<?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-29818629</id><updated>2011-12-30T02:30:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Take away your masks.. they have no meaning here..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-7127140880319906559</id><published>2011-04-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:25:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential Links.</title><content type='html'>For the new people who want to get a glimpse of me, here's two posts I figured were important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheese.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/12/murphys-law-101.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/12/murphys-law-cops.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say 2? I meant a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, take note. Cheese entry has some fallacies, specifically, SIM renovations. For cheesy goodness I'd recommend the hawker center near Bedok Camp and Long John Silver's chips with nacho cheeeeeeeeeeeese. CHEEEEEEEEEEESE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-7127140880319906559?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/7127140880319906559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=7127140880319906559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7127140880319906559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7127140880319906559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2011/04/essential-links.html' title='Essential Links.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5766379177113566251</id><published>2011-04-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:35:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, an interlude.. from nothing.</title><content type='html'>Yup. Tonight, I've been doing something that's been a hobby of mine for a long bit.. reading debates and corresponding comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's topic? Well, I've run through feminism becoming sexist, but that's probably an old topic and not as potentially harsh as this one. Euthanasia.. for animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.petmd.com/blogs/fullyvetted/2011/mar/true_cost_euthanasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question, if anyone is too lazy to read the article, is - are veterinarians ( vets)  being underpaid for their euthanasia jobs? On one side, there are vets and vet supporters who understand the emotional toll it can have on the doctors and those involved, and in lieu of the emotional support that they provide, it's warranted to ask for more of a standard pay for these jobs. On the other hand are those that believe it's mercenary -  taking advantage of the clients' grief for money - and that it's part of the profession so they should not whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal take on this? The vets deserve to be given more, yes, but I wouldn't say they should have more money for these jobs. What does that money do? Pay for a vacation so they can pour out the pain? Help them binge it out? The clients, I believe, need the money as much as the vets do. No, I'd say the vets deserve to be given more credit... more recognition, more compassion themselves.  Perhaps more recognition from their respective employers, especially, or.. if they're self-employed, it falls down to the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one might argue that the clients are more emotionally attached to their pets. This is true, but one has to realise that the vets don't just work on one pet. If they have to euthanise more than one animal in their workshift, it can very well be devastating, especially due to their tendency to bond with their patients - the animals - during visits. Worse, vets often have very little time to mull over these cases as their schedule is never fixed. While a family might be able to take days off to come to terms with their beloved pets, the vet will be forced to deal with a constant influx of animals that have been hurt or sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professional solution might be limiting the number of animals that can be euthanised within a certain time space, but due to personal concerns some vets might find this difficult, rejecting multiple clients due to this limit. However, at the same time, it could help prevent the breakdown of these doctors due to such build-ups of distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I'm convinced the solution lies in easing the emotional toll, and not attempting to replace the pain with money. As mentioned, the paying party needs the money just as much. It could be argued that this extra money helps the doctor because they might need to end their career early because of the added toll, but we should also consider the client's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we look at this, though, it's a tough issue. Kudos to the professionals who dare take up these operations, and help their clients as much as their patients through these difficult times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5766379177113566251?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5766379177113566251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5766379177113566251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5766379177113566251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5766379177113566251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-now-interlude-from-nothing.html' title='And now, an interlude.. from nothing.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-7688743582944917846</id><published>2011-04-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:12:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://downloadwatchmoviesonlinefree.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Rio-Movie-Poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 402px;" src="http://downloadwatchmoviesonlinefree.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Rio-Movie-Poster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good movie. Watch it.... whoever's still here. Seriously. It's good for couples ( plenty of you-know-what themes), good for singles ( plenty of jokes, animation, overall fun), and good for friends ( see above, even better if your friend laughs funny). Heck, it made me actually like today despite knowing I screwed up my assignment. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-7688743582944917846?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/7688743582944917846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=7688743582944917846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7688743582944917846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7688743582944917846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2011/04/rio.html' title='Rio'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2720959811136393801</id><published>2011-04-16T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:59:47.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So.. what's up..</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, whoever's still here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all this time I think I might have grown, I might have gained and I might have lost. I honestly don't know. Procrastination is stronger than ever,  but then again I think the problem is understanding. If I can understand what I'm doing, I'll probably enjoy it, CONQUERING THAT DARNED PROGRAM.  Oh, and still dealing with social paranoia - it's funny because going against it also screws up with my own confidence, since I start questioning my own thoughts left and right. You know how they say too much of something is bad. It also makes me more oblivious to social clues and stuff, if any, because I try to dismiss it as paranoia. * shrug* Learning, still. So much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hi, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2720959811136393801?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2720959811136393801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2720959811136393801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2720959811136393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2720959811136393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-whats-up.html' title='So.. what&apos;s up..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-7743644495276515031</id><published>2009-02-19T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:47:37.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaccckkkkkkkkkk</title><content type='html'>Yes, ladies and gentlemen and every other thing out there, I'm back. It's not that important, I know, but I am. I'm alive and still... confused and indecisive and weird. And I'd rather drop the confused and indecisive part but weird is just fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo what am I going to write for my MIA? Well, basically... to sum it up, I didn't feel like being social. I went back to an antisocial stage that was slightly different from my previous antisocial stage but still... boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided thus, to start by writing about... what to do on Valentines' Day, as a single. I know it's overdue but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send a Valentines' gift to yourself, because really you're the single most important person to yourself. ( I'm serious. What would you be without you? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Send a Valentines' gift to your family telling them how much you love them - it makes sense since they've probably done a lot more for you than the thousands of people that might have tried to chase you or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Huddle in an emo corner sighing about how pathetic you are, and cut yourself. Be warned, it might be painful.... with a razor blade anyway. But real emos use chainsaws, everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Send V Day stuff to your beloved friends!! Especially if you're rich and dunno how to spend billions of dollars on gifts, but then how come you're still single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Play an MMORPG. Why, you might even find a virtual V Day date! After all, it's all virtual gold and stuff. And really there's no real consequences except for people who take it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sell gifts and chocolates and earn billions for next year's gifts. Being V Day, you can oversell by about 100% and you'll still get sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jealously envy your friends and try to sabotage their dates. It can be amusing but only slightly better than emo mode. ( See #3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Plan to take over the world using tried and tested schemes from renowned world conquerors. My personal references are Pinky and the Brain and Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Study in the library, or clear assignments. ( That's how I spent the entire V Day anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go streaking! There's nothing better to ramp up the romantic atmosphere for couples than a naked guy or girl running around screaming or laughing or something in their favorite diner. Avoid nightclubs because it's not as much fun.. formal balls and restaurants are preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dress up as Cupid and practice archery on your favorite couples. Remember that a headshot scores the most, bodyshots aren't as damaging and don't give as much points, and between the legs is just...... low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Intoxicate yourself! Every holiday is a good excuse for that anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-7743644495276515031?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/7743644495276515031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=7743644495276515031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7743644495276515031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7743644495276515031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-baaaaaccckkkkkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaccckkkkkkkkkk'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-4291388329927357880</id><published>2008-06-02T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:38:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eveningg infidels</title><content type='html'>Eveningg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I'm blogging about today is essentially what I've been doing for the time since I did my Mother's Day post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, nothing. My life has descended into a monotone. Every day I wake up, do random things on the computer, sleep, eat, do computer stuff, sleep, eat, msn, rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing useful, relevant, or new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forced to change that soon when reservist finally arrives in a few more weeks, but for now am in uber slacking mode.. honestly, though, I'm not changing anything until I decide to, and given my lazy nature that's possibly in the next 10 years or so, or when I finally run out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. speaking of which. Here's some random youtube sites I've been watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame vid- Dr Tran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FO0kRE5OTZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FO0kRE5OTZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2WG-9wocwM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2WG-9wocwM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-4291388329927357880?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/4291388329927357880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=4291388329927357880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4291388329927357880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4291388329927357880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/06/eveningg-infidels.html' title='Eveningg infidels'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-1876128070022830727</id><published>2008-05-11T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:40:39.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day..</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to everyone out there! Well ok I think I'm late. Maybe by a day, two days, or a whole year, I'm not sure.. to be honest I've forgotten the date for Mother's Day. Sigh.. too many things for a forgetful one to remember. Anyway, for today's entry, I read an old Mother's Day book that me and my siblings decorated once, a long long long long time ago, and came across this line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' God created mothers because he could not be everywhere'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a lovely line, so I've been thinking about my own mother.. and personally I think she had to be a saint, along with my grandmother, for actually keeping me this long. Sure, I was an easy enough baby ( they said I slept most of the time so no trouble) but being lazy and forgetful and often whiny and hot-tempered, I think I made the most trouble during my kid-to-teenage years. And now I'm still lazy, though not hot-tempered, and I've hurt my own mother more times than would be qualified as nice. ( I'm surprised Santa Claus hasn't sent me a bag of poisonous snakes yet. Oh well, I'm still keeping the anti-venom just in case)  Yet she still manages to keep a happy face, even though I still disappoint her. She flares up a lot and she still does, getting frustrated because she's a very fussy person, and also because I'm not a very tidy one. I really wonder why she can still stand me, and still makes an effort to be cheerful when I actually do tidy up something, or do something like wash the dishes or hang the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, well given that little tribute to my mother, I also wonder about something else. Where does the love we had as a child go to? We used to adore everything.. mummy, daddy, butterflies, cats, dogs, ninja turtles and GI Joes and just about everything. Girls ( ok not all of them maybe) think about being nurses, princesses waiting for their prince in shining armour, models, and boys think about being soldiers, doctors, and said princes in shining armour. When we grow old the idea of being a lawyer, politician, bank manager, guy/girl who looks busy in a cubicle, or Director of the Board of Fancy Names for People Who Have Grand Titles But Don't Do Anything sounds a lot more attractive. And we lose appreciation for things around us, for people who do things for us, or who take care of us. Where does all of it go to? Perhaps it goes to our drive to make more money, invest in stocks, rise in position, gather fame and popularity, work toward an ideal we might not really understand, '" For the Greater Good"    or for fun, laughter, peace and joy ( which also tends to disappear when we lose our interest in things) . Or it goes to a new child somewhere, who becomes blissfully innocent and naive, but is a lot happier not knowing anything than us mature, intelligent adults will ever be knowing everything around us. Knowledge is power, but it's not always a good thing. When you know there's poverty and that everyone could potentially be a cheat, and that war is a disease and that taxes are rising and that honour and glory are just words people throw around to get other people to kill for them, and that Santa Claus is a story made up by scheming marketing industries everywhere to get you to waste your precious funds which will also be heavily taxed and fined and scrutinised so you don't take home any more than 50% of what you really earn, that pretty looking daisy doesn't seem as important anymore, and neither does dancing around it seem useful, or make any sense.   So I'm not really a fan of those ' power learning' techniques where you play Mozart to a pregnant woman to make her child smarter, or make them take special courses meant to boost their learning speed so they can discuss the effect of Bush's policies on the US economy and environment by the time they're 5, and when they hit 12 they get a Master's in political science or business but can't name the ninja turtles, or even know who spongebob is. Or recall a moment where they didn't have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak, I've turned even Mother's Day into a political debate. ARGHHHHH KILL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-1876128070022830727?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/1876128070022830727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=1876128070022830727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1876128070022830727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1876128070022830727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-9001778871555746934</id><published>2008-05-10T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:29:55.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>I think I've lost something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more specifically, someone. It was maybe 2 or 3 years back, or more, that we started talking the way we used to. Her stories about her life in school made my life so much more interesting, and I felt like there was someone who really appreciated me listening to her. We talked about nonsense, about the funny fat lady over at the roadside, about her friends and mine and about everything else, especially about teachers and models and bimbos and whatever there was on this planet that could be talked about. We acted like the two most retarded idiots on the planet and listened to each other and it was fun and life was much more interesting, and I actually had a member in the family I cared about for once, that I knew I would miss once she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it seems she might be. She trusted me and thought she was helping me and I destroyed her, broke her heart into two and then shoved it back to her. She was crying and I did not have the humility to say I'm sorry, and I thought it would be easy to forget this ever happened. I was wrong..  now she doesn't talk to me like we used to. I try to joke and be as silly as ever but she only shows as much interest as a person talking to a mental patient.. like for once she sees me like the public does, as an idiot, a good for nothing. Not someone who's funny , or weird but still generally a nice person. No, she now thinks I'm weird in an unacceptable way. A freak, maybe. I think maybe I'm only assuming this, but given the way she acts these few days it might be true.. I might finally be in the list of people she hates for good, a despicable being. And all this for one bloody dollar and the temptation of games and the Internet. Yes, I lied to her. Yes, I denied it vehemently and even questioned her morals when in truth she was only trying to help me. Yes, I was a bastard.. I was too proud to see I was sorry, and now I really am, because I've lost the only person that I know I could talk to face to face without any concern, without anything to be sensitive about, without any qualms or any care in the world and laugh like a madman and go nuts, and act like a serious nutjob and not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on life is going to be a lot harder, and colder, and sad. I miss my little sister already.. I hope she can only forgive me and we can talk like we used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-9001778871555746934?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/9001778871555746934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=9001778871555746934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/9001778871555746934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/9001778871555746934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-1692934586511209898</id><published>2008-05-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:37:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ends justify the means?</title><content type='html'>About dynamite) "As soon as men find that in one instant whole armies can be utterly destroyed, they surely will abide by golden peace."&lt;br /&gt;— Alfred Nobel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1833-1896) Swedish inventor - inventor of dynamite; left most of his fortune to establish Nobel Prizes; awards are granted every year in Stockholm, Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Alfred Nobel, who became rich by finding ways to kill more people faster than ever before, died yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;- French Newspaper with a premature obituary- this was also apparently the line that made Alfred think he might need to find a better legacy to leave behind, and thus the Nobel Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We have nuclear weapons ( aka. nukes)  now. One nuke = one city gone in the push of a red button. But the fighting still goes on... maybe we need better nukes. Or a nuke in the hands of every civilian.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;" Give me back my cookie!" *  other kid sticks tongue out* " You're mean!!! I Hate you!!" * little kid presses button and nukes city*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Is it me or does the word " nuke" sound dirty when you use it a lot? As in it sounds like foul language. Like the f word, or the a word, or the b word, or the c, d, e.... uh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His theory might have worked if not for insane people, the utterly stupid, the ability to hide everything from other countries or people, the prescence of entire countries and governments that close both eyes to what happens, and the fact that annihilating the entire country to stop the local army from killing the innocent is about as criminal as being apathetic about it, if not worse. A lot of theories don't work ( eg: Communism) because people aren't perfect, nor are they actually logical most of the time. Example - I have one day left to exams, and I'm blogging. Bravo. I wonder what they'll write on my obituary. " Person who didn't do anything with his life died yesterday. Maybe he's actually more useful fertilising the flowers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-1692934586511209898?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/1692934586511209898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=1692934586511209898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1692934586511209898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1692934586511209898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/ends-justify-means.html' title='The ends justify the means?'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-102018755012607001</id><published>2008-05-04T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:23:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I survive this year...</title><content type='html'>I won't repeat the mistakes I've made through the year. HAH! As if I'll ever do that.... sigh. Nope, I'll probably repeat them as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a balance with doing the things you want to do, and doing things with other people that you want to hang out with, and then doing the things you're supposed to do? That balance is probably what everyone struggles with, but we make mistakes planning our own balance. And I think I've made a major mistake in doing so this year.. suffice to say, it's a little late to realise that. Being a person who, it seems, has ended up proving that he is, in fact, a loser ( in all sense of the word. I actually accept defeat a lot, rather than try to win because it takes more effort to try.. and I think I've lost a lot more because of that) ... I don't know what I really have left now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is depressing. I am depressing, possibly a bit depressed for realising it. * sigh* I think I did work hard for a few things this year, but gave them up too easily. And mostly stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop caring that this is happening, and accept the ultimate defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish. Nope. Going to live on, screw myself up every day of existence, and possibly and hopefully get some moments where I don't hate myself entirely. Meanwhile, time to die for a good 2 weeks more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-102018755012607001?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/102018755012607001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=102018755012607001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/102018755012607001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/102018755012607001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-survive-this-year.html' title='If I survive this year...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-8906408009907844016</id><published>2008-05-02T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:43:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions and myself.</title><content type='html'>Yep, basically talking about these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Basically a confession and a little bit of a sarcastic post. Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are the bane of my life. Honestly, I can't decide on a lot of things. I want to do something and halfway I need to do something else. I always have at any one time about 10 things hanging that I wanted to do but never had the discipline to finish.. kind of like how I always like to slow down before the finish line in runs.. is it because I'm afraid of finishing things? Is there such a phobia? Well right now where it's landed me is in the middle of nowhere.. I'm not good at anything, I don't know anything that  I should, am in a course I suddenly don't want to study, and in the middle of doing a lot of things I've yet to finish. And sometimes I've been lazy enough ( in fact, most of the time I have been) to let others make my decisions for me.. big mistake. No one know what I really want, and honestly, right now, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now. I should be studying. I should be actually picking up my notes and doing all the assignments and tests and going to the library to read up on things.. instead, I delay everything to the last minute and suddenly decide it's a good excuse to cut myself off from the world and say oh I'm busy. The hell with that, I made myself busy.. and for what? I could have just as easily done studying in my free time instead of WoWing, or random internet games and things, and right now I could be msning without any worry or guilt. Instead I thought maybe I should cut myself from the Internet and hope it works. Yeah right. I still can't sit down and study. I still can't go through my notes and actually be interested in finishing the entire sample paper.. in short, I'm dead. 5 days left.. 5 days. Or 4 now.. or was it 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's late. I shouldn't be on if I actually plan to study tommorrow, and planning is really half the fun... getting myself to stick to it is the other half. And watching it fail badly while laughing madly is the other half ( making it 150% the fun. What joy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seriously fail this year, my apologies to my friends who supported me for the exams, and to my parents who have been pushing me hard to study AND paid for my exam fees, and to everyone who's ever been concerned about my results. And also to myself for doing a horrible job of living. ( No I'm not going to die just yet though. What, and you think I was going to spare the rest of the world from suffering my existence? HAH. Not so easy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-8906408009907844016?