...according to directive, you are still supposed to go for the course until your disruption date is confirmed..." such is directive.2. there are a surprising number of rj people there, either on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111961589247495491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111961589247495491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111961589247495491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111961589247495491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-have-i-been-for-last-week-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111917752027757978</id><published>2005-06-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:45:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>neil gaiman has a journal!http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/and he's  coming to singapore on the 4th of julyhttp://www.britishcouncil.org.sg/whatson/event_details.asp?EvID=156"He is currently adapting Coraline, a children's book, into a movie. He is also directing Death, a movie based on his comic creation of the same name, and writing a script to Beowulf - the earliest surviving epic poem in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111917752027757978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111917752027757978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111917752027757978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111917752027757978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/neil-gaiman-has-journal-httpwww_19.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111902373007702696</id><published>2005-06-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:55:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.singabloodypore.blogspot.comit's extremely refreshing to read about what a foreigner has to say about our country, especially one as qualified as mr. mcdermott. His uninhibited means of expression and insightful posts offer a new perspective on many events and issues in singapore.happened to tune into news 93.8 at 21.30 and was captivated by the discussion going on, about blogging in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111902373007702696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111902373007702696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111902373007702696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111902373007702696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/www_17.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111893880524844875</id><published>2005-06-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:20:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have the annoying habit of starting on another book before ive finished one. maybe it's ADD, but at one point i found myself half way through 4 books and was about to start on a fifth, when i realised that there was no fifth unread book.I'm allergic to bad movies. Theres something utterly painful about watching a combination of bad acting, bad directing and a bad script. It's like you dont know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111893880524844875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111893880524844875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111893880524844875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111893880524844875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-annoying-habit-of-starting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111883263145503447</id><published>2005-06-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:50:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOs and DONTs of book preservation1. DO wrap your books in talc2. DO store your books in a cool dry environment3. DO regularly sandpaper the sides of the book4. DO NOT break the bind of the book5. DO NOT expose the book to direct sunlight6. DO NOT dog-ear the pages, use a bookmark.A month ago there was this article in The Economist about how chess drove masters like Bobby Fischer and Paul Morphy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111883263145503447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111883263145503447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111883263145503447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111883263145503447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/dos-and-donts-of-book-preservation-1.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111875094342585265</id><published>2005-06-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:11:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.eff.org/bloggers/lg/The legal guide for bloggers around the world, except for maybe china, north korea and singapore. the surprising thing is, that there are still many singaporean bloggers who are have posted and are still posting defamatory comments on their blogs. (btw dont sue me i am not one of them)some people are suggesting that the singaporean government is hiring prominent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111875094342585265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111875094342585265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111875094342585265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111875094342585265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111856006144057364</id><published>2005-06-12T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:07:41.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.postsecret.blogpsot.coma disturbing yet brilliantly conceived blog, well it's not exactly what you would expect from a blog, featuring postcards depicting the deepest, darkest secrets of anonymous people.lately, my funds have been running low, even though ive received $600 of backpay, and $400 a month. partly due to the fact that during weekend book outs, the cost of food is not a factor i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111856006144057364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111856006144057364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111856006144057364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111856006144057364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/www.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111841417547482099</id><published>2005-06-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:37:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a greater insight into army life, check out "singaporearmystories.blogspot.com""I'm trying to put together a collection of Singapore National Service Stories. Funny shit, sad shit, serious shit. Contributors are most welcome", the author of the website.What we can all learn from the Fraser Hill incident.1. when adults tell you to turn left you turn left2a. even if the path they tell you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111841417547482099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111841417547482099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111841417547482099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111841417547482099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-greater-insight-into-army-life.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111832879303066189</id><published>2005-06-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:53:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has anyone noticed that danbrown's books have been at the top of best seller lists for almost a year now? now even the german translations of his books are breaking into the top 10. i seriously dont understand why people are so fascinated by it, the truth behind it etc., when most of it is clearly fictional. and all his books from Angels and Demons to Deception Point have such similar storylines,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111832879303066189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111832879303066189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111832879303066189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111832879303066189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/has-anyone-noticed-that-danbrowns.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111810362959322478</id><published>2005-06-07T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:28:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive always wanted to write a novel. but ive never been able to get past the first few pages. because after the first few pages, i begin to realise that the story isnt really my own, but fragments of novels ive read. then it begins to get lame. maybe i should start with short stories.If you only have time for one book today, read: Dogs of Babel by Carolyn ParkhurstAn utterly captivating novel, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111810362959322478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111810362959322478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111810362959322478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111810362959322478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-always-wanted-to-write-novel.