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/8906408009907844016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=8906408009907844016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8906408009907844016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8906408009907844016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/decisions-and-myself.html' title='Decisions and myself.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5671812588356148508</id><published>2008-05-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:51:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting..</title><content type='html'>I know, I shouldn't be wasting time doing anything else other than studying. But last night my friend linked me to these pics... I found it rather amusing. See for yourself.. uh, just don't get too queasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yougotrickrolled.com" target="new"&gt;http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/album_02832/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5671812588356148508?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5671812588356148508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5671812588356148508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5671812588356148508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5671812588356148508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting.html' title='Interesting..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5227041299380589660</id><published>2008-04-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:22:57.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsflash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It might take some time for all the details to be confirmed or revealed, but this report caught my eye today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194592763176588130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/SBbmmJH0k2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SJ9aBruHsnU/s320/Josef.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice hair, huh? That's not all that's weird about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/SBbm25H0k3I/AAAAAAAAANE/jPxekPP7suE/s1600-h/Elisabeth+Fritzl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194593050939396978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/SBbm25H0k3I/AAAAAAAAANE/jPxekPP7suE/s320/Elisabeth+Fritzl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Josef Fritzl, a 73-year-old Austrian man has confessed to holding his daughter Elisabeth captive in a dungeon for 24 years. While in captivity Fritzl repeatedly raped his daughter, fathering seven children with her, three of them were also held captive underground. Elisabeth, who is now 42-years-old, was forced into the dungeon when she was only 18, she has lived there for 24 years. Her daughter Kerstin, now 19, and sons Stefan, 18 and Felix, five, lived underground with her in the family's... ( source - &lt;a href="http://www.zimbio.com/Josef+Fritzl"&gt;http://www.zimbio.com/Josef+Fritzl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's his daughter when she was kidnapped by her own father. Pretty, isn't she? Apparently he thought so too. And decided he would keep her for himself, so in the true fashion of sick perverted people, he lured her to his basement ( which had been retrofitted with bathrooms, a bedroom, a kitchen - oh, and of course, handcuffs) , drugged her, and apparently sexually abused her, fathering up to 7 of her children. ( of which 2 died) If any of this turns out to be true.. well. I think we can agree this man deserves more than just an execution. ( being eaten alive by thousands of red ants aka. american indian torture comes to mind)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a lot of material on the net on it, but I found this one having a few videos and pictures about the case. &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/04/28/world/main4049102.shtml?source=mostpop_story"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/04/28/world/main4049102.shtml?source=mostpop_story&lt;/a&gt; Yahoo! Answers had a discussion about it as well.. they were asking why would he even be doing this? According to reports, he was already known to his children as a controlling father, domineering, but of course friendly to the neighbours. Anyway, if you're interested, here's the forum on the topic. &lt;a href="http://sg.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080428091543AAZsf55"&gt;http://sg.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080428091543AAZsf55&lt;/a&gt;. Among the entries there's a profiling on psychopaths... scary thing is, they're really good at hiding what they do, or what they think, or what they are, sometimes to the extent that they look overly friendly. This is why serial murderers, rapists, and the like can get away with committing horrific numbers of crimes before the police even put out an arrest warrant on them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not saying you should go slap every person that smiles at you for no reason, and then run away screaming while he/she doubles over from the kick you gave them in the kidneys so you can escape, but I just found the article interesting. What does this show? Basically I'm interested in reading everything except my notes. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well back to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5227041299380589660?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5227041299380589660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5227041299380589660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5227041299380589660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5227041299380589660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/04/fresh-news-report-so-dont-assume-too.html' title='Newsflash.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/SBbmmJH0k2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SJ9aBruHsnU/s72-c/Josef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-4316336748589022555</id><published>2008-04-29T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:19:41.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saltwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saltwater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - By Julian Lennon ( Yes John's son, for those who know who John Lennon is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWWKl1QJed0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWWKl1QJed0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are a rock revolving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Around a golden sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are a billion children rolled into one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But when I hear about the hole in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;saltwater wells in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We climb the highest mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We make the desert bloom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're so ingenious that we walk on the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But when I hear about the forests have died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;saltwater wells in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have lived for love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now that's not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the world I love is dying ( and now I'm crying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time is not a friend ( no friend of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As friends we're out of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it's slowly passing by...ayee...ayee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right before our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We light the deepest oceans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;send photographs of Mars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're so enchanted by how clever we are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why should one baby be so hungry she cries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saltwater wells in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are a rock revolving.. around a golden sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are a billion children rolled into one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What will I think of me, the day that I die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saltwater wells in my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;( repeat the last line for a few times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Psychedelic music, slow and talking about environmentalism. Yep, it's a Lennon alright. For those who don't know, John Lennon is one of the Beatles - in fact possibly the most famous one next to McCartney, or even more. He split from them at one time to write his own songs, mostly about peace, love, earth, all the hippy stuff. So why am I listening to this one? Answer: My old geog teacher played this once in class ( apparently to impress upon us the importance of geography? * shrugs* ) I'm not too fond of the teacher actually, but I like the song, mostly because I'm kind of a sentimental idiot at times. And god knows what on other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lot more sentimental before I realise... songs like these used to make me cry. HAH. Yes, I'm a wimp. Maybe was, maybe am. Who knows? Not much things make me cry anymore. I don't know if that's good or bad. Maybe both as well. Maybe my results will make me cry... or not. Only time will tell, eh? Either way, slow sappy song. Listen to at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-4316336748589022555?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/4316336748589022555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=4316336748589022555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4316336748589022555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4316336748589022555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/04/saltwater.html' title='Saltwater'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5598072086136843571</id><published>2008-04-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:16:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I finally got off the armchair for something other than sitting down in another chair for lectures. Yep... I went to City Hall! Honestly I wasn't supposed to... I left maybe a little too early before something else could be confirmed, so yeah, I ended up there instead. So I decided I might as well explore the area. Looking at the Padang construction ( they're building something up again, possibly the NDP stand?) I miss the old days... yes, I'm talking about NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when we built up the NDP stand itself was fun. Lots of sweat and work ( although honestly we slacked a lot, mostly complaining about how we were being discriminated by the officers, but I think the other people thought the same thing =P ) but we had this 8 to 5 shift, after which we could return home. Kind of like being bangla workers, but with better pay, and less work . And funnier people.. I ran here and there with this other bunkmate of mine carrying stuff, and some people were showing off... just for the fun of it we'd shout " CHIONG ARRR!!" and grab some planks and stuff and run with it. ( I know that violates workplace safety but we don't really care that much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember during construction the metal beam supporting the stand itself got propped on my boots.. I didn't even tell anyone until about a minute later, and my sergeant scolded me for it. " Eh if the beam on your foot say something lah!! Damn dangerous leh!" But it was pretty fun being a bangla worker otherwise.. we ate at the roadside, kua chio bu walking by ( and people who cmi) and got to sit in the lorry while transporting goods. Sooooo shiok to feel the wind in your face siah! We ate at this bridge, and the Falun Gong people were there too.. along with some weirdos. One guy came along talking to us as if he knew us, but he wasn't in our company, battalion, or any part of the camp. But he helped out anyway...funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our Platoon Sergeant treat us tau hui zhui =D Those were the times man... nothing to worry about, work, go home, and slackkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now that's all I can talk about. Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5598072086136843571?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5598072086136843571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5598072086136843571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5598072086136843571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5598072086136843571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-8867440041219697281</id><published>2008-04-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:15:51.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en2A2iqYRWg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en2A2iqYRWg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALLEN by Lauren Wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/strong&gt; ( I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're a dream coming true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe how I have fallen for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I was not lookin , was content to remain&lt;br /&gt;And its ironic to be back in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Whose led me to the sun&lt;br /&gt;HOw could i know&lt;br /&gt;and I was lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna tell u You control my brain&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;that you're life in my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;Whose led me to the sun&lt;br /&gt;How could I know&lt;br /&gt;And i was lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I was not lookin , was content to remain&lt;br /&gt;And its ironic to be back in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( cue jazz music in the background - don't kill me if I got the music type wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random song I heard before but never bothered to find. It's so much easier to find stuff on the Internet nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I realised that most of the people ( if not all) have been fighting their own battles, and been much stronger than I have. I've been far too lazy to fight what I need to, usually running off like a little coward. Maybe I should try... but I don't know what I really want to do. I still don't, and I might be disappointing everyone that's been supporting me all this while. I'll think about it, as always. I'm always thinking about something these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to those who have been studying, working, or trying to get over things, JIA YOUU!!!! ALL THE BEST!!!! It will get better!! ( because with any luck I'll be sponging up the bad luck. Oh wait, does that make sense? ) Well it will anyway, if it can't get any worse =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't help.... you never saw this entry. You did not read this line that told you that you did not read it, and you did not read the text that you just saw, because it never happened. * flashes MIB light*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-8867440041219697281?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/8867440041219697281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=8867440041219697281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8867440041219697281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8867440041219697281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/04/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2230385594073001734</id><published>2008-03-29T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:04:57.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Psychobabbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just found some really interesting pictures on the net ( because I can't just sit down and study.. gah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184308111213737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R_Jcwm8SNJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/h18_sfA9Jsk/s320/Play!.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         This is why kids need supervision in playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183243255677072434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6UR28SNDI/AAAAAAAAAME/SRLJCtqbLoY/s320/Watch+the+pump.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;                                              Well, at least we know he filled up the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183243667993932866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6Up28SNEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Lav-fGmZhP0/s320/Runnnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                 Can imagine if this guy has an urgent need to head to the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183244153325237330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6VGG8SNFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fM_vn8DBU98/s320/Toilet+Sign.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;                                                           Some joker's idea of a toilet sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183244514102490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6VbG8SNGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Me8_CbWKA7U/s320/Hug+Me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                               Even fully armored riot police need love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183245690923529330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6Wfm8SNHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fVP9Pd-vMt8/s320/Fortune.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                   An interesting fortune cookie message.. so what did you just eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183246747485484162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R-6XdG8SNII/AAAAAAAAAMs/Io5TTR-gXPM/s320/Shark+Ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                             A really cool bus design ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Well yep, that's all I have for this time. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2230385594073001734?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2230385594073001734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2230385594073001734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2230385594073001734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2230385594073001734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-psychobabbling.html' title='Random Psychobabbling'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R_Jcwm8SNJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/h18_sfA9Jsk/s72-c/Play!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-995408229593782030</id><published>2008-03-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:46:38.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND FINALLY MY SWEENEY TODD POST</title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! AFTER AGES OF PROCRASTINATION... I'M GOING TO WRITE MY SWEENEY TODD POST!!! Yes, by this time, the hoo-hah over the movie is over. But it's still an awesome movie. So. Here's the lowdown on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main cast-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-NRLSZQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qT72OCyUlOo/s1600-h/timburton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178574650448438530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-NRLSZQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qT72OCyUlOo/s320/timburton.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every director has his own style. John Woo is the action master ( bombs, kung fu, whatever) and Jerry Bruckheimer is a bomber ( let's blow this up which makes that one blow up so we can blow up the whole set) and this guy? The goth. And his movies have his own brand of dark humour, and I love that about his work. Let's see.. if you guys want to know what he did, here's a few - Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Sleepy Hollow, Batman Returns, and Corpse Bride. ( Ok the last one wasn't that great, but still.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-FhLSZPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l-tCHO6a6d8/s1600-h/Sweeney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178574517304452338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-FhLSZPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l-tCHO6a6d8/s320/Sweeney.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Sweeney Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what's a director without his lead actor? You guys know him better as Captain- Jack- Sparrow. I know him as Johnny Depp because this guy is coolness. The way he does any role at all is amazing, well at least I like the way he plays people with a screw or two or a whole bucketload loose. In this movie he's lost it almost completely. He can sing pretty well, and he certainly carries off the psycho barber who thinks we all deserve to die very nicely. ( Well maybe he does have a few screws loose in real life. But he's still awesome)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-gBLSZSI/AAAAAAAAALM/nEZtV99vQpA/s1600-h/lovett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178574972570985762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-gBLSZSI/AAAAAAAAALM/nEZtV99vQpA/s320/lovett.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Helena Bonham Carter/ Burton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Mrs Lovett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of course there's a female lead. In this case, it also happens to be Mr Burton's wife ( they met on the set of Planet of the Apes, which he helmed. Apparently she made a lovely monkey) and - for those who watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - she was also Bellatrix , the evil sorceress and one of Volde's lieutanents. She apparently didn't change her hairstyle from that movie. Which fits in, because here she's slightly less deranged - she plays a meat pie seller who sells the corpse meat from Sweeney's " customers" baked in her pies, but she also has a softer side with a boy, and is obsessed with Mr Todd in a cute little way. ( although he basically ignores her and it doesn't end up very good ) She sings too but I was noticing her hair more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-WxLSZRI/AAAAAAAAALE/_okZe5xJKoA/s1600-h/turpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178574813657195794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-WxLSZRI/AAAAAAAAALE/_okZe5xJKoA/s320/turpin.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Role : Judge Turpin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This film is all about revenge - aka. bao chou in all those chinese period dramas . So we need someone for Mr Todd to go psycho on, and voila here we have, filling in that role, none other than Severus Snape himself! ( from Harry Potter too... hm. 2 actors from there so far...I wonder..) From his looks I'd say perhaps he does fit the role. Alan looks like a theatrical actor and basically, his face has this narrow serious look to it that says either librarian, sinister teacher or bad guy. Or tax collector. In this case he plays that mean judge who ruins Todd's life and makes him go wacko in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R9-Q3xLSZWI/AAAAAAAAALs/2Hn8mUlzJG0/s1600-h/beadle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179017384267244898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="229" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R9-Q3xLSZWI/AAAAAAAAALs/2Hn8mUlzJG0/s320/beadle.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Timothy Spall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Beadle ( Turpin's right hand.. or was it his left?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, that's him, the fat, squashed man in the middle with that wide black hat. In the movie he plays a brutal sidekick, a bootlicker to the mean Turpin who wallops anyone in their way. He also played Wormtongue in the Harry Potter movies - that makes 3 of the main acting cast from Harry Potter! What, did Voldemort have an interest in this musical too? Ralph Fiennes ( who plays Volde in the Harry Potter movies) might have made a nicer Turpin ( he has a very nice sneer) .. hm. But no, the Potter actor would have to fill in the boy role and I'm not sure he'd fit in. Anyway, about this man... actually I don't know anything about him. So there. = P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-lBLSZTI/AAAAAAAAALU/avFVcbKRXdw/s1600-h/joanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178575058470331698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-lBLSZTI/AAAAAAAAALU/avFVcbKRXdw/s320/joanna.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jayne Wisener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Johanna Barker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This newcomer songbird plays the role of Johanna, Todd's as-yet uncorrupted, sweet, innocent daughter who is raised by the Judge. She sings only one song in the whole movie, and she and this other guy create a kind of subplot of innocent romance, hampered by the terrible winds of revenge and hate that the movie focuses on. Dramatics aside, she's a lovely soprano ( not just the face I mean, she can sing pretty well) but it's a pity she's kind of a side role here. Not bad for a first role though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-0RLSZVI/AAAAAAAAALk/OIcBMoUMBTM/s1600-h/LucyinBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178575320463336786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-0RLSZVI/AAAAAAAAALk/OIcBMoUMBTM/s320/LucyinBall.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laura Michelle Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Lucy Barker ( Todd's wife)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well well... honestly, I wasn't sure what she did, but I knew she was famous for some reason. I wikied her and guess what? She played Mary Poppins! And a lot of other stage productions , including the Lord of the Rings ( on theatre stage ) as Galadriel... but on screen, she isn't as popular, apparently. In this movie she plays the wife of Todd who's basically the reason the Judge jailed Todd in the first place. Not a big role as it appears, but important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-tRLSZUI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZeQ90vxKfWk/s1600-h/pirelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178575200204252482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-tRLSZUI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZeQ90vxKfWk/s320/pirelli.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasha Baron Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role : Adolfo Pirelli, a barber who contests Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I half expected him to take out his sister and say " This is my sister. She is 5th best prostitute in all of London. Nice!" Which is a line from Borat the movie... because yes, he's the actor for Borat. It might be a really offensive movie but hey, I liked it =P . Just have to take these things with a pinch of salt... and possibly sugar, and soya sauce, and if you're really sensitive, maybe arsenic. But anyway, he doesn't play a crazy Kazakh with huge racial slurs here, but his character is not much less outrageous - an Italian barber who's also a fraud miracle elixir seller. And he's still very funny . " IT WASA THE POPE!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The plot... well, the plot is all about revenge. Todd gets jailed because bad judge wants his wife and gets her. Todd comes back, angry, jaded and hungry for vengeance and goes on a killing spree, while his friendly pie maker Mrs Lovett makes meat pies from his killing sprees. ( next time you order shepherd's pie, you might want to check if it's real shepherd) The rest, you'll have to see. In fact, you can search for the soundtracks on youtube... but honestly, you'll have to see the movie to appreciate it. But anyway for the curious, here's the links to the songs on youtube -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FLeKvZdNs8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FLeKvZdNs8&lt;/a&gt; ( No Place like London)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT7n718iJzI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT7n718iJzI&lt;/a&gt; ( Worst Pies in London)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8nzD_yEPfM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8nzD_yEPfM&lt;/a&gt; ( Poor Thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmUBwQybFKo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmUBwQybFKo&lt;/a&gt; ( My Friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tox_UDjLRCc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tox_UDjLRCc&lt;/a&gt; ( Green Finch and Linnet Bird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmzTMRTB_G4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmzTMRTB_G4&lt;/a&gt; ( Johanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eTUihny-OA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eTUihny-OA&lt;/a&gt; ( Pirelli's Miracle Elixir- along with that crazy barber with really bad hair. Honestly, you'd think he would get a better hairstyle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87EPt_AwkWU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87EPt_AwkWU&lt;/a&gt; ( The Contest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TClqRoJfgmo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TClqRoJfgmo&lt;/a&gt; ( Wait)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOBwH2Or-A8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOBwH2Or-A8&lt;/a&gt; ( Pretty Women)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rI1muWt0vho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rI1muWt0vho&lt;/a&gt; ( Epiphany) My favourite one of the lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGzpzJ4fzGY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGzpzJ4fzGY&lt;/a&gt; ( A Little Priest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uyDbGgD-9E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uyDbGgD-9E&lt;/a&gt; ( Johanna- sung this time by both Depp and the young actor for another set of scenes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjl09GT2UcM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjl09GT2UcM&lt;/a&gt; ( By the Sea - now this you really have to see the movie scenes with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other songs I'm not as fond of. But feel free to check for them on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all I really can say without showing up the whole movie. ( although I've shown half of it already I think) That's all for now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-FhLSZPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l-tCHO6a6d8/s1600-h/Sweeney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-995408229593782030?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/995408229593782030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=995408229593782030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/995408229593782030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/995408229593782030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-finally-my-sweeney-todd-post.html' title='AND FINALLY MY SWEENEY TODD POST'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/R93-NRLSZQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qT72OCyUlOo/s72-c/timburton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2682049954905938907</id><published>2008-03-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:04:40.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another song hahahaha</title><content type='html'>Yeah this is lame isn't it? All I can post on this place is... another song. Haha. Well I get addicted to one song after another. Soooo... what about my life? Well, actually not much to say. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;finished assignment. WoW... sleep. Eat. WoW. Slack until I need to study again... which... will be.... now. -.- I honestly should get a hobby somewhere. Oh well. Here's that song I was listening to for the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BURN by Jo Dee Messina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbIgTFyY0Yc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbIgTFyY0Yc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a poet and write&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be an actor up in lights&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;and fight for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be a diver for pearls&lt;br /&gt;Or climb a mountain&lt;br /&gt;and touch the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Bring to life your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;But I want something in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want you to burn....burn for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like a candle in my night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh burn .....Burn for me.....Burn for meeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a gambler and deal&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a doctor and heal&lt;br /&gt;Or go to heaven and touch God's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a dreamer who sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be a sinner who weeps&lt;br /&gt;Or an angel&lt;br /&gt;Under grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down on your bed of coals&lt;br /&gt;Offer up my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;But in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;bridge&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[ Bridge ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeah Ooh I want you to burn baby ....ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Laugh for me, Cry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pray for me, Lie for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Live for me...Die for uss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Ah yeah I want you to burn I want you to burn for me baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annndd there we go. Another song to fill up the space on my blog. It's a song that I've heard for ages but never really known how to sing. Now I do... doesn't mean I can sing it &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt;, but like I care. Muaahhahahahahaahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2682049954905938907?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2682049954905938907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2682049954905938907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2682049954905938907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2682049954905938907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-song-hahahaha.html' title='Another song hahahaha'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-3853964431998964692</id><published>2008-03-04T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:08:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizare Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle - by Frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ1c9ErCn7w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ1c9ErCn7w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;Its no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;but its a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I cant leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool wont set you free&lt;br /&gt;But thats the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And its what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ CHORUS ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll say the words that I cant say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I dont think youre what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd never see just what were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ CHORUS ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( Yes, I know the video sucks. So sue me, they wanted a quiet vid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet little song. It just reminds me of someone.. I remember a few people through some songs. I associate a few things with songs, mostly what I was doing or who I was talking to, or who taught me the song. For example.. that "Mama" song by the Spice Girls? It reminds me of this X-Files book I was reading when I heard it... where this ghost kid was trying to kill his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's pretty much just a quiet little song. Nothing really special, just for the confused in love and all that jazz. And also really simple to sing so I can memorise it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-3853964431998964692?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/3853964431998964692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=3853964431998964692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3853964431998964692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3853964431998964692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2008/03/bizare-love-triangle.html' title='Bizare Love Triangle'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2425872869805284428</id><published>2007-12-13T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:06:59.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>月牙湾&gt;&gt; F.I.R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyvi9bCDNpo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyvi9bCDNpo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(youtube embed doesnt work.. sucks sia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;月牙湾&gt;&gt; F.I.R. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;敦煌古墓的沙粒 带着我们的际遇&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我从半路看回去 这秦关漫漫好蜿踞 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;梦想穿过了西域 包含了多少的缠意 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱情像一本游记 我会找寻它的密语 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看..月牙湾下的泪光&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;在丝路之上被遗忘&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ CHORUS ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是谁的心啊, 孤单的留下&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;他还好吗, 我多想爱他&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那永恒的泪 , 那一句话&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;也许可能蒸发, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是谁的爱啊, 又为谁降下&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;轻声呼唤, 就让我融化&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那一滴雨水演化成我翅膀 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;向着我爱的人追吧&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;梦想穿过了西域 包含了多少的缠意&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱情像一本游记 我会找寻它的密语 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;看..月牙湾下的泪光&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;在丝路之上被遗忘&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [ chorus ] x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2425872869805284428?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2425872869805284428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2425872869805284428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2425872869805284428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2425872869805284428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/12/fir.html' title='月牙湾&gt;&gt; F.I.R.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5456871812816696427</id><published>2007-11-25T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:54:30.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside my mind right now</title><content type='html'>- Yeah that's pretty much it. Blank.. I suppose it's really not a good idea to be as serious about a game like that, especially since I'm not so much a pro at it as supposedly a leisure player. Social dynamics in a game can get pretty dangerous, especially since I'm kind of an escapist.. and I have my history of being stuck on games. Red Alert, Warcraft 3, Generals.. and now WoW. Only this time it also has people to talk with, and you forget the time even more.. I really have to remember that I do not strive to be one of those people who die in front of the computer with their eyeballs on the screen. No... there are far more useful ways to die. And it would achieve nothing that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well leave you guys with this. I'm still having a blank parchment inside my head... so until I think of something more interesting, adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5456871812816696427?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5456871812816696427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5456871812816696427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5456871812816696427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5456871812816696427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/11/inside-my-mind-right-now.html' title='Inside my mind right now'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-7321213684239476805</id><published>2007-10-02T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:44:18.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welll now my results are back!!</title><content type='html'>Anndddd none too good I'm afraid. Let's see. Passed all exam papers BUT failed one coursework. Which, of course, happens to be the one I hate the most. E-Business.... ERK! ACK! BLARGH! ( rolling on the floor dying ) ROFD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it serves me right. I attend lessons on a whim, and I do things mostly on a whim. To be honest, I seem to randomly make friends. Some people I just want to make friends with, talk to, even before I might have started talking to them. Others I just don't seem to want to be close to. Take, for example, my family. I've come back from a family trip with my overseas cousins coming over to join us and I must say it's been an absolutely wonderfully useless trip. To me, that is. It simply proves that I can barely relate to or talk to them. I was preferring to draw on my pad, and sustaining even a small conversation with them is just that. Small talk. Lasts for a minute or so, and doesn't scratch anything. Hello, how are you, nice to see you again, bye bye. Especially so for aunties, uncles, grandparents.. I find I might be getting a little cold on them, if I wasn't already. I think it's just the way I am.. nothing to blame on my parents. They have tried, I can say. But I don't find a point trying when I'm not interested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to the people who know who I'm talking about. IVAN'S COMING BACK ON THE 20TH NOVEMBER!!! 2135 hours ( 9.35 pm for the non-military peeps)  ON AN SIA FLIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;COME ON DOWN GUYS!!! ( again for the people who know who I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. You win some, you lose some, and you don't know if you're winning or losing overall. Heckuva mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-7321213684239476805?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/7321213684239476805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=7321213684239476805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7321213684239476805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/7321213684239476805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/10/welll-now-my-results-are-back.html' title='Welll now my results are back!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-4984925702952823338</id><published>2007-09-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:03:50.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being so MIA these few days. Like everyone knows, I'm pretty much stuck on WoW. Heh. Will be like this for much longer I guess... need to get somethings done there before I can slack off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be having lessons now, but as a screw up, I'm still at home. As usual, being the idiot I am, I read the schedule wrongly and voila- I figured I was having afternoon lessons. So wrong.. now I have one hour left of lessons. I think I'll just grab the notes and run. Doesn't really matter anyway.. even if I am there, it seems as if the whole lecture group doesn't care I exist. Maybe I've been too casual with my attendance last sem? Or its the drawing that freaks them out? They think I'm a freak, always drawing something in class, or that's what I've heard. But I don't personally care much. Being a loner in lecture groups is not too bad.. at least you have no pressure to attend lessons, other than from your parents. And those you can fake &gt;:) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be going now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-4984925702952823338?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/4984925702952823338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=4984925702952823338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4984925702952823338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4984925702952823338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-4277132693430129835</id><published>2007-07-21T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:09:28.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING : HARRY POTTER SPOILER</title><content type='html'>Hey guys i decided to be an idiot and spoil the plot of the Harry Potter movie, the Order of the Phoenix- for those who haven't watched or read the book. Here's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie opens with Harry being attacked by orcs. Apparently the Horde have been growing restless and decided to attack the human alliance without warning. Harry learns that they have a weapon of great power, a wand to rule them all. To destroy it, they must take it to a far away mountain and cast it into the fire. The Order of the Phoenix is thus set up, to protect Harry while he defeats this threat! However, the school has a new teacher who tries to step in their way( like in all other Harry Potter movies/ books)  and they need an army to stall the evil Voldemort, who in the last movie has surfaced. They thus recruit the bravest  300 students from Hogswarts, who proceed to don skimpy cloaks and head armor and face the 100,000 army that he-who-has-already-been-named has recruited. So begins the war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, what is Voldemort doing ? ( other than trying to take over the world as usual) He fiddles with a cube that cannot be solved,a mysterious almighty puzzle that the Muggles have called the Rubik's Cube. ( remember that the mightiest of wizards tend to have little logic, as mentioned in Harry Potter 1 ) He roars with frustration and decides to mobilise his army, attacking the school on all fronts. A mighty battle ensues, and while it occurs, a black guy suddenly says he has the solution to the cube. He calls it " happyness" . With his uncanny method, he unfolds the puzzle, and it morphs into a larger cube. Suddenly meteors crash-land all over, and change into giant robots, who then change into vehicles! The cube is the Allspark, the item that these robots have searched for, and will be a powerful weapon as well! So as the two sides race to use /destroy their respective all-powerful weapons, the robots attack each other with swords and laser cannons and missiles and stuff. Andd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is yet to be concluded, but there is a climatic battle scene at the end. Wonder where it leads? Find out in the next installment of Harry Potter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random words: you try so much but in the end you only love yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-4277132693430129835?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/4277132693430129835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=4277132693430129835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4277132693430129835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4277132693430129835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-harry-potter-spoiler.html' title='WARNING : HARRY POTTER SPOILER'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2538372356113896606</id><published>2007-07-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:28:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the weekend~</title><content type='html'>Not finished yet, guys. I actually wanted to make it a full entry on the saturday, but I decided I had to stop right there, cos.. I wanted to leave PvP as its own entry. Yeah.. just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, what happened after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Seoul Garden!! I met up with Jingyang, Shawn, Colin and gang, and we ate the steamboat at Taka. Looooveee the teriyaki chicken man... and also of course credit goes to professional cook Jingyang. Yang ge can cook, so can you! Taught us some good recipes on fried rice.. but then again, we need the whole oiled pan thing to work. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the dinner, it wasn't over for my saturday! Oh nope.. was forced to watch Harry Potter with my family. Quite shagged by then, but still no choice.. haiz.. so the movie was quite interesting in general. I can't reveal the plot but it was quite good, compared to the other Harry Potter movies I saw ( was forced to as well) . Especially that sadistic fairy of a minister.. the woman in pink. Freakishly sadistic but always mimicking some kind of super act cute fairy with her full pink regalia, 24/7 smile, and silly laugh. If there's one thing you can say about the Harry Potter movies, it's that they really know how to make you hate characters. She reminds me of.. hm. MISS LIM!! Some of you will probably know which one I'm talking about. Make up so many rules, strict punishment, etc. Not to mention ambitious and CMI face. When she acts cute, you don't feel like finishing your coke anymore. You feel like doing something drastic with that face, like stuffing pencils in her nose or something. Or maybe she can drink the coke through her nostrils. Oh, but the final fight scene against Voldemort was SO much cooler than before!! Finally wand combat shows promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. can't really reveal much about the film though, so this is all. Of course we went home after that ( was about 2am by the time it finished ).. hm. Basically, it's a must-see if you're a Harry Potter fan, and if you have been forced to see the other movies in the series, like me, don't worry, this one is actually better than the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2538372356113896606?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2538372356113896606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2538372356113896606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2538372356113896606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2538372356113896606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-on-weekend.html' title='More on the weekend~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-4170460703902600833</id><published>2007-07-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:14:00.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend to remember~</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, sorry for the late update.. not sure what to really write about anymore. Getting a little confused about everything lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend has been an interesting one. Mostly, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  FAIRFIELD PVP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's right. Past vs Present!! A long-awaited yearly event whereby the alumni ( aka. old guys, aka. US) will compete against the new batches of students as well as among ourselves in various matches of captain's ball, soccer and .. I think that's it. Din check out the floorball but from my knowledge it was basically canceled. Not too sure. But of course, it's not just about playing there. It's about visiting my old school, to relive the memories ( no matter how dusty or painful they might be - ah scrap painful. Dusty is more like it) , to talk to old friends  and make new ones, especially with the people you used to think were ah lians or ah bengs or whatever reason you had to ignore them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough about the generic titles. What actually happened? From my perspective, hm, it wasn't too bad. We got to see the class people who left for overseas study, and OMG WE SAW THE 2 MARKS AGAIN!!!! It's been Primary 6 since I last saw them man!! AND YI LUN!!! It seems like a 6F reunion all over again! Especially Yi Lun, who kind of disappeared when I heard he transferred to another school .. I never thought I would even hear from him again, much less see him! Mark Tang has changed quite a bit.. the rest don't really seem to have changed. Actually Mark has changed quite a lot I think.. regarding his &lt;&gt; appearance. Other than that, he seems a bit more worldly wise, and he's actually attached to one of our own. That's a fact I'm probably the last to know of. Assssss usual haha.. but I'm kind of taken aback at seeing them again! Oh mannnn.. must make effort to talk to the 6F people again. I still love 4C a lot, but 6F is also cool. I remember it mostly as a spam of drawing games... wheel of fortune, paper red alert, etc etc. And of course the people who played them with me... Ivan, Kerry, Yi Lun, Joseph, etc etc. Not very fair to put etc etc, but heck, I have a bad memory. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK down to PvP itself. Game as usual ended with... we lost lah. The new batch so fit, we lao liao, slower and less agile than them. BUT we managed to trash the current soccer team in one match!! GOOD JOB GUYS!!! WAY TO PWNAGE!!!  =D I din really manage to get in any of the teams except as a short time as reserve player in captain's ball. Instead end up as lala dui.. cheer for our team players. Pris as usual is super ento haha.. no wonder end up as Miss Fairfield PvP siahhhhh.... even get to wear the sash lor! ( Ok lah that was 2 tell the different teams in capt ball but nvm ) Captain's Ball was alright.. we had some tense moments when they felt the ref was being unfair, but the last match was fun though we lost. Soccer was good. Mark T and his ballistic missile owned one of our matches man!! If any goal was to be highlighted it would be his. Absolutely beautiful.. and at an angle that the keeper had no chance at all. He was, technically, at the wrong side, but still, perfect shot . WAY TO GO! The match itself was a bit marred by the other team, cos some of them wanted to fight after that. Over a match?? Please lor, its not even outside competition. Take it too seriously liao..but overall, still a good game, and our players can't be blamed for not trying. Congrats on a good performance guys!! Especially considering we nua so long liao.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also I took the opportunity to talk with the people there lah. Some people I dun ever remember even talking to before, I just struck up a conversation, and voila, suddenly we know each other. Catch up with Mark and gang, and some friends from the other classes, and of course VJ Monique hahaha.. she din get VJ post today though, I think. Overall it was a fun day, catching up with everyone, talking to the people there..but so much has changed. Our school is now so different.. so many rules.. we saw a few familiar teachers, but most of them have gone away. Mrs Koh aka Murder Koh, who made me love Lit, had already retired.. times have changed siah. New staff, new people, new faces, new building,..... new rules. It looks so much like a jail now.. hai... but it still will be the place I used to live in. ( Yes literally.. BB camps were held there as well) I don't have any photos, otherwise I'll post them liao. Later perhaps? If I manage to get them from some of the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-4170460703902600833?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/4170460703902600833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=4170460703902600833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4170460703902600833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/4170460703902600833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-to-remember.html' title='A weekend to remember~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-2624305548185738276</id><published>2007-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:53:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless</title><content type='html'>We watch the moon&lt;br /&gt;Two of us&lt;br /&gt;Eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;We think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd bustles below.