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111796885273769652</id><published>2005-06-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:56:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been moping and whining too much about my own personal life on this blog. and ive realised that it's not worth it. i spend enough time doing that on weekends already. nobody wants to read about something sad and depressing when their own lives are probably filled with trobles of their own. so from now on there will neither be any more twisted tales about the maze that is my mind and my life, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111796885273769652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111796885273769652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111796885273769652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111796885273769652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-moping-and-whining-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111789868531236858</id><published>2005-06-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:24:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The importance of being idle" oasisHaving had more than my usual dose of doing nothing in the office this week, ive discovered the joys of blog surfing. and ive come to the conclusion that there are 3 kinds of blogs -- blogs revolving around the personal life of the author, blogs citing incidents, which usually have nothing to do with the author but he/she feels obligated to make some comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111789868531236858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111789868531236858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111789868531236858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111789868531236858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/importance-of-being-idle-oasis-having.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111769674080402731</id><published>2005-06-02T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:19:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://wh85reunion.blogspot.com/a rather cool batch. i would imagine that somewhere down the road i would attend a batch reunion for the class of 2002 or 2004, a minister here, a ceo there, some colonels, maybe a prime minister. it would be a heyday for insurance salesmen, investment seeking companies and the like. actually it would be quite an interesting money making venture. imagine if someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111769674080402731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111769674080402731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111769674080402731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111769674080402731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwh85reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111752305311988247</id><published>2005-05-31T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:10:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days i cant think of what to write anymore. it's like waiting for a bus in the scorching afternoon sun that doesnt come; at a deserted bus stop with no roof and no seats. the only temporary reprieve comes when an occassional cloud passes overhead.i want to lie down at the somewhere cool on a soft mattress and take a nap, but im afraid of missing the bus when it comes. Of course someone will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111752305311988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111752305311988247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111752305311988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111752305311988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-days-i-cant-think-of-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111666973278454871</id><published>2005-05-21T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:02:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no posts for the last week. why? because some idiot uploaded a restricted military document to the internet. the breach was detected and they shut down the entire system. and they've spent the entire week scanning all the computers to find out where it was sent from. of course, even if they did find out from which computer it was sent from, they wouldnt even have come closer to catch the culprit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111666973278454871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111666973278454871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111666973278454871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111666973278454871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-posts-for-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111617148367255396</id><published>2005-05-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:38:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just found out that ive spent around $250 on video rentals since january of 2004, considering that i usually borrow 3 for $12.50, that amounts to 60 videoes, that averages about 1 video a week. which is impossible, therefore someone else must be using my account but then again, maybe not, since ive made it a weekly ritual to borrow 3 videoes every book out. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111617148367255396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111617148367255396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111617148367255396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111617148367255396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-found-out-that-ive-spent-around.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111562600919009629</id><published>2005-05-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:06:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel that all my problems are insignificant, which they are, but they dont always feel that way. nearly everybody around me has problems which are worse than my own. it's like when a blade keeps cutting open a wound when it's freshly healed. a constant reminder to be thankful for what i have."Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111562600919009629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111562600919009629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111562600919009629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111562600919009629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/sometimes-i-feel-that-all-my-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111562498612277731</id><published>2005-05-09T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:49:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Every little trifle, for some reason, does seem incalculably important today, and when you say of a thing that 'nothing hangs on it' it sounds like blasphemy. There's never any knowing -- how am I to put it? -- which of our actions, which of our idlenesses won't have things hanging on it forever."Where Angels Fear to Tread, E.M. ForsterWhite Teeth, Zadie Smith</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111562498612277731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111562498612277731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111562498612277731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111562498612277731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/every-little-trifle-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111529272278207624</id><published>2005-05-05T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:32:02.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the key of D major. To Mother: We've travelled along rocky roads,and winding dirt paths'cross the highways of Europeand the backalleys of China.It has been 19 years.A lifetime.In the bl-ink of an eye.{Chorus}And i just wanted to sayyyyyyThe lessons I've learnt,I'll always remember.Thank you for the piano lessons,Thank you for the joy and blessings And thank you for the lifts back home...I used</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111529272278207624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111529272278207624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111529272278207624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111529272278207624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-key-of-d-major.