&lt;br /&gt;They whistle, they call out, they wink and they cheer my name,&lt;br /&gt;they tell you, you are great, you are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;you are happy,&lt;br /&gt;but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;No I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to the other,&lt;br /&gt;but there is no other.&lt;br /&gt;I see blank.&lt;br /&gt;Words fail to run from the river of ice,&lt;br /&gt;from the open gap,&lt;br /&gt;people fade into shadows,&lt;br /&gt;ghosts of past glories , vampires of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is madness, I say.&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there.&lt;br /&gt;These are people, not monsters,&lt;br /&gt;not leeches,&lt;br /&gt;not creatures hanging on because they need your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they?&lt;br /&gt;I turn back, among the calls,&lt;br /&gt;among the breathing,&lt;br /&gt;among the words and minds of infinity,&lt;br /&gt;I turn and see with new eyes,&lt;br /&gt;what this is.&lt;br /&gt;Grey.&lt;br /&gt;Bleak.&lt;br /&gt;Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Unclear.&lt;br /&gt;Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to the other, and see why&lt;br /&gt;there is none.&lt;br /&gt;The other has been nothing&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is madness.&lt;br /&gt;Madness.&lt;br /&gt;Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARRRTAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this has been crap. Thank you, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-2624305548185738276?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/2624305548185738276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=2624305548185738276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2624305548185738276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/2624305548185738276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/07/senseless.html' title='Senseless'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5560524453927663042</id><published>2007-06-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:23:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the fun of it~</title><content type='html'>Hi guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long while since I decided to update. I not really sure what to write actually, even though it's been an eventful few weeks.... 2 of my friends have already left the country, and .. let's just say it's been an eventful few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm what to do? I know! There seems to be a trend of poetry among my friend's blogs these few days, so I think I'll do just that. Attempt a poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Love is what they should call you&lt;br /&gt;You quietly support me when times are down,&lt;br /&gt;you worry when I go out to town&lt;br /&gt;You give and expect nothing in return,&lt;br /&gt;only a simple thank you, a hug or some concern&lt;br /&gt;You are more true than any I will know,&lt;br /&gt;more fantastic than cold desert snow&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot love you as much as you do me,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give back what I owe to ye,&lt;br /&gt;I am a charlatan, a mongrel in this sense,&lt;br /&gt;yet I hope you will be with me until the very end...&lt;br /&gt;But I should see that this will not be true&lt;br /&gt;and I must learn to love and treasure you&lt;br /&gt;For when it comes, it may be too late,&lt;br /&gt;and all I can give myself is my own hate&lt;br /&gt;This poem sucks, and I know you won't read it&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Not sure how to end it. Oh well, nice attempt I think. I think... not really a good poem, just simple rhyming .. but just for the fun of it, like I said. Well that's all for now. Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5560524453927663042?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5560524453927663042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5560524453927663042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5560524453927663042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5560524453927663042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-for-fun-of-it.html' title='Just for the fun of it~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-3790391002972195393</id><published>2007-06-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:24:39.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the civilian world..</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm back to the living world. In case anyone here was wondering where I went ( which is highly unlikely.. I think everyone who even reads this place already knows where I went) for the past week , I was doing reservist at the lovely Nee Soon Camp. Yep... lovely place. Nice facilities, decent treatment, in fact way better than my NS life before... at least not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt you know what? I still can't stand it. Not the training, seriously.. I mean, sure, the training is hard, in fact, crazy. Running IPPT 3 consecutive days in a row?? Luckily I passed then, but heck, its still exhausting. But still, it can be fun, in a sadomasochistic kind of way.  I enjoyed being with my NS friends once again... people I can really just crap with, with whom I can talk all kinds of nonsense and not care about offending anyone.. be as racist as I want with anyone right smack in their face and still get away with it.  I like being free to talk as much crap as far as I want... of course not in the officers' faces lah. Golden rule still applies.. you can do anything you want, just don't get caught.  Not to mention.. amy life is slightly easier than civilian life.. you don't need to think about what to do next, just follow orders and do. Not much thinking involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the freaking regimentation. The need to fall in, listen to people talk crap while not sleeping, to follow orders and timings to the dot and ... very importantly.. the army mentality of rush to wait, wait to rush. Rush to one place with all your stores prepared well, far away from bunk, ready to cheong to operation then cheong back ( ok not reli cheong there, but definitely cheong back)  and then what do they say? Wait for further instruction.. WFFI. One hr excercise becomes 2 hrs, 3... drag drag drag. Bore the hell out of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin between officers and the like is also pathetic. Plenty of incidents to show that, but basically just need 2 know tt orders are ALWAYS being miscommunicated, slow, or lost somewhere. In short, if we ever fight a war, we're going to rain artillery on our own men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why people have no respect for us.. and that the enemy isn't either, if the enemy isn't coming from inside or is just ourselves. Perhaps it could be disgruntled men... sure, that would actually be possible. Men that are pissed over the constantly endless signing, shifting stores, long queues, hell lots of time and money wasted for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well enough. Not sure if I have enough now that Mindef will have to shut down this blog. Ah the hell with it. I'm tired. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-3790391002972195393?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/3790391002972195393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=3790391002972195393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3790391002972195393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3790391002972195393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-civilian-world.html' title='Back to the civilian world..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-3141026422803892906</id><published>2007-05-30T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:11:21.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW time!!</title><content type='html'>Yep going to talk about one of my new habits now - WoW. Not really a surprise since I'm mostly a game fanatic.... my whole life and past seems to centre around it mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the previous entry.. forget it. I guess everyone has their own problems, and it's not my business to talk about it, as much as it would be your business in my affairs. I'll just summarise it as saying.. dun be too caught up in yourself to notice that you aren't as alone as you might think... there are people around you who will never have as much as you already have. Your life is yours to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now for WoW.  What to talk about? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First! The undisputed most profitable profession is mining. You can mine gems, it is needed for a lot of professions, and you can earn lots of gold early in the game. Herbalism, sadly, doesn't pay much, and don't even get started on the crafting professions. Perhaps later in the game it pays off, but not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite class!! The ROGUE!! I've played this character a few times ( all until low levels only) but I like it. You get to sneak around creatures, stun mobs, PICKPOCKET them!! Not to mention the cool sneak attacks you can unleash, but sadly, rogue dps with their favoured weapon, the dagger, is pathetic, to say the least... you can only count on the sneak attacks "criticalling" to deal high damage to enemies. But when that happens... sweeeeeettttt!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior is better a class I think... not as interesting though. You actually have a role that's only snatched by 2 other classes - the tank can be done by druids ( bear form) and paladins, but still the warrior can draw aggro better than them ( in other words, they can force enemies to attack them better, thus preventing the enemy from hitting other people) and not to mention the far larger dps that a warrior can do- early game, at least. And of course the various defensive powers he can unleash that will quickly reduce his damage taken, increase his chance to block, and make him virtually untouchable while the enemies stupidly try to harm him, and the other dps classes can hit for free. YES!! WoW has ssoooooo many classes competing for dps that the Rogue, which is mainly for his dps skills, is quickly overshadowed. It's freaking hard to find a party when you are a rogue. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW also has a lot of social dynamics. The chat there is quite interesting ( although sometimes it gets replayed a lot. CHUCK NORRIS!!) and there are weird events happening there all the time. Valentine's Day has to be one of the worst... The damned ABOMINATIONS have hearts hovering ABOVE THEM!! Flowers all over Orgrimmar and Undercity, but .. the ABOMINATIONS WANT CHOCOLATES AND FLOWERS!! Well actually it isn't that bad. Who knows? Someone might have a crush on those .. er... things.  And alliance characters are quite bored. They keep raiding places like the Crossroads, or heck, one time they did the Valley of Trials. Wooohoooooooo!! Level 70 Night Elf warriors ganging on level 1 Orc starting areas. How mighty of them. Makes the other Level 70 horde characters shiver in fear . ( Or is it laughter? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hm, I think most of the people here have no idea what the hell I've just said. Well never mind, maybe I'll think of something else more well-known to everyone next time. Meanwhile I'm going back to WoW. Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-3141026422803892906?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/3141026422803892906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=3141026422803892906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3141026422803892906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3141026422803892906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-time.html' title='WoW time!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-1885799550614764151</id><published>2007-05-20T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:45:04.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly..</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days where the world suddenly hits you with a sledgehammer, reminding you of how pathetic life really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today seems to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too nosey. I should keep my god damn nose out of everyone's biz and be happy with my own life. After all, I'm alright with imperfection. That should make life a whole lot easier to live right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day and it becomes a whole new world.. not neccesarily better. And not neccesarily worse.. it just may be that you were blind all this while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-1885799550614764151?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/1885799550614764151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=1885799550614764151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1885799550614764151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/1885799550614764151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/05/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6967903829825486567</id><published>2007-05-19T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:49:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHTTT!!!</title><content type='html'>Today.. well, it's quite an interesting day for this entry. Why?&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I can POST !! FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;#2 - It's Saturday night! AFTER MY EXAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOO I'm FREEEEE!! I should probably be doing something productive soon, and if all goes well maybe I will. Instead of rotting in front of the computer or burning midnight oil in the midst of loads of pages of senseless notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm well now that I do have time, I guess I should settle some things first right? Some things that need settling. That have been gnawing on me even during my exams.. funny, it seems so important when I was having exams. Now that I actually have time to do it, it does not seem that vital .. hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well. Enuf. Quite glad I got to blog, but it's one of those things that dun seem so important now that exams are over.. but very important when I had no time or means to. Odd.. really odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6967903829825486567?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6967903829825486567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6967903829825486567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6967903829825486567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6967903829825486567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/05/alrighttt.html' title='ALRIGHTTT!!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5604803705537859997</id><published>2007-05-01T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:53:15.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The writings on the wall~</title><content type='html'>Just read something quite interesting.. a book on graffiti. ( Yes I'm insane. One more week to exams and I'm still reading books?? It is quite short tho.. but reaaallly funny) Something by some guy called Nigel Rees.. quite a lot of cool stuff, some of it pretty vulgar so I won't be putting it up here. But here are some of the more.. * ahem * polite ~ ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 ) God is dead . Nietsche&lt;br /&gt;     - Nietsche is dead. God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The grave of Karl Marx is just another communist plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) ( On Gents toilet in England ) Christine, if you're reading this, we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Soldiers who wish to be a hero,&lt;br /&gt;    number practically zero,&lt;br /&gt;    but those who wish to be civilians,&lt;br /&gt;    Jeez, they run into millions!&lt;br /&gt;    ( Esp for the guys, haha.. NS sux!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Road Safety Notice Outside a School - Drive carefully. Don't kill a child. &lt;br /&gt;                 ( Wait for teacher )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Gravity is a myth. The earth sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Racial prejudice is a pigment of the imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) How happy is the moron,&lt;br /&gt;    He doesn't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;    I wish I was a moron,&lt;br /&gt;    My God, perhaps I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) My mother made me a homosexual&lt;br /&gt;    ( under it was added) If I give her enough wool, will she make me one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Work for the Lord. The pay is terrible but the fringe benefits are out of this  &lt;br /&gt;     world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Sermon Title : " What will you do when God comes to Liverpool?"&lt;br /&gt;      ( Switch St John to left midfield ) or ( Jesus as keeper because he saves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Poster for a talk given at a village : " What to do when going bald?"&lt;br /&gt;        ( Prepare to meet thy dome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) In People's China the workers take the lead  ( In  capitalist England they also take the iron, copper, floorboards and fillings from your teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) Don't throw your cigars in the loo,&lt;br /&gt;     You know it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;     It makes them very soggy&lt;br /&gt;     and impossible to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) Sermon Ad : " Where will you be on the Day of Judgement?"&lt;br /&gt;               ( Still here, waiting for a No. 95 bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16) Free George Davis! ( with every packet of cornflakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17) Election Poster in Ireland : " Vote for Duffy!"&lt;br /&gt;       ( And Ireland's dead will rise up and curse you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18) Come home, Oedipus. All is forgiven ~ Mum.   ( Over my dead body~ Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19)Church poster : " Are you tired of sin and longing for rest?"&lt;br /&gt;     ( If not, call ************)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20) Since writing on toilet walls is done neither for personal acclaim nor financial reward, it must be the purest form of art. Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp thats about all I can add while refraining from toilet humour and stuff. My apologies to anyone I might have still offended here~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm well, thats all for now. Dasedanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5604803705537859997?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5604803705537859997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5604803705537859997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5604803705537859997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5604803705537859997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/05/writings-on-wall.html' title='The writings on the wall~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5663197229636741238</id><published>2007-04-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:36:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyz II Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnYESenjoGY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnYESenjoGY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the questions in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know whats weighing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But you can be sure I know my part&lt;br /&gt;cause Ill stand beside you through the years&lt;br /&gt;You'll only cry those happy tears&lt;br /&gt;And though I'll make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the moon and stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be there ( echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like the shadow thats by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be there (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For better or worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till death do us pa-art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll love you with every beat of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll build your dreams with these two hands&lt;br /&gt;We'll hang some memories on the wall&lt;br /&gt;And when there's silver in your hair&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to ask if I still care&lt;br /&gt;cause as time turns the page&lt;br /&gt;My love won't age at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I.. swearrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====End of Song =======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube link ( cos I'm lazy to put music on Internet )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnYESenjoGY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnYESenjoGY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random posting. Not exactly one of my all-time faves but still nice. I'm starving for ktv or sth. Some opportunity to sing!! I just realised I've always had some chance to sing since pri schl... it's either national anthem, school song, or even chapel. And then there was NS - needless to say, a lot of chance to sing there ( though most of the sounds tt are memorable are prob the Sgt's curses and yr own grunts ) . Maybe after exams, if I can get anyone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone KTV onz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5663197229636741238?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5663197229636741238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5663197229636741238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5663197229636741238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5663197229636741238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear.html' title='I Swear'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5394312732880555358</id><published>2007-04-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:51:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Chain Mail</title><content type='html'>Hello again.. a bit less depressing post here! Well depends.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd welcome to your very first DIY chain mail! As requested by.. ME! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Step 1. Origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; Bored dudes in a room. " Man I'm bored. What's there to do around here?" " HeyyyYYY I know! Let's write a chain mail!" " AweSOME!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; Mad scientist sits in his lab experimenting with his new computer. " MUAHAHAHA I SHALL CONCOCT THIS CHAIN MAIL AND UNLEASH IT UPON THE WORLD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt; Bimbos sitting around and chatting. " Hey , like, I hate this new girl!" "Yeah, she's , like, sooOooOo stuck Up!" " Totally!" " Hey, I have an idea! Let's , like, you know, write a chain mail! I heard she's , like, soooOoOo gullible for that!" " ooOoOoOOoOOoO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(d)&lt;/span&gt; Killers, Kidnappers N Badass Council of Chainmail Builders ( KNNBCCB) meeting - " Now we shall present our next project..." " OMG! My Spongebob Squarepants is on now! I better go cya later guys- " &lt;bang&gt; &lt;bang&gt; &lt;bang&gt; ".. as I was saying, our next project is -" " SPONGEBOB SQUAREPA-" &lt;blam&gt; "... is another chain mail...and it shall be even more SINISTER THAN EVER!! MUAHAHAHAAAA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; Bored little geek at home . " Viruses, check. Screwed the Internal Security Department , check. Hacked every website and account there is to hack, check.. &lt;yawn&gt;.. OH HEY! I think I'll try making a chain mail.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(f)&lt;/span&gt; Any suggestions? Like perhaps just a normal person feeling bored and sends chain mail for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Step 2. Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; Gorgeous Nigerian princess/ Handsome Nigerian prince needs your help in accessing an overseas account if you will just give them money..oh wait, that's not it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; Message about love, like.." Love is a many flavoured thing" or " Love is more than just words.." yadayadayada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt; Message about life.." Life is a race, but do not forget...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(d)&lt;/span&gt; Murderous person/ghost is seeking blood.. has just slaughtered a family and is on the loose. Not relevant that it is about a few thousand miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; Touching story.. about hospital patient,who died or is dying, and writes a poem, or story, to express their message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(f)&lt;/span&gt; Mother needs cash to help support her sick child for an operation and has struck a deal with Microsoft in exchange for her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(g)&lt;/span&gt; Someone really filthy rich is bored and wants you to spread this message .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(h)&lt;/span&gt; The email service provider has decided that you need to confirm your account by spreading the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt; Evangelism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(j)&lt;/span&gt; A really bored virus maker has made a virus-laden email and you just got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(k)&lt;/span&gt; The Duchess of Yorke has decided to have a tea party and you are invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Step 3. Forward to...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; As many as you want.. Just Do It (tm) NIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; Your friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt;1-7+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(d)&lt;/span&gt; 10+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; Varying amount - 1-5, 5-10, 10-15, etc.. the more people the more the reward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(f)&lt;/span&gt; 20+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(g)&lt;/span&gt; 100+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(h)&lt;/span&gt; 100,000,000+ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt; people you don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(j)&lt;/span&gt; your beloved, or secret crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Step 4. If you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; tommorow/ next week/ next month/ next year/ sooner or later your true love will find you and confess their love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; you'll get a lot of cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt; you're safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(d)&lt;/span&gt; luck will follow you in whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; you are a good person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(f)&lt;/span&gt; you will be saved from damnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(g)&lt;/span&gt; you will save another person's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(h)&lt;/span&gt; you will have lots and lots of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt; the KNNBCCB will be very pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(j)&lt;/span&gt; You can have tea with the Duchess of Yorke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(k)&lt;/span&gt; nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Step 5. If you don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; you're going to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt; you will be haunted by a certain murderous person or ghost who doesn't seem to mind coming from thousands of miles away to terrorise you because you did not forward his/her email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt; you are a very bad and insensitive person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(d)&lt;/span&gt; your love life will go to pieces and you will die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; tommorrow/ the day after that/ the next week/ sooner or later you will die a horrible death involving lots of pain and snails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(f)&lt;/span&gt; you will lose all your friends and good fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(g)&lt;/span&gt; Mt Krakatoa will erupt because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(h)&lt;/span&gt; you will have caused someone to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt; people everywhere will choke on their pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(j)&lt;/span&gt; your account will be revoked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(k)&lt;/span&gt; the virus will go straight into your com and forward itself anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(l)&lt;/span&gt; nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I can think of regarding this.. to be fair, some are actually motivating rather than annoying, especially when they don't threaten anything, but spread a good message and all. But when they threaten to wreck your life for no reason it's pretty bad. And there are also legit chain mails... like the protest against child abuse.. Light a Million Candles, was it? Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;This was not meant to abuse any other parties other than the sad cases who create chain mails.. do not take offence if you aren't them. All rights reserved. Any similarities of characters and stories in the text is purely coincidental.. well, kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5394312732880555358?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5394312732880555358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5394312732880555358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5394312732880555358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5394312732880555358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/04/diy-chain-mail.html' title='DIY Chain Mail'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6107051589635213062</id><published>2007-04-15T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:42:47.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I really ask too much?</title><content type='html'>Maybe, just maybe, I forget to get this into my thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly a great person to be with.. that I understand. I can be boring, tiresome, disgusting, annoying and any degree of an asshole to be with sometimes. Not to mention that no matter how much I try to hide it, but I guess I have a lousy temper with some matters. But I've accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I may not have accepted.. is that, everyone is different in temperament, in their emotions and thinking. Maybe why I really have annoyed so many to date, that they will check me off their list of friends.. is I forget I ask a lot from them, as friends go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not the kind who wants to spend their money, or keep borrowing from them. I hate having to owe people money, kind of chains you down. I don't want all their attention, or that they even give me anything of their possession at all... I only ask for trust. And honesty... to be able to talk with them honestly, about whatever they may be hiding, about our fears and likes, about our world, about our views, about why we act this way and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then in this time and age, I keep forgetting.. trust is a difficult thing. Especially for the wounded, for the disenchanted, for those who have lost theirs to something. And I guess I can be pretty annoying at times... I need a stop sign, seriously. When it comes to asking or being kaypo I need one. I'm pathetic at reading hints and stuff, mostly because I try to be optimistic in this regard.. almost to the point of being blind. To hope that I'm not already getting someone to hate me. Someone once told me.. trust is very hard to earn, but easily broken.. and thus, it becomes more valuable than money, than much of any person's own possessions... and even more so, for those who are lost without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honesty, too.. it goes with trust.. perhaps I ask too much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Well, if I am, then it will pass. I'm not sure if any one of those I offended read this, but if they are, well.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford to think like this anymore.. exams coming. Why am I not ready yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6107051589635213062?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6107051589635213062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6107051589635213062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6107051589635213062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6107051589635213062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-i-really-ask-too-much.html' title='Do I really ask too much?'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6328473913976707746</id><published>2007-04-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:49:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things that really piss me off...</title><content type='html'>- NUS staff and rules... I have a friend whos in NUS. Caught pneumonia ( read: potential life-threatening condition) and went to see the doctor in NUS . NO MC!!!!!  And same friend had lessons on EASTER SUNDAY MORNING!! Point # 1- Sunday is a public holiday... should not have lessons already     .... Point # 2 - Sunday morning is CHURCH TIME - means most christians will haf church on that period... means lessons on that time is against religion liao.. POINT # 3 - EASTER!!!!!!!!! DUN THEY KNOW WTH IS A PUBLIC HOLIDAY FOR??? Seriously /4 nolife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Messages from someone.. spam spam spam. I think I'm kinda patient with these things but after a while.. you know.. 2 whole weeks every day get message until whole inbox is this guy... you feel like put your arm thru the handphone and slap him. But of course since he only kancheong spider as usual... I message him back. Expected frm him.. other ppl maybe I reli just ps them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People who like to spam tagboards because they're not happy with the other person. Or who just spam vulgarities on tagboards cos they like it. Pleasseeeee get a bloody grip. It's the person's blog.. respect their privacy can? It's their own blog and if you are not happy you can say, but dun insist, and dun try to flame it. Whatever they say in there is their own biz.. if u not happy you go talk wiv them, not cowardly put yr anonymous name and flame it. If you really have no other way that you dare to attack them then go home and suck thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Bullies , especially those who target the emotionally weak. Not to be confused with friends who like to play a few pranks on each other, these people never let off even when they know the other person will be on the verge of depression or suicide. They purposely want to make the other person suffer, and in fact can be those who pretended to be close to the other person. They're just as cowardly as those who spam tagboards anonymously, even more so .... and even more likely to end up as shish kebabs when they pick the wrong person to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scams and viruses. I'm alright with chain mails, although some actually directly curse peoples' love lives or stuff like that, and those I dun really like at all. But I still enjoy deleting them =D . If they're true, I should have 50 different murderous ghosts and leprosy, cancer and no family or friends at all by now.  On the other hand viruses are always genuinely annoying.. you keep having to delete their messages, whatever program they force you to run, and to have an antivirus lag up your whole system. Really irritating in multiplayer.  AND SCAMS!! Omg.. I have easily 5 attempts by the Nigerian scam through friendster. I can't believe how many times people think I will fall for " Ohhh-my-dad-died-and-left-me-an- account- which- I- can't- access- unless- thru- a- business- partner- and- I- trust- you- to- be- so- even- though- I- dun- even- know- you- at- all- and- I- will- love- you- so- much- and- give- EXACTLY- 20% "&lt;br /&gt;( Wow what are the chances of that?? Must be a Nigerian protocol.. to give exactly 20% to an unknown stranger who helps you) .....and goodness. What in my freaking friendster account makes them think I'm a nice guy who will believe them ??  Lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not knowing stuff -.-  . Sometimes I wonder why I have such a lack of logic.... haiz. I amaze myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry does this sound like an emo post? Aw too bad. My blog. I post whatever I like.. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6328473913976707746?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6328473913976707746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6328473913976707746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6328473913976707746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6328473913976707746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-things-that-really-piss-me-off.html' title='Some things that really piss me off...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-3693403900735619843</id><published>2007-03-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:55:26.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Another serious post.. what is with me? Too serious nowadays.. need to post some nonsense for the sake of it... just to stop the overwhelming gloom these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched an anti-drug video.. and something just struck me. Hallelujah, I see the light! .......Yea right. People get addicted to many things, and they crave and crave for it excessively.. I'm talking about objects, like drugs, smoking, drinking, games... why exactly does it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular opinion states the most obvious - cos they take too much of it, and it becomes part of their habit, and it becomes them. They are hooked onto the pleasure-inducing portion of it all, into the sense of satisfaction it gives them.. but why, in the first place, do they start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social pressure? Yes, one of the reasons is social pressure. Friends all smoke, I smoke. Friends take drugs, so it's cool to do it. Everyone is DoTAing, why not me? The need to fit into the crowd can be so great, it can be a pretty simple task to pressure an innocent child into murder. Sounds exaggerated, but it's much easier than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the much bigger reason.. is escapism. We try to use these things as an avenue to escape from life, from our past, from bad memories or good ones that have left.. from ourselves. We use it to pretend the world is all about the smoke in the brain, all about the lovely colours you get when you take drugs, all about the next creep to kill, the next hero to gang. It may seem like a good refresh from the pressures of life, from the pain of loss and heartbreak, but in the end, it becomes a part of you, it consumes you more than the thing you try to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is addiction.. what I think of it. Not merely a small matter of taking too much of something.. it's even more complicated when you try to break it.. because to have the will to break it, the problem lies within the addict.. within what they are trying to escape from. If it is not resolved.. it may never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-3693403900735619843?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/3693403900735619843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=3693403900735619843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3693403900735619843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/3693403900735619843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/03/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-611863920288829978</id><published>2007-03-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:39:51.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonds</title><content type='html'>When you make any relationship with people, romance or friendship or parenthood.. it cuts both ways.. every joy they have you might not share, and yet, wounds spread fast.. even when you cannot fully understand it or why you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it only the ego that needs to be satisfied.. thinking you must be so great, as to be everyone's saviour? Like being God or something. Or being obsessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd. Anyway, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-611863920288829978?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/611863920288829978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=611863920288829978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/611863920288829978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/611863920288829978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/03/bonds.html' title='Bonds'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-8913139888374903601</id><published>2007-03-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:32:11.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top essay questions to answer</title><content type='html'>1. Philosophy 101 : " What is emptiness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Theology : " Pick one of the seven sins that applies most to your life, and describe how it disrupts your relationship with God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Sloth ( underlining or 'zzzzzz's optional )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Psychology : " Define courage, and its relevance in the human psyche "   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : THIS is courage!! ( write in BOLD, and immediately slam in front of marker's table for effect. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Alternate question - " Define madness, and its relevance.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-8913139888374903601?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/8913139888374903601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=8913139888374903601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8913139888374903601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8913139888374903601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-essay-questions-to-answer.html' title='Top essay questions to answer'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-564044192366265331</id><published>2007-03-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:06:53.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just. Because.</title><content type='html'>Why am I doing this? It's so cruel, there are no words for how terrible it is.. it is undeniably, absolutely ruthless, evil, pure total carnage of literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1 of : TiTaNiC Singlish Version!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning : explicit content ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, the story begin long long ago, in the Southern province of the Pacific Ocean. Or Atlantic. Dunno dun care.&lt;br /&gt;What happening siah? Orhhh... got one treasure hunter hor, very kiasu one.. people go find Malaysia oil palm he look for Titanic.  " Why ah? Because hor, Titanic got this big big diamond siahh.. then find can sell become damn rich !! Buy condo then drive Mercedes and everday enjoy life in Geylang siah!!  SHIOK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he look look look look look look all the way from Boon Lay to Pasir Ris then one day his khaki tell him " EH GOT SOMETHING!!! " Ehhhhhh it's a BOX siah!! He damn happy, cos box sure got treasure inside one!  Except K Box lah.. that one different story.  So he high oredy, call all de bhangra come together celebrate, then all go " YUUUUUMMMMM SEEEENGGG!!!!" then all go open!   &lt;br /&gt;         " WAH BOSS!!! SIBEH HOU AH!!"         " GOt the diamond???"    " No leh.. but got 1702 FHM siah... instant nosebleed one!"        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... wah, better go find this FHM babe siah... so he find then how? SI MI LAN... o ya, she by now old grandma oredy.. sian diaoooozzzZZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he use his otak think then... eh, the diamond leh?? Maybe she keep somewhere siah.. so he ask her very very politely, cos that time still got the courtesy campaign..&lt;br /&gt;" OY LAO ZHA BOR!! YOUR DIAMOND THROW WHERE SIAH??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? Yah lah of course comprain to Gahmen lah... then he kena fine.. then he say sorry a lot then she say " Ok lahh.. gif u chance... I tell you story..."&lt;br /&gt;" Si mi lann... need 2 heear grandmother story..."             " You wan hear or dunwan hear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................And sooooooOOoooOOoo.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-564044192366265331?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/564044192366265331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=564044192366265331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/564044192366265331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/564044192366265331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-because.html' title='Just. Because.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6879731916184143391</id><published>2007-03-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:40:47.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes~</title><content type='html'>This is for all of you heroes out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the word mean to you? An action figure? Soldiers who defend the country, Marvel characters, inspirational writers. Your icons of greatness and contribution, who help everyone else and achieve great recognition for their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what of those.. that do not recieve this recognition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes, in actual fact, are far more human, and among us, than we might think. What is my definition of them? * ( it is, after all, MY blog, so you listen to my definition, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to people. You support them from the back, you give them time when they need it, your time, and their own. You sacrifice what you have to help them, to get them through their times of need.. You cheer them up with all you can , with what you have, and you bring their life back to them. But who really takes care of you? Who listens, who knows the turmoil that you have within? Who can see through the sunshine you try to create on yourself, and to pierce the emptiness within your soul, hidden within the flowers that make you look "normal", contented, strong? Or the brick wall, the castle that you are, sheltering them from the wind and rain, and you yourself wear out in time, cracks appear, pipes break, and nothing is left of you... except that which you protected.. Who will save the heroes.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you continue to perservere, to hide the pain and the scars in yourself, to inspire everyone else, to try all you can to give aid where it is needed. The beautiful face without a name, the lovely veil to hide the shame.. You may be stronger than most of us can be, but always remember that even the strongest may need help. Do not be afraid to seek it, to ask for another person to share your woes, to lend you a hand, because you have given yours out many more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6879731916184143391?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6879731916184143391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6879731916184143391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6879731916184143391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6879731916184143391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/03/heroes.html' title='Heroes~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6393834688817317618</id><published>2007-02-28T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:01:56.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomised</title><content type='html'>Some random stuff... just to make this blog a little less gloomy? or worse.. you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Schizophrenia is NOT multiple personality dissorder!! Yes, I heard that just recently, and my friend wants it to be really really clear.&lt;br /&gt; Schizophrenic ppl ( or schizos)  hear voices in their head, talking to them, and believe something different from their surroundings.. they are somewhat deluded in their whole life. Think.. hm.. if you guys know, the Professor from " A Beautiful Mind". Or basically just think- voices in the head.&lt;br /&gt; Multiple personality disorder  ( MPD) means you completely change into another personality all of a sudden, and you might not even be aware of it. You might talk to it, or no. Think Smeagol-Gollum, Incredible Hulk, Jekyll and Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Everyone has different sides. So even if you hear different stories about your same friend, no, they need not be having MPD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   WoW is freaking addictive.. join if you want.. but be warned, it's very very addictive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   I should be studying, but instead, falling to the trap of bloggers.. randomly spawning something entirely irrelevant. Well, like I said, this is my blog. I do anything I want. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5.    If you're still wearing a mask take it off here. Entry is only for the unmasked. And smoking in the smoking section please. There isn't an age limit though, but if I curse you might want to keep the kids away from the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Keep the kids away from the screen.. like, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  KAN NI NA BEI CHAO JI BAI NI NAO HIA  FUCK LAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( told you to keep the kids away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   12345567891011121314151617181920... that's how many fingers and toes you have altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should realllyy be studying now guys.. ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6393834688817317618?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6393834688817317618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6393834688817317618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6393834688817317618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6393834688817317618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/02/randomised.html' title='Randomised'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-419738144033724636</id><published>2007-02-25T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:12:42.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections?</title><content type='html'>Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weird blogger. I actually don't like to put my own life here, about how I am or what I am. I'm still insanely shy with my ownself, and basically.. I guess I'd rather tell people what I could be thinking over a coffee or even just msn. It's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, I might just depress readers over here just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what exactly has happened.. why I'm always a little sad somehow. I guess, I regret so many things I have not done in these years. I have put too much time into computer games, into drawing my own things and into wasting lots of time, but not going out with friends, doing anything social, or even learning new things. I do regret, although I try not to say it.. I try not to whine, because I know I made it happen. I did not do anything to remember, to preserve my memories, if at all... I did not try to be anything more than a student, I did not try anything hard enough. Even in games, I played a while, but never tried hard enough to be some kind of super gamer and earn big bucks in competitions, or learn to compete. I have but one word for this : humji. And now it makes my life one big fucking gap, like there's no past, no future, only a present that I can barely alter. I've never known what it's like to chase anyone, to try at all, other than just peep at them once in a while like some shy nerdy stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm really trying now, is basically.. to make up for what I think I lost. To know my friends better, rather than just talk cock a while and spam computer games solo. But sometimes I suppose I try too hard, because I like to talk about personal things, and people can get frustrated when you keep harping on it. Yet that's something I'm always interested to talk about, no matter how depressing.. that's just me, I guess. I think I'm a pretty good listener, but maybe that's just my ego talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just think too much. Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-419738144033724636?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/419738144033724636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=419738144033724636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/419738144033724636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/419738144033724636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflections.html' title='Reflections?'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-8161502227881279397</id><published>2007-02-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:42:00.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year..</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year! I think I should at least say that, just in case people reading this think I dun celebrate it.. to be honest, I don't feel its very significant to me this year. Most of my cousins ( the ones I actually talk to, somehow) are missing somewhere.. overseas or something. And circumstances force the visit to Malaysia to be especially short.. but well, since I don't really have people to talk to there, it's not so bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Pig year, for those who do not realise... yes, it is. That certainly doesn't mean you can't eat pork- that would be kind of disastrous for Chinese cuisine worldwide, wouldn't it? And you know what the Pig year is for? Plenty of little piglets!! Yes, the pressure is on for married couples.. get grandchildren for your parents QUICK!!! Hurry before the year is over!!! ( Also for the sake of the children- couples with children = official married couple = HONGBAO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's start on a happier note too, shall we? Some nice wishes to give this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai Xin Nian Kuai Le - standard greeting... like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen Ti Jian Kang - Good health to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Jin San Bao - Tell the angmohs this is the standard greeting for New Year. Then watch what happens when they greet everyone like this.. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Shi Ru Yi - Wish you best of luck, and success to you! ( esp for the PIGLET thingy.. MUAHAHAHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toto Zhong Jiang - Win prize for Toto... for the less "virtuous" relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Nian Zhu Fu - Well... erm.. its lame. I just thought of it, and sounded cool =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-8161502227881279397?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/8161502227881279397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=8161502227881279397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8161502227881279397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/8161502227881279397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-5163418612888600459</id><published>2007-02-15T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:57:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Mention the word.. what do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers? Roses? Diamonds, chocolates and sweet poetry? Perhaps your boyfriend, or girlfriend, or crush. Or that dream prince you've been waiting for. Kisses, holding hands, bringing them the moon and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that notion is only romance- a portion of romantic love, the usual BGR ( boy-girl relationship) you see on TV. Guy meets girl, girl and guy fall head over heels in love and elope. This involves a lot of gifts, deeds, and also a mutual attraction ( Well, sometime's there's guy and guy or girl and girl in this aspect, but that's not the point) . And the gimmick of gift shops - ah yes, buy a flower, ring, chocolate for your lover? And when we speak of love, that is the first thing that comes to mind, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has many kinds.. and we all need it. No? Then let's begin with something to silence those who believe there is no such thing as love... we begin with it. Parents- ah yes, parents. Proud, arrogant, old and irritating - many of us view them as that. And yet, these same people who we could be mistreating and ignoring since childhood , could very well jump into a blazing inferno like those firemen in movies, or action heroes, just to save us- only that they may not return alive. A less dramatic example - they work day and night, and leave us alone a lot, but whom for? To earn so much money, and for whom? People like to think of love as a knight in shining armour, or a lover with a rose, but what of the parent who sacrifices his entire lifespan slaving at the office, just to feed his children? There are those who would go even further, and sacrifice the one thing that even heroes have at their death- their dignity. Prostitutes who would do so if only to support their children, and when these kids grow up, they would use this money to escape the life their mothers had, to earn a job, and then abhor the scandalous trade, maybe even the mother who is doing it. In economical terms, it is a very risky venture, where you have no guarantee of ever having any returns... but love never was about returns, yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... there is love between friends. This is the common kind of love between similar genders ( without homosexuality, of course ) . And one point to note- unlike romance, this kind of love has even less conditions to bind either side. Meaning to say, friendship doesn't have to mean you must be always with that person, can only go out with that person, cannot do this, cannot do that, must look like this, blah blah blah. More freedom to each side, yet sometimes, the bond is just as strong, and lasting, as romance itself, if not more so- and it can also be much much weaker.  But still, it is a bond that no one can do without- not unless you plan to live as a hermit on the mountainside.  Of course, it is quite odd to consider telling your friend " I love you!" ( again because of our narrow perspective of it all) but .. well, that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, romantic love.. yes yes, whatever. Seeing as how it is being broadcasted everywhere , it only needs a short mention here.. but it is, unlike what some stupid idiot in the Ch8 9pm series currently on ( about some Zodiac .. forget it, I dun follow the plot) , love , "true" love as you call it, is not all about being possessive- what's yours is mine, what's mine is also mine, etc. Heck, forget that "yours is mine , mine is yours" stuff. Define the properties of your relationship however you will.. love was never about that. So what exactly is it? Care, concern, respect, attraction, and the rest is all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what has happened to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 problems that have come about.. frst and foremost, resistance. Not only bitterness, anger, nonchalance towards this ideal.. there is also our pride. Yes, we do need our pride, our "face", as us Chinese call it, but in some instances it becomes a huge stumbling block. Like a father who would not help his daughter when she does something "dishonourable"... even if it stabs through his heart like a knife. Like a friend who, after an argument with another, will not lift a hand to help when it is needed, just because he cannot stand down. Pride can be stubborn, and we live to regret much of it when we think back.. parents have this as a brick wall between them and their children, and it eventually drives them apart.. but most of the time, it is only a farce, and even as they watch the children they disowned walk away, they cannot show the true extent of their pain. And it is also a problem with guys, with this stupid need to "look cool", to be an emotional rock, but we just aren't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other big problem- corruption. Love becomes twisted, altered to fit the mindset. When, fo example, someone actually buys that " Love is possessive" crap, he/she will begin to think that their lover should have no freedom whatsoever, and eventually, this makes the other into an object rather than a person- a property. It also can be twisted when one loves an ideal, a concept, and nothing concrete - money, or power. And thus is spawned the real evil geniuses of this world, thus is spawned politics. Love, when possessive, becomes an addiction, and creates stalkers, madmen, killers, and the list goes on. In other words, when love goes awry... we have psychopathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the range of love.. it is not as defined and mass-marketed by the companies, that it needs diamonds, roses, chocolates or even gifts.. simple companionship will do. It is our inherent need, a part of our psyche, the essence of our being.. and it never is, or was, only about couples, about poetry or gifts or sweet nothings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-5163418612888600459?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/5163418612888600459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=5163418612888600459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5163418612888600459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/5163418612888600459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/02/love_1205.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-6981010753459653399</id><published>2007-02-15T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:42:26.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdR9fAwQUlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uU5adLHseWw/s1600-h/22+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031784655411499602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdR9fAwQUlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uU5adLHseWw/s320/22+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANIEL FOOOOO~~~ ( Uncensored version above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, the one and only. Dun blame me for posting this so late.. one reason is that he din even give me the photos ( photos here are courtesy of YY even, This guy damn lazy siah)- another reason? BLOGGER SCREWED UP!!! Gah... never mind. We can talk about it on msn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now we talk about his birthday .. umm... lets see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh, so many photos! So I'm going to post it and leave you all to find the captions yourself!! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031786704110899810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdR_WQwQUmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Q8rugJNzIms/s200/22+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031788933198926450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSBYAwQUnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D0aJ1rOhkL0/s200/22+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031789336925852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSBvgwQUoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-mCy6DHXYEE/s200/22+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031789744947745426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSCHQwQUpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0QG08lANlQ0/s200/22+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031791059207738018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSDTwwQUqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/maH7QKggrI0/s200/22+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031792163014333106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSEUAwQUrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1l_OaxnKUlk/s200/22+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031793421439750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSFdQwQUsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yyu1Wyp5SQE/s200/22+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031801611942384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSM6AwQUtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vwJ4ESXoBo0/s200/22+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031804107318383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSPLQwQUuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h2o2hXWeay0/s200/22+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031806181787587314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSREAwQUvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y4qsY0-31B8/s200/22+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031807212579738370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSSAAwQUwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4sMZWhUoI7Q/s200/22+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031808569789403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSTPAwQUxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5Bp7cDe8l30/s200/22+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031810519704556322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdSVAgwQUyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ptxts5UwL84/s200/22+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK lahhh... let's give you all a clue. Hmm...I know!! Here- I'm going to give the captions below- you guys can try to match them to the picture! Hahahaha... have fun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(a) . Stone Cold 3:16!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(b) . Saikang warriors marching in, hurrah, hurrah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(c) . " Hm? What's this packet here siah.. what to do with it.." ( Looks over at DF)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(d) . DF anddddd Misa Misa of Happy Sweets!! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(e) . Here come the guests!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(f) . GAH The Incredible Hulk! (or ghost. Or Incredible Hulk ghost)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(g) . Group picture of the 8 people!! ( and one Death Note)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(h) . " Ya, Milo just now go toilet and then... nvm lah! Your birthday must toast! Yaaaammmm.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(i) . DF showing off his guests' lovely feet ( and pants. and skirt. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(j) . " Yah!! Birthday cake goooooooddd!!! Err.. whats happening to the side siah..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(k) . Happy guests singing the Happy Birthday song! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(l) . " Eh.. taste not bad leh... but still smell a bit funny siah.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annnnd not to mention some special guests..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huimin all the way from Australia! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milo .. for being the only person to come in Cosplay! Hahahaha....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Auga and Ji En for making Winning 11 championships... not such a failure.. at least got a winner... =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YY again for the photos!! Seriously thx a lot for so many photos.. otherwise I'll haf nth 2 do this on, haha...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thus ends the 22nd birthday of our friend the DF...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-6981010753459653399?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/6981010753459653399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=6981010753459653399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6981010753459653399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/6981010753459653399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to_15.html' title='Happy birthday to&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;~~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaVkoz5lL50/RdR9fAwQUlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uU5adLHseWw/s72-c/22+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-117000301524523121</id><published>2007-01-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:31:24.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday ~ ~ ~</title><content type='html'>By the time I finish this post, perhaps the event is over, perhaps just started, perhaps neither. An event so amazing it will change the world forever, that will be the most outstanding amazing thing to happen this Jan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD productions ( and me) present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ AUGA's BIRTHDAY!!!!! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its the birthday of Auga, at least for our celebrations. We decided to have a little fun at Sakae Sushi, and once again, Auga stole the show with.. well, himself!! =D He's the most funny person ever, seriously.. even tho we end up like 1 hr later than schedule ( thanks to the guest of honour actually =P ) we still had a lot of fun.. and we din even go KBox!!! ( me n my KBox.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;6 people out of 10, but still had lotsa fun, hahaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For details please refer to YY's bloggie. I'm not really one for details. Lazy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm butt.... we must show the credits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Milo, first and foremost.. she did the booking of seats at Sakae, bought the cake, and even her own present for Auga!! This all would not have been possible without her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Samuel too.. he helped to rope in most of the people ( of which some did not come, but heck, he tried ) and most importantly he got the MAIN MAN to come down!! None of this would have been possible without him, seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YY FOR REFERENCE BLOG!!! LolZ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to  Daniel Foo, for coming =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd thanks to the star of the show, AUGA!!!! For appearing and making this event an evident success!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Here's another star of our show... coming soon to a blog near you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4388/3186/320/726231/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-117000301524523121?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/117000301524523121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=117000301524523121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/117000301524523121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/117000301524523121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday ~ ~ ~'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116914393084710597</id><published>2007-01-18T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:12:10.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHH</title><content type='html'>Forced to change my tagboard cos Flooble is down... sucks sucks sucks!! ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Here's the new format. Might be a little odd, I dunno. See how. Maybe I'll change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Argh #2... SIM Exams and Assignments period!! AND MOCKS!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHH DIE DIE DIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh # 3 : Stressed by myself. Its been 21 years and STILL I have this freaking inferiority complex!!!!!!!! WTFISHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was crappy, but needed. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116914393084710597?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116914393084710597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116914393084710597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116914393084710597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116914393084710597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/01/arghh.html' title='ARGHH'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116764167820223531</id><published>2007-01-01T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:54:38.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2007... noobs</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Welcome to 2007!! I'm going to put my list of resolutions on this entry... maybe it will inspire everyone else to follow suit my example and be wonderful people just like me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Be nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Join City Harvest Church more often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Love my parents and give them hugs often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Give more to charities so the humble CEOs of charity organisations can buy more gold taps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Be good to all animals, creatures and DFs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Refrain from mass murder and world domination speeches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Learn to be more gentlemanly and wonderful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Gotcha, didn't I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I'm still very evil this new year.... like I said before, its my blog and I'll publish crap if I feel like it. If anyone really wants to know what I want to change this year, they should find me personally. I'm a personal guy- doesn't mean I'm nice or anything, just a personal guy. Don't really like to whine on blog, even though yes I have, but I hate doing that. Still quite emo sometimes, but you'll have to ask me what it's about. It's alright, I dun dao most people for it, really. Well, not so far anyway.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no, I don't really think I'm that wonderful a person. You'll have to wait very long if you expect me to be that ego. Not really ok actually, still on the short end of the life stick, or whatever that means. It's alright, I'll live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS YER FILTHY ANIMAL.... AN A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116764167820223531?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116764167820223531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116764167820223531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116764167820223531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116764167820223531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-2007-noobs.html' title='Welcome to 2007... noobs'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116594876538771279</id><published>2006-12-12T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:39:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting stuff</title><content type='html'>Try this link. Quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.losersociety.com/cgi-bin/lssite.pl?writing=7141963"&gt;http://www.losersociety.com/cgi-bin/lssite.pl?writing=7141963&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116594876538771279?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116594876538771279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116594876538771279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116594876538771279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116594876538771279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-interesting-stuff.html' title='Very interesting stuff'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116568051337181679</id><published>2006-12-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:08:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law - Cops</title><content type='html'>More laws based on Murphy's Theory of Patheticity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullet proof vests aren't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bigger they are, the harder they fall- on you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High speed chases proceed from lower concentrations of traffic to higher ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tear gas works on cops more often than on criminals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogs do not see cops as people of authority, they see lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On any time you decide to break the law, a cop shall be just in time to see it happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a cop, any time you decide to break regulations, your officer will just happen to walk by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flash suppressors don't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there is a gang of drunken bikers are in the area they will send a single officer. If there is a single drunken biker they will call in the whole SWAT team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116568051337181679?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116568051337181679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116568051337181679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116568051337181679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116568051337181679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/12/murphys-law-cops.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law - Cops'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116504866351137465</id><published>2006-12-02T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:51:54.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law 101</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, and welcome to my first and possibly only lesson on Murphy's Law, founded by Murphy. For those who don't already know, Murphy's Law is the fundamental principle of pessimism, the cornerstone of our establishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some facts on Murphy himself. Apparently he was an engineer in an American airbase- Edwards Air Force Base, and his name was Capt Edward A. Murphy. While working on a project, he kept telling the others what could go wrong, and had this famous phrase- " If there's anyway he ( the pilot) can do it wrong, he will find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus in Edwards Air Base 1949, Murphy's Law was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alrighty then, we'll begin on Murphy's Law, which in all terms is summed up quite easily " If anything can go wrong, it will." This is , of course, only a small part of being pessimistic, especially in the modern context. ( Modern pessimism involves politics and philosophy as well, and it's just as complicated as procrastination. Well, I'll explain that tommorrow)&lt;br /&gt;The basis of Murphy's Law itself is doubt. You always worry, knowing that the worst possible thing could happen. A common application is in jealousy, when, say, your boyfriend goes missing for too long, he's definitely having an affair. Or in horror movies- if the person stays alone for too long, they're definitely going to be the next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, one fundamental thing- according to the law, you should NEVER EVER WHINE " How can things get worse??" or anything like that in context. Because if you do, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole " Ok if it can get worse, it will" kind of application is really overused. Here are some other interesting variations of his law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murphy's Law of Thermodynamics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All situations get worse with increased pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murphy's Law of Projects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the project has a flawless report, your project analyst is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murphy's Constant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage and value are related by this constant, where&lt;br /&gt;Damage done to Object== Value of Object * Constant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the more valuable the object, the more damage will be done to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chance of the buttered side of the bread falling down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hardware tools will always land on the concrete pavement instead of the lawn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the tools are still running ( say, for example, a power drill) they will land on objects that can be damaged ( like your foot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling objects accelerate to the maximum possible speed that can deal the most damage when hitting your property ( or your neighbour's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After you've lost something and buy something else to replace it, you will immediately find the original.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scuba gear will never leak until you dive into the deepest possible underwater cave. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paper is at its strongest when you need to punch holes in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the food is great-tasting, served excellently and politely and cheap, it's poisoned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your action has a 50% chance of bein wrong, you will be wrong 75% of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The universe has unlimited possibility of mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well alright, I'm going to end the list for now, but I'll be back.... the list isn't halfway done, no worries. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116504866351137465?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116504866351137465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116504866351137465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116504866351137465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116504866351137465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/12/murphys-law-101.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law 101'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116367517839417539</id><published>2006-11-16T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:43:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overreliance... and some random crap</title><content type='html'>Yes I just realised how much I depend on technology nowadays. I thought I was different from  the past- from the loner and basically slow, lazy dude I used to be. Now I realise the major difference is my tools from the Internet- friendster, blogging, or much more importantly, Windows messenger aka. msn.  Now I'm stuck without msn, cos even it has abandoned me..... I really feel deprived from any form of real conversation at all. Of course, I can pretty much go back to my old days... play games, study, sleep, eat, etc. , but I seriously don't want to.... it just made me regret everything that I was.  I want to chat!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Stupid microsoft.... sianz. WHY MSN DUN WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm well, enough talking about it. I think I'll intro this character I thought out of nowhere, simply cos I want to. INTRODUCINGGGGG................ PROFESSOR L!!!&lt;br /&gt;( A few letters above Prof X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Name= Prof L&lt;br /&gt;= Age= 30.......................ish?&lt;br /&gt;= Sex= None, cos no one interested.&lt;br /&gt;= Blood Type= Red liquid&lt;br /&gt;= Citizenship= What ship is that? Haven't heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;= Interests= 5% on my bank account, 250% on my loan shark debts.&lt;br /&gt;= Race= No thanks, I hate running&lt;br /&gt;= Family= Bored to death listening to my lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just some random stuff.... just thought of it out of nowhere, hah. I'm so freaking siannn....&lt;br /&gt;WHY MY MSN DUN WORK??!?!?!??!?!!?!?!?!?!!??!?!!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116367517839417539?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116367517839417539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116367517839417539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116367517839417539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116367517839417539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/11/overreliance-and-some-random-crap.html' title='Overreliance... and some random crap'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116232507219803626</id><published>2006-10-31T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:04:40.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship- pt 1</title><content type='html'>Just a random entry... what is being a friend all about?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking along the lines of sharing each other's pains and glory, and being there for one another... helping each other out when either is in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've forgotten that being a real friend is also telling them what they don't want to hear... about criticising them, about reminding them about the flaws they might not see. And to help them correct it, or at least notice it and change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116232507219803626?