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111485313158998034</id><published>2005-04-30T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:25:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exerpt from "speaking to myself on a hot saturday afternoon""so where do you sleep?"" in my bunk above my office.""you sleep above your office?""yeah so?""so is there like a lift or a pole you can like slide down?""errr... no theres no pole but theres a lift.""how bout aircon, does your bunk have aircon?""no it doesnt, do you think im living in a hotel?""and how bout computers?""yes.""so there is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111485313158998034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111485313158998034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111485313158998034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111485313158998034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/exerpt-from-speaking-to-myself-on-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111478244495971061</id><published>2005-04-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:47:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"it was her first normal day in a mental hospital. she left the ward, had some breakfast in the large refectory where men and women were eating together. she noticed how different it was to the way these places were usually depicted in films -- hysterical scenes, shouting, people making demented gestures -- everything seemed wrapped in an aura of oppressive silence; it seemed that no one wanted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111478244495971061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111478244495971061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111478244495971061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111478244495971061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-was-her-first-normal-day-in-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111470452591943285</id><published>2005-04-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:08:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did you know that everyone dreams every night? but many people don't remember dreaming at all, because they forget their dreams upon awakening. one of the exceptions to this rule is the lucid dream, which sounds vaguely like something out of vanilla sky, where i quote, "One realizes that one is dreaming while the dream is still happening. The scene often suddenly expands in richness and color as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111470452591943285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111470452591943285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111470452591943285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111470452591943285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/did-you-know-that-everyone-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111460911868517315</id><published>2005-04-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:38:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{in a singsong fashion}an adventure! lets go on an adventure!just you and me in the month of maywe'll go far far awayand leave our troubles behindto a place where the sun shines everyday.a place filled with laughterand everlasting joywhere everyone is friendly and on a holiday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111460911868517315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111460911868517315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111460911868517315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111460911868517315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-singsong-fashion-adventure-lets-go.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111458064186040159</id><published>2005-04-27T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:44:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the officers was holding a discussion session on whether singapore could be defended.he told all the non-believers to go outside to discuss and the believers to stay inside. as expected most of the people stayed inside the lecture room. after 15 minutes he convened the company and asked the believers to present their reasons. there was the usual ra-RA. better technology, better trained </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111458064186040159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111458064186040159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111458064186040159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111458064186040159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-of-officers-was-holding-discussion.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111443573976040630</id><published>2005-04-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:28:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to slow things down, but i really dont know how to. i try to plan in advance for everything like i did in the past, even the simplest of things. but it's driving me insane. like oiling bayonnets. 400 bayonnets to oil. mindless, brushing of oil up and down the blade and hilt and yet i find myself planning the next place im going to oil, which bayonnet im going to take next, where im going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111443573976040630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111443573976040630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111443573976040630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111443573976040630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-need-to-slow-things-down-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111434629420889704</id><published>2005-04-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:38:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>theres no feeling like the feeling during the last remaining hours of any bookoutit's like some ginormous 34858 tentacled monster is trying to rip me from civilisation itself and devour me. it keeps imprisoned for 5 days, feeding off any happiness and energy; after which, when my being is all skin and bones, i get vomitted out for 1.5 days just so that i can get fattened up again, for it's next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111434629420889704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111434629420889704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111434629420889704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111434629420889704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-no-feeling-like-feeling-during.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111422745102682298</id><published>2005-04-23T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:37:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever lie on your bed, all ready for a good nights restand close your eyes, and then you start to think , about maybe just a small little incident that happened during the day or something that has been bothering you of late. maybe you would start by replaying the incident(s) in your head, slowly trying to recollect every action and conversation; then after piecing it together you start to think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111422745102682298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111422745102682298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111422745102682298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111422745102682298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/ever-lie-on-your-bed-all-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111414050472696285</id><published>2005-04-22T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:28:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He who lives to run away will live to run another day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111414050472696285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111414050472696285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111414050472696285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111414050472696285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/he-who-lives-to-run-away-will-live-to.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111414013440546679</id><published>2005-04-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:22:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Platoon Sergeant and his Platoon Leader are bunking down in the field for the night.  The Platoon Sergeant looks up and says, "When you see all the stars in the sky, what do you think, sir?"The LT replies, "Well, I think of how insignificant we really are in the universe; how small a piece of such a grand design.  I can't help but wonder if what we do truly means anything or makes any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111414013440546679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111414013440546679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111414013440546679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111414013440546679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/platoon-sergeant-and-his-platoon.