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116232507219803626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116232507219803626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116232507219803626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116232507219803626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/friendship-pt-1.html' title='Friendship- pt 1'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116136923001578056</id><published>2006-10-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:33:50.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is now time to talk cheese. I shall talk cheese, simply because I feel like it. Cheese everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us define cheese.  Cheese is a food, a particularly wonderful kind of food, that tastes cheesy.. how to define it? The taste is... creamy, milky in a smooth, kind of way.. cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;In this definition, cheese comes in many forms.. in powder, grinded to spread over your pizza, or in melted form, where people dip bread in it for fondue dishes, in slices, which is the marketed good of modern markets, or in its classic piece form, which European cheese is usually made in, and the form that most artists draw it in when they mean to illustrate mice running after it.&lt;br /&gt;Cheese has many kinds... cheddar, blue cheese, parmesan, etc etc etc. It can be flavoured so variedly- there's pineapple cheese, roasted cheese, smoked cheese, ham cheese, onion cheese and even CHOCOLATE cheese!!!!! ( which I din try and am not gg 2)&lt;br /&gt;Consumable cheese has many benefits- it gives mainly the benefit of calcium, and thus helps to strengthen your bones and teeth. Modern cheese also has some extra nutritional value which I'm too lazy to find out at the moment.. shall update when I read up =p.   And it's tasty, and lovely, and easy to eat!!!!!!! Also it irritates the hell out of some people, and I like doing tt. HAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the term "cheesy". Cheesy refers to a kind of language whereby the terms are more or less repeated overly, or mouldy, or full of holes, or creamy, or basically lame. ( Cheese is lame, because it cannot walk) Cheesy is super cliche stuff, like " How's life?" or  singing the Barney song, or saying lame jokes in which only you laugh. ( Singing the Barney song is also punishable by punishment) Cheesy can be used to spice up meetings or conversations when you really, absolutely, totally and COMPLETELY have nothing else to say... in other words, it's a desperate move. Do not try this on new people you have known for a few seconds.. chances are that it will be the first and last time you ever tell them a joke.  People have to be able to stomach the cheesiness of the cheese... some can't and unless they dun have a choice ( like say, your coursemate, unless they are the kind tt can mug at home and survive uni)  they will avoid you. Or not.  Well that's cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way.. cheese is also used in photos. People ask you to say cheese when your photo is being taken. Why? Apparently, the mouth moves up a slight angle when that word is being said, creating a curve in which teeth are exposed and thus the illusion  of a smile. That is why cheese is used instead of pepperoni, or pizza, or Fried Hokkien Mee with Extra Hum, or Macaroni Cheese Sandwich, or cola, or milk. Why they ask you to smile at the birdie when it is obvious there is none is not my biz. I dunno... perhaps they refer to the Yellow Cheese Pecker, which adores yellow cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some cheesiness, to add into the cheese atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID THE CHEESE CROSS THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;= To get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID THE MOUSE CROSS THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;= To get to the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;= It thought it was a cheese.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID THE CHEESE SAY WHEN ITS PICTURE WAS TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;= Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID THE MOUSE SAY WHEN ITS PICTURE WAS TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;= Nothing, it was eating the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID THE CHICKEN SAY WHEN THE PICTURE WAS TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;= Say Cheese! It was taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN BE BETTER THAN A CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;WHO MOVED MY CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;= Why is the sky so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE RECOMMENDATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM: For value for money cheese, eat at the canteen. 2 dishes serve decent portions of cheesiness- The Chicken Ham Spaghetti at the western stall ( $3.50) or the Cheesy Baked Rice at the Japanese food stall ( $4.80) . Both are filled with enough creaminess and cheese to satisy a cheese lover for lunch at least.. if you don't think it is enough, ask the auntie for more cheese. The baked rice also has this fragrant cheesy smell that is guaranteed to irk your friends with less tolerance for cheesiness ( aka . the lesser cheesers) .  DO NOT ORDER CARBONARA AT MEGA BITES unless you want the ambience- for $4.90, you get a Chicken Ham Spaghetti with a larger plate and pepper, and a fancier name . -.- A bit more ham too... but for that price I'd have expected it to be wayy more cheesy than the CH Spaghetti, PLUS I don't like pepper!!! Not worth my extra 1.40.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC: Cheese fries are a MUST for cheese lovers.. however, no point ordering the cheese nuggets, it's just some cheese powder with the popcorn chicken and its not that cheesy. Cheesitos are not so bad, but still not half as cheesy as Cheese Fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember- cheese is the word. CHEESEEEE!!!!!!!!! I AM THE CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116136923001578056?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116136923001578056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116136923001578056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116136923001578056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116136923001578056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheese.html' title='Cheese!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116119136503953462</id><published>2006-10-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:09:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlehood</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not going to follow Daniel Foo and write a whole freaking sermon on stuff like that. But I'm just going to write about some things that perhaps have been on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes.. I jus went for CF meeting tonight. PS the council people in the process.. oh well, life is about choices isnt it? It's all about the things I decided on first, haha.   Well the speaker today talked about singlehood.. about how it is better to be single. Personally I don't agree... for some reason, somewhat. Yes, there will be this problem on freedom.. a HUGE problem on freedom.. but I somehow want to know how it really feels like.. just to love someone, with the physical and emotional intimacy that lovers share.  Even just to take all that she has to give... if she wants to scream at me, cry, whatever... hopefully not hit me, not because I can't take it, but because I have a terrible temper when it comes to physical abuse... I really don't know what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;But  just to take all her screaming, her sobs, everything..   hah, maybe I could do that with really close friends, but somehow, I think its different with a girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then perhaps I am not mature enough for one... like I mentioned, I have a lousy capacity for physical tolerance... pain I can take, it's being  physically bullied with no good reason that will drive me to the brink, just too fast.    Well, all in good time  I  guess, haha.. maybe I just want a friend with whom I can be really honest with, whom I can listen to and can listen to me, whom I can care for and will do the same. Stuff like that, haha... but the kissing part will have to be scrapped, no? Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles dinner on Valentines Day, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116119136503953462?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116119136503953462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116119136503953462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116119136503953462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116119136503953462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/singlehood.html' title='Singlehood'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116041485258160838</id><published>2006-10-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:27:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitterness</title><content type='html'>Well I'm going to write about this. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the chance... to see both sides of a conflict. Of friendship turned sour, no, bitter, no....&lt;br /&gt;acidic.   It's sad, really, when friends would kill each other if they had the chance... i mean former friends. It's not over money, oh no... it's what happens when a love triangle goes wrong. One after the other, they take turns backstabbing each other, until all that is left of what was a great relationship... is a pool of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how does it begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies. That was how it ended.   It was understood between them that the boy was . But the friend still chose to seek out, even chase that person, while covering up with layers and layers of lies.... and it was upon this discovery that embittered the first friend, and split them both apart forever.. as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but they are connected.. not with friendship, as it used to be, but with a bridge of mutual spite, of some kind of bitterness towards each other. I'm not sure on one of the parties, whether it is truly spite or simply a mask to hide the pain.. but in all sense, it is still bitterness.   And whether or not either party wins this war of words, it all ends up hurting both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I wonder.. will I end up like this? Perhaps, with someone I consider my friend now... will they turn their backs on me, and betray me?  Maybe I should be wary, as of now... since there are some that say no one can be trusted, and so it might be true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if I do that, I will end up more bitter than if I simply trusted people.. not that we should trust people blindly, but well, we still need to trust. Nobody is an island, for certain.... not most of the people I know, anyway, are willing to be alone, forever...  so I will try to do that, trust people.. in practicality , of course, but to not be paranoid, as far as I can... I am a little of that, I know.   But I will try to change that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certainly easier for me to say that.. I have not gone through the hurt of being betrayed by someone I love.. but certainly by someone I trusted, however foolishly.  Still, I hope that there can be an end to this bitterness.. if all else fails, then both parties will have to forget each other even exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be reading this... glad to hear that you finally have found someone you can trust, who can make you happy, who can rip your disappointments to shreds, and bring back the sunshine to your life.  But I think you probably won't be seeing this.. well, if you are, I wish you the best , and hope you can drop that bitterness and be truly happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116041485258160838?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116041485258160838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116041485258160838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116041485258160838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116041485258160838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/bitterness.html' title='Bitterness'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-116031932244304912</id><published>2006-10-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:55:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>So what does it mean... the word "shadow" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow, a word that has been used in many contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common usage is , of course, your own shadow- shadow as a noun.  The patch that forms when you stand in front of a light source, or just around it. Or even below it, such as the sun.   It's simply something else that just accompanies you, not really of any significance. Or to some weirdos, it's an odd figure to talk to, just like the image in the mirror ( which some motivational speakers actually suggest you do- but not to your shadow, for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To " shadow" someone- meaning " shadow" as a verb, is to stalk them, to follow them undetected.  Nobody must know you are following them, and even if they realise it, they must not know it is you.  To be there, without them knowing you are there. Spooky, but probably derived from the original noun, since nobody really cares whether their shadow is there or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A " shadow" of a doubt- meaning only a hint, a whiff of suspicion, or what not.  In this context, shadow, again, implies insignificance- not invisibility, but insignificance, so small yet large enough for you to think about it.   A tiny tiny thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A " shadow" of your former self- in this case, it only means you are pathetic compared to what you used to be.    Again it refers to the noun " shadow", as the shadow is only a shape of darkness, of the original figure... it has no substance, and will not vanish, but is nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I suddenly talking about all this? I feel it refers to me... to what I'm becoming, doing, or what I am.   All of them, in some way, perhaps, apply to me, or at least the last one... I'm slowly fading, fading away... losing any purpose, direction, or whatever I had if at all...... I have nothing to say, no substance at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow, to fade in the morning sun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-116031932244304912?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/116031932244304912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=116031932244304912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116031932244304912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/116031932244304912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/10/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115919340423530694</id><published>2006-09-25T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:10:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM - another week of fun! :)</title><content type='html'>YAy I'm becoming mad... seriously mad. Oh well not really I guess. School's only just started for two weeks or so, and I have to know people and talk cock and sing song..... I feel like a new kid going to school, you know? Cos it's been a long time since I studied, haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week is going to be a little more busy, but not so much on work... on the contrary, its more the CCAs that's gg to be taking up most of my time!!!! Joined council and learning the ropes... crashing Christian Fellowship devotions.... and planning to go to Singing Club too!!! Wow, I'm so going to regret this soon, or just drop one of them... but well, not so soon.  I will be trying to know as many people as possible.. especially girls. Muahahahaha!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( This is just so lame...)&lt;br /&gt;Well, just trying to know more people... I think its kinda interesting that I can join the CF and all, thanks to years of chapel and Boy's Brigade, I'm not new to the whole thing. But I'm technically not christian either!!! Haha well, thank goodness they aren't going all out to convert me- yet...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind their company, and I hope they don't mind me either. Really friendly bunch, haha....          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council is so busy!! My department is going through a hell lot of things as we prepare for some new event... not to be leaked yet.   Hm, yeah I feel kinda left out, as I'm only one of the newbies that joined after the Aug batch... and the other guy has already blended in. Plus, I'm too damn new to this council thing... I've always been a follower, and there really isnt much I think I can do for them, to contribute or anything. In short, I'm a statue. I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO STONING!!!! Its too bloody much like my army days, where basically I was always the odd one out of the platoon... maybe its me. Damn... wish I could change myself.. trying to, but it isnt working out the way I thought it would. Never does huh? Well hope I can contribute more.. otherwise i really don't know what I'm doing there. Poor Joan.. shes kinda the leader and all, but hey, she's only human... she looks so damn shagged during meetings man. Haha, I feel damn guilty lah... I'm like the only person not doing nuts over there, though I'm trying to find something to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, Im also trying to find some time to hang out with Ivan, Joseph, maybe Milo also if she's free! I mean, this is like their break or something man.. so they're kinda free I guess, for now. I need to just talk with them again, at least one... just to, you know, catch up and all. Haha.. and if you guys reading this got anything jio me leh... I might be busy, but heck, try try lah? Hahahahaa.... studies at this moment is kinda slack now, so I'm still .. well, hanging?Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115919340423530694?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115919340423530694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115919340423530694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115919340423530694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115919340423530694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/sim-another-week-of-fun.html' title='SIM - another week of fun! :)'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115842100937605678</id><published>2006-09-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:36:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERSTAR!!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today was a long day, kind of... or a short one, I'm not sure what either should mean. Or maybe a tall one?    :P     Whatever.... it more or less started with me going down to support my friend ( like I said in the last entry lahz) for Project Superstar auditions- the cool dude Darryl! ( who i dun tink anyone here knows yet)     Bahz.. met up wiv some of his other supporters... total strength= 4! Lolz.... none of us can scream some more lor.. so sad...  :(&lt;br /&gt;Hm but its the thought tt counts right? Esp since I'm the only idiot to have come all the way frm west side... the rest all ard the north, so gg 2 the Superstar auditions is pretty easy for them. All frm singing club man!  Then later Joan ( another SIMer in the singing club) also join us to support Darryl.   SO fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hm but one thing.. progress is DAMN SLOW. We meet when the thing supposed to start... 11am.. then after that only ard 1230am then start. Wth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Well one more thing... I invited Daniel Foo to come also.. he say okok.. he never come. Can tell me tt at 11am he still at home... nvm, I tell him 2 come down now. Haven start yet, got time. And wad happen? He din come...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slow to start... worse to end. Wahz... Darryl was at the end lorz... like, the contestants start wiv the 1ooo+ number tag, the Darryl was like 6000+ tag!!!!! Behind him got 3 contestants only siahz... the one after him we also support, but wah lau... so long siahz, reli got 2 sit thru the whole performance to wait 4 him to perform. I'm sorry, did I say sit? I meant STAND. Yes, stand for 6 freaking hours, watching the judges criticise each n every one man..  ( cos its a male auditions today, duh... I'm not watching the female ones tmr)   so siann, watching them in and out. Oh yes, there were some songs sung over and over again.. especially this one song.. ai mei or sthing.. kaoz, sing 4 times in a stretch by 4 different contestants! Then at the last few also got one guy sing again.. haha... and then, JJ Lin's songs of course sung a lot lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm well... then came our Darryl's turn. We got cheer for him ok!!! Only 6 of us lah (including Joan's fren)  n nobody reli go scream, but he heard us, definitely. Hahaha... then he sing song the time, the judges just cut him off lorz, like the lousier contestants. Hey waddup man.. he dun sing so bad wad. Then he kena kick out... his fren also... I think they were kinda siannn also, judge everyone else for wad? 6 freaking hours... I them I also sian, but then, its showbiz wad, you have to get used to it... sigh. Poor Darryl... hm but all things considered, he took it quite well. Well of cos he shld, i mean, he tried his best, wad else can he do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Oh and about this time, my dear Daniel foo called me, ask me if I want to go for city harvest... he din come for mine some more wan 2 ask me down... din reply huh? well nvm.. tts daniel foo lahz.. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh but he was kinda cool abt it, I guess... he even treated dinner!! At some buffet.. something Sakura or sthing.. wah not bad siah, buffet pasta n stuff, n for 24 dollars!!  N japanese food too, of course... sakura wad...  but too bad one of his frens had some problem with eating, so well, we had 2 look out for her. On the other hand, another of his frens eat like nobody's biz!!! Wah lau... serious bottomless pit siah. N she's also the smallest of the grp lor( i think, haha) !!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm well... all in all, fun day lah. In the end we din go K-Box like the original plan... but end up gg home after dinner. Just as well lah, I also too full 2 move oredy.. haha...  Darryl still had some feelings left abt the auditions tho, I felt. Oh well, cheer up buddy... there are many more chances if you try!  Oh btw thanks for dinner!!! Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115842100937605678?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115842100937605678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115842100937605678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115842100937605678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115842100937605678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/superstar.html' title='SUPERSTAR!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115807753363488611</id><published>2006-09-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:12:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of school!!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOHOOOOOOO SIM here I come!! So happy, finally got an excuse to just talk to people next to me, lolz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm but siannnnn how come my course only got 4 girls? All also not say very good looking... then again only abt 4, wad can i expect... especially from the computing course... sigh... who ask me to dislike economics?    &lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, but I tried to join council! Hahah ... Joan conned me with an F &amp; N drink... the 3 Cs you know? Convince Confuse Con!!! Hahaha .. if I have time maybe I'll think of more.. make it the 5Cs!!    :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh btw.. anyone reading this thing, even at all.. 2 things to tell you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Better check out the news first, find the alternative routes to Suntec.... it will be blockaded by the police due to security reasons, as IMF is coming in. Someone oredy zhong hor~ kena force 2 walk long way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My SIM fren is gg 4 superstar audition (or wad? dunno wad its called) this Saturday , 11am, at Toa Payoh HDB hub or sthing.. you guys got time go down n support hor~ his name is Darryl!!  Bring the horns and whistles ahz!! ( not sure wads the exact place.. he say got a lot of ppl gg there.. if u reli wan 2 know gimme a msg, i try 2 confirm wiv him lahz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha SIM so fun tho~ cheap food, got bazaar somemore, $2 for 3 choc bars!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT???? Bargain man... wooohooooo ( cheapskate me ng.. lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk I'll probably be saying how sian it is soon enough.. for now though, I find it sooo exciting... SIM wooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115807753363488611?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115807753363488611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115807753363488611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115807753363488611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115807753363488611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/2nd-day-of-school.html' title='2nd day of school!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115782998186092959</id><published>2006-09-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:26:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The original Monty Python song..</title><content type='html'>Yeah I found the Monty Python song, the bright side of life, in its original context... and its sooo much funnier here! Hahaha.. feel good message too! Here take a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Loc8bpczZPY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Loc8bpczZPY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I especially like his last comment.. you start with nothing , you get nothing, you ARE nothing, what have you got to lose? NOTHING! Kinda takes most of the kick out of pessimism already, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115782998186092959?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115782998186092959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115782998186092959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115782998186092959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115782998186092959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/original-monty-python-song.html' title='The original Monty Python song..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115759448753226603</id><published>2006-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:41:38.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and prejudice</title><content type='html'>I guess its been some time since I dared to whine.. so I'll whine in this secret post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. i finally realise what I am missing. Friends. Mind you, I'm not completely insane. I know I do have people who care about me -as far as friends go, anyway. But I doubt they will stick with me... until the end. That they will really go all out to help me... and that, if I were sane, would not go all out to aid anyway. No, not those.. like Anlin, like Augustine, like Yingying, like anyone else... no one I can truly, freely connect with, can talk with forever, can enjoy the prescence of AND who also enjoys my mere prescence as well. Not in real life. Messenger is a sad replica of life.. so it does not count.  No, not Joseph, who only talks with me a while.. who talks with me about silly things most of the time, but ... I don't enjoy i that much, and I doubt he does either. Not Margaret, cos I barely enjoy her prescence... I think I am prejudiced against her. Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;Not Anlin, not AC people, not even my Fairfield people, whom I'm pressed hard to understand who really even is close enough to me. No one, nowhere, not even my current class. I'm alone, in this society, in this world, I am alone. I live alone and I die alone.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will believe I can, and will, make great sacrifices as a friend. No one, I think, and for all my pride, I am afraid to ask... it will either confirm my fears, or affect our friendship, for the limited value it could be worth... No one I can say really shares my thoughts, and who trusts me as I trust them, wholeheartedly... no one, as far as I can tell... maybe because I barely trust people completely. I am afraid to shatter the hopes of the people who I think rely on me for support, but perhaps I am an idiot, haha. I always have been... and I always like to pretend I'm invincible. Perhaps that pride will destroy me.. lol. Maybe ... it already has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am empty, prejudiced, sick... I will die, soon. I am dead.. only a matter of time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115759448753226603?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115759448753226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115759448753226603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115759448753226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115759448753226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='Pride and prejudice'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115747561671963985</id><published>2006-09-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:53:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Silence ( Sept 5)</title><content type='html'>Yes... I forgot to say... we shall now commence a moment of silence... for Steve Irwin.. the crocodile hunter. ( Honestly I haven't watched his programs at all.. but somehow I think he's owed this at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin : 22 February 1962 – 4 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed by a stingray while filming yet another wildlife documentary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we commence...&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That should count as a moment. Anyone timed that?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind... the time is not relevant. It's the thought that counts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that just goes to show that no matter how experienced we are with danger, it seems it will find some way to get to us... though of course he didn't die with a crocodile, that would be a joke for the crocodile hunter. A sad one, yes, but a great joke nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;No more souvenirs for him, no more " Crikey, that's a big one!" . Just a very long stay at the big croc swamp in the sky. G'bye, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried stingray anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115747561671963985?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115747561671963985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115747561671963985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115747561671963985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115747561671963985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/moment-of-silence-sept-5.html' title='Moment of Silence ( Sept 5)'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115747410466342102</id><published>2006-09-05T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:35:04.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st to yet another soul...</title><content type='html'>Hello I just came back from Malaysia, spending much more meaningful time rather than simply spamming blogs and rotting at home... now I'm back to it again, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since I'm at it... Happy 21st to my friend Zhihong!!! Yes, to be honest, I haven't really talked to him often in the past few years, or even in my Fairfield days, or even at all... hmm, so why is he my friend? Well then he's not that close a friend then... but a friend nonetheless! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I have nothing better to say... HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHIHONG!! Welcome to adulthood!! Although you are still stuck in army , you're a clerk, so other than the usual " army sucks real bad" routine, you're better off than you think. Or maybe you know. Gah nvm.. HAPPY 21st!!!           Wish you all the best for, firstly, your NS time, and then, your uni, and of course the rest of your life!!   :P Din manage to make your party but I had 2 go malaysia... otherwise I'd definitely have come man.  Esp since its not easy 2 organise an xd meeting these days... &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also happy 21st to my friend and platoon mate, Alvin the Goh!!! Yes, I don't think anyone who even knows him is reading this at the moment, so I guess I'll have to intro Ernie to this too.. haha...Hmm, I will post my only pic of the event soon. Don't worry, I'll say more about this when I manage to upload the pic.. meanwhile, I'll just say HAPPY 21st!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... birthdays are done. That's the update for now.. good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115747410466342102?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115747410466342102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115747410466342102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115747410466342102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115747410466342102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-21st-to-yet-another-soul.html' title='Happy 21st to yet another soul...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115618052376365900</id><published>2006-08-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:31:33.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES TO ALL!!! OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="TABLE-LAYOUT: fixed" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys.. sorry i just realised I can't get my account cos i kinda forgot my password already.. meaning to say if anything goes wrong im dead.. :P so i kinda got a new one.. hey.. em.. so this entry is 4 the ppl who actually bothered 2 tag.. so sorry! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Below r the entries frm original board)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kerry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;wah...u all steady leh! Go funeral like machiam xd gathering in chalet siaz haha!!! Sounds like quite fun lo, somemore got df there to sabo! Been quite busy the past week, moving apt and buy car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;oh man this one also got censoring man.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;haha okok .. 1*beep*2 i just realised i din say anyting abt national day!! sorry ppl :P gg 2 post now! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;who is ps? haha... dk! updates updates updates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;nice blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kerry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;ermm...yah yy, i was in sch waiting for classes so nothing to do...anyway dk, this 1 is ur confirmed blog already right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;wah kerry u tag at everybody's blog! loL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kerry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;wah...i cannot imagine df actually walking around with his stupid makeup on...oh man! Anyway so fun got xd gathering! I want to go also...so sianz in usa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;wah. just found out u've a blog..from yy's links. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;ah bu? haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kerry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;dk is the maker arz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;haha my class outing leh yingz... nvm, i see if next time can! Haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;whY nvR toK abT mE? loL~ jokinG~ haHa... glAd thAt yoU're haviN fuN maN! bo jiO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;haha i also dunno wad siah~ but if got il sure ask u come one! &lt;img alt=";)" src="http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/156/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;blog blog blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;what retarded things in mind? haha~ i wanna join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the maker:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;haha i dun blog very often.. still a little shy lah~ &lt;img alt=":D" src="http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/156/biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt; Anwz thx 4 visiting me blog! ill b on yr blog too.. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;so long nvr blog ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yingying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;me me me again! wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115618052376365900?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115618052376365900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115618052376365900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115618052376365900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115618052376365900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/08/apologies-to-all-omg.html' title='APOLOGIES TO ALL!!! OMG...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115546160276374773</id><published>2006-08-13T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:33:22.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and despair</title><content type='html'>I've just woken from a long long nap.   Why sleep until 2? Haha.. well, I've been over at Ivan's grandpa's wake the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relatively simple affair.. I suppose its not the day where you have rites to finish the procedure. I'm not sure.. I didn't think so.  Well anyway I went there alone, cos a few people I tried inviting couldn't make it, but then not everyone is slacking like me. Hahaha...  OK, I understand u guys r busy so not yr fault.&lt;br /&gt;So basically it was a weird arrangement in the end... Samuel came late and brought Joyce along- another xd which I still dunno, haha - and we play dai dee until we happy :P. Ate dinner, talk cock, sing song, wait until Auga + Dfoo come REALLY EARLY ( took them abt 2 hrs after Dfoo first said 10 mins then reach - which ended up abt 10+) and then Sebrina also came. So we continue talk cock sing song play retarded card games, and other retarded orientation games, and of course there was this fun game wiv cards, where you draw a card and can create various forfeits for diff cards... in the end we made the penalty peanuts and Daniel Foo ate most of them. Poor thing... muahahahah ... serve him right for telling us 10 mins ONLY??????&lt;br /&gt;BUT we weren't finished... later he also drink until siao.. I tink 2 full cans of beer ah? Hahaha!! All cos of Indian poker...  then Joyce left early and Seb also.  ( that is, if u call 1pm early)&lt;br /&gt;Then I see them play mahjong ( lim peh dunno how 2 play mahjong so watch lor~~) and then we play other retarded games until dinner. Had fun lah basically... then go home sleep in MRT and pong in bed. Most exciting part of my life. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with one of Ivan's cousins that day. I'm not gg 2 say his name. If u wan u can ask Ivan, but doesn't matter. He said that he slept next to the grandfather every night, before the man .... left . ( 7th month ok.. dun anyhow say things)   He said he could not sleep anymore, not for more than an hour. He still believed, somehow, that the grandfather was still around.. he could't accept the idea that the old man wasn't here anymore. He said that he really regretted that he did not like to talk to his grandfather a lot... at least, now he feels he didn't talk enough to the old man.   And even when he passed away, the boy ( yes hes not tt old) thought he was still sleeping...cos somehow, he was in the same position as when he usually sleeps.  The boy reflected that you have to cherish the ones you have before you, before they leave.... and you never get the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... in the light of all that, I guess he does have a point. Naturally he's sad... especially when, as he says, the old man used to claim that he loved him more than all the other grandsons. It seems quite obvious, seeing as how the grandfather himself slept in the same room as him... or was it the same house? I dunno... I din tink it relevant to ask.  Ivan wasn't so depressed ( at least according to what I saw) but of course he was sad. If he didn't feel sad, that would be odd, maybe even unfilial.  After all, he's human.  And from what I hear, he was a nice old man.. and a great grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, lesson to be learnt... treasure those you love, and those who love you. You may not be able to see them at some time... maybe for a long time, maybe forever. It's sad, but that's life. If we come into this world, then we must leave at some time.  We should cherish and hold them, show them how we feel, tell them all we want to tell them. For not only is their time limited but ours too.... and especially look out for your family. Often we forget our family, in the rush to meet new friends, socialise, we forget the people who love us the most. We take them for granted, and we let them pass.. soon enough it might be too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, though I tell that to people, I wonder, can I actually do that? Truly develop some filial piety for all I've forgotten so far? I'm not sure... I think I might have gone into cold dark stasis, into a mindset where I just can't love my family anymore. But I will try... and so should we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it really is too late to say goodbye, to say " I love you" or to cherish the one who loved you, then if you really cherish their memory, you should go forth and do your best. You say you have disappointed them by not using your potential? Do it then. In their memory, live well, be strong, live on. I believe that even the ...  people who have "passed on" can see us, the living, in our entirety. Whether or not they can actually do something is a mystery we are still exploring.&lt;br /&gt;But if they can see you, then work hard for your dreams, for your life. Be happy and well, and show them what you can do. Do not simply break into despair... it would break their hearts as much as yours, and even those with you who love you. Cherish those who have not gone, and in the memory of those who have, strive on and live your life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sky this morning, when I returned on the morning MRT. It was a beautiful dawn, and I thought.. even when you have gone through the darkest of days, you see such a sky, and you forget all that you have worried about.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115546160276374773?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115546160276374773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115546160276374773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115546160276374773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115546160276374773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/08/death-and-despair.html' title='Death and despair'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115545868864406029</id><published>2006-08-13T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:44:48.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED NATIONAL DAY EVERYONE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello everyone.. I've just realised I haven't put anything up for the greatest annual event in SIngapore... which is to celebrate the existence of Singapore itself!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!! How old are we now? 41? Wow... tts.. actually not that old, come to think of it... Oh wait! No its to celebrate our independence!! After years of serving different masters ( first the Brits then the Japs and then back to the friendly old Brits... tea anyone? ) we were finally free on 9 Aug 1965!!! So that's the history of our beloved Singapore, for anyone who hasn't already memorised the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate this momentous day ( which I'm at least 4 days late for :P) here's the lyrics of the latest song for all Singaporeans to be sick of!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ISLAND HOME sung by Kaira Gong , developed by Joshua Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;She's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Grace and beauty&lt;br /&gt;In all that you see&lt;br /&gt;My island home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget her&lt;br /&gt;Nor will she forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus ^&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing&lt;br /&gt;A song of home&lt;br /&gt;A land of peace&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are born everyday&lt;br /&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I belie~ve ( drag the e)&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ^ My island home&lt;br /&gt;Home of my family&lt;br /&gt;This is my future&lt;br /&gt;Where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;(This is my future&lt;br /&gt;This is my home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;A part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I'll see if I can post this song up for anyone to hear once I figure how to permanently put music up on my page... meanwhile the rest of Singapore can prob remember how this stuff is sung so go ahead and sing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I guess it was another momentous mark in Singapore history.. a great day of celebration for most anyway.  I spent the whole day at home myself... haha.. see it on TV lor. Me n my sad little life... BUT WHO CARES ITS NATIONAL DAY!!! Oh hey I missed all the fireworks too... but I did see the one on the day itself!! ( On TV)      &lt;br /&gt;We should all cherish that we are all part of Singapore, whether or not we are citizens or just are here..  cos it is a beautiful place, not say better than other countries because every one has its ups and downs, but for a tiny island nation we are lovely.  Certainly if I wanted to point out our problems we have many- too little space to advance, stuck-up people, a culture of exaggeration, rumoured political problems, etc etc. But there is this peace that we have, that even foriegners may envy. No wars, no mass murders, no rampant drugs and robbery and madness. And much more.   So honestly, at least for the week, we should appreciate the loveliness of our island home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJULAH SINGAPURA!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115545868864406029?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115545868864406029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115545868864406029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115545868864406029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115545868864406029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-belated-national-day-everyone.html' title='HAPPY BELATED NATIONAL DAY EVERYONE!!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115492559407988728</id><published>2006-08-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:39:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shunyanz gathering!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone..forgot to talk about the gathering on saturday. Haha I better do tt, otherwise YY complain i din talk about her liaoz.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepz Sat got mini-shunyanz gathering... supposed 2 be auga + ji en + sam + me+ dfoo gg 4 movie... in the end we  *fish-care the movie and end up zhihong + yingying join us 4 dinner at mcdonalds! Haha... but ji en suddenly ps siah, say got sore eye.... AS USUAL!!  Dunno him lah... force of habit issit? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Kk so initially i meet yy outside the movie complex 2 wait 4 auga come out toilet..  then she go buy shoes siah.. cant resist the pink bag ah? Hahaha... then we go mcdonalds wait 4 the rest. The first shunyan 2 arrive was.. u guessed it...  REN YAO Dfoooooo!!!!!!!!!! Retarded man... yingz give him her flower 2 put on his head and oredy we got that super " nice" picture you see below.  Dunno wad he tinking man... say he wan 2 become Gaara ( ok not C Jack Sparrow.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;but wtf... Gaara has diff face leh man, and he wears black not bright green!!! Hahaha wah lao... we had a lot of fun talking about his stupid makeup 4 some time.  Ok ok, dun wan 2 talk too much abt this, dunno if he read he will go back n cry liaoz.. :P&lt;br /&gt;So then we had dinner at mac. All go order their meals and eat... and me being cheapskate order the $4 combo- double cheese + small sprite + apple pie. $ 1.95 can take mrt all the way 2 .. anywhere siah!! Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Then we take pictures also wiv yy's camera... lazy 2 upload 4 now, later ill put it here :P.&lt;br /&gt;Sam last 2 come but then only left me + sam + yy + zh later go play pool... but later they all also gg mahjong session, n i dunno how 2 play... so nvm lor~ But pool .. ok lah, how much fun can u haf when u r supernoob siah~ haha... yingz most of the time act like singing karaoke into the pool cue (  reli miss kbox so much ah? haha)   and then we haf Sam keep betting tt if some1 make a difficult shot he will take out the pocket and EAT!!!!! Haha... cool bunch of guys man... ( + one girl... whos not so noob at pool ok?? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. then we all take some pictures on the train cos yy wan 2 try sam's specs n zhihong wan 2 try yy's specs!!! ( like i said.. now lazy 2 upload, later then do :P)&lt;br /&gt;Then I zao liaoz... cos the gang gg 2 yy house to play mahjong...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz man... i better learn some social activities man!   Or ill all the time b left out siah :P&lt;br /&gt;Next week ktv??? Im gg 2 try 2 organise... see how lor~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115492559407988728?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115492559407988728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115492559407988728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115492559407988728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115492559407988728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/08/shunyanz-gathering.html' title='Shunyanz gathering!!!!'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115492412263341004</id><published>2006-08-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:15:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING : DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME</title><content type='html'>Yes that's the sign they put up for dangerous stunts that are performed on TV. Like you know, wrestling, action scenes, even some martial arts shows. And of course stunt drivers!! Such stunts are risky even for the well-trained and is absolutely forbidden to rookies, because they might just hurt themselves badly or ..... worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this? Simple.... I think they should place these warnings at other programmes too. Like with models. There are already too many cases where girls, obsessed with achieving the look of a model, have gone anorexic, starved themselves half to death, or even taken drugs which instead of helping have poisoned them. I really think they should use warning signs like these to warn people of the dangers of following these trends. These models have achieved their looks through years of training, dieting, etc etc.... its not instant and it is always done with the guidance of professionals. Just like with wrestling. Honestly, it's not healthy to try to keep up with them. Or ok, its not exactly impossible to achieve that look... so maybe it should be a disclaimer that goes..&lt;br /&gt;" WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME UNLESS ABSOLUTELY CONFIDENT OF SUCCESS. MODELS HAVE BEEN TRAINED AND GOOMED WITH THE CARE OF PROFESSIONALS..... IT IS NOT ADVISABLE TO ATTEMPT THEIR FIGURE FOR FEAR OF PERSONAL SAFETY. ( PS: Unemployed professional available for the job. Flexible with pay, working hours. Results may or may not work, but you have a better chance. Call********* for enquiries) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK there... models. Who else? Ah yes... actors. People should have dislcaimers for actors too. Yes, they do have those for action stars... but what about the others? Actors whose actions will compromise public safety... mainly those who flaunt their sexuality too openly in the public, thus causing road accidents, lockjaw, excessive drooling, and maybe even stampedes. And we certainly would not like to see people stripping in public just like that. ( OK, maybe we'd like 2 see some people do that i guess.. but look at the long term view!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and actors with questionable fashion sense. LIke say, the charismatic Johnny Depp. I have to admit that he's a great actor, and he pulls off any of his roles with excellent depth and gusto, but he tends to take on strange characters who would be quite odd with normal society. Take our friend Capt Jack Sparrow. OK, so as a rocker he would fit in. But to the millions of fans out there who arent rockers, they might still try to imitate him. Which can result in true image disasters. Take this for example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4388/3186/320/05-08-06_1936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! ( ok the flower was unneccesary but we decided it adds a...nice touch :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;REN YAOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe it had more to do with my friend's fashion sense? LIke wearing a bright green shirt to go with the eyeshadow? Either way... its a reminder of the horrible things that can happen when you follow trends without professional consultancy. BE WARNED!!!! NOT EVERYONE CAN LOOK GOOD WITH SIMILAR CHANGES TO APPEARANCE!!! Especially if you are not exactly a Johnny Depp lookalike. ( Personally I think he can pull off any appearance he wants and make it look cool... while the rest of us look like fools.. how unfair life is )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, what else is there? I'm not sure... basically dun just blindly follow what you see on TV or movies, or even on performances. It's not wise and sometimes it can be lethal.. either to your health or your social life or even your ego. And above all before you guys put on makeup, SEEK ADVICE FROM OTHERS- others who of course know how to put on makeup, especially if its a guy friend who has done it before, and preferably not out to sabo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115492412263341004?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115492412263341004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115492412263341004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115492412263341004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115492412263341004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/08/warning-do-not-try-this-at-home.html' title='WARNING : DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115408874083864486</id><published>2006-07-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:14:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIE</title><content type='html'>~ To the people who have gone through hell and lived to tell ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOMBIE &lt;/strong&gt;by the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cranberries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another head hangs lowly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Child is slowly taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the violence caused such silence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are we mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you see, it's not me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not my family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your head, in your head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are fighting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With their tanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and their bombs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And their bombs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and their guns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your head, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's in your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another mother's breakin',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart is taking over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the violence causes silence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must be mistaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since nineteen-sixteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your head, in your head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're still fighting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With their tanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and their bombs, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And their bombs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and their guns