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111403869507931855</id><published>2005-04-21T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T07:11:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The wind came calling at my doorBefore the break of day.Rattled at my sleepy window,Inviting me to play.Just as the sun peeked o'er the hill,I hiked down to the quayWhere my little boat was waitingTo sail out on the bay.With life vest snug around my chestAnd lunchbox stowed below,I waved goodbye to all on shoreAnd let the dockline go.The morning breeze filled her sails;Dashing waves splashed her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111403869507931855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111403869507931855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111403869507931855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111403869507931855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/wind-came-calling-at-my-door-before.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111390782216799058</id><published>2005-04-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:50:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate waiting for something when i dont know what the outcome will be, especially when i have so much time to think and reflect.  plenty of uncertain things right now like med school applications, scholarship applicatios, my next posting etc. And with about 1.5 months more before everything will finally be confirmed, it just seems too long a period to wait, with everything being so important and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111390782216799058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111390782216799058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111390782216799058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111390782216799058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-waiting-for-something-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111355083463979394</id><published>2005-04-15T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:55:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shiv i forgot to copy my links when i set up the new template. t.t now i cant be bothered to redo all the html. sorry friends.got the interview for NUS med. wth theres a psychopsychotest. i guess it's necessary to differentiate between the 239878275 other people who probably got shortlisted. i hope it's not as bad as the SIA one though. 4 hours of tests from essays and summary writing to logic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111355083463979394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111355083463979394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111355083463979394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111355083463979394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/shiv-i-forgot-to-copy-my-links-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111346790960410029</id><published>2005-04-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:38:29.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days im an OOC(out of course). allegedly for a back injury. It's strange. really. i've never had so much free time in my life, well except for maybe preschool days. so i report to the office at 7.30. plonk into a swivel chair and stay there until it's time for lunch or someone tells me to get sthing or i need to go to the toilet etc. i have 2 stack of books one on the desk and the other in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111346790960410029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111346790960410029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111346790960410029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111346790960410029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/04/these-days-im-oocout-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111185283708054621</id><published>2005-03-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:00:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"suffering is part of life" these days20 weeks of sispec isn’t that long, is it? I mean bmtc passed by in a blink of an eye, but I guess that because I was in really good company. It’s always hard to do something that you have absolutely no motivation to do and it’s even harder when you have to make good friends all over again to make the going easier. But it’s not so bad, considering that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111185283708054621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111185283708054621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111185283708054621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111185283708054621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/03/suffering-is-part-of-life-these-days20.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111168232861000100</id><published>2005-03-25T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:38:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as good as a fridayt.t hard times. on day 1 i knew 0 people n my entire platoon. gg, at least i didnt get foxtrot or echo but then again i dont think i would have minded since i have some close-r friends there. platoon 3 these days on level 5, which means that i have to run up 10 flights of stairs. besides physical shiv theres also stuff like navigation which is basically like sec 4 map reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111168232861000100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111168232861000100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111168232861000100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111168232861000100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-good-as-friday-t.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-111131792657007292</id><published>2005-03-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:25:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sispec these days. 12 days pass by all too quickly jus like all breaks, holidays etc. many many friends reporting tmr at 8.30 am. hope i get a nice section. altho nothing will prob ever beat my bmtc section. the thought of not being within the aura of protection surrounding mr. teo is quite disturbing. anw i think ive done quite alot of shiv during this break. altho i think i couldve done much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/111131792657007292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=111131792657007292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111131792657007292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/111131792657007292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/03/sispec-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-110796442904004799</id><published>2005-02-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:53:49.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIELD CAMP was not as hellish as i expected. managed to sleep properly and there were alot of lessons and enough time to do stuff unless ofcourse you "were born slow". combat rations are interesting things. they cost $50 for one set of 24 hour pack. which includes one basic and one accessory. your basic pack has 2 packets of toothpaste like food which you are supposed to warm but just cant be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/110796442904004799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=110796442904004799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/110796442904004799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/110796442904004799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/02/field-camp-was-not-as-hellish-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000848.post-110613413240144131</id><published>2005-01-19T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:28:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HIGHit's good to be back. damn burnt and achilles and sore throat and hungry and etc.shiv 2 weeks passed quite fast. esp when most of the time you're stoning and following orders. OK so yes HAWK COY is the slackest company in the entier BMTC sch 1. maybe it's because we got teo chee hian's son... maybe it's cos we're white horse but then i dont think so. i think it's jus cos our sergeants are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/feeds/110613413240144131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000848&amp;postID=110613413240144131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/110613413240144131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000848/posts/default/110613413240144131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackest.blogspot.com/2005/01/high-its-good-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>www.flickr.com/photos/chriscyw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05411007907882448281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2171467985_9c44c8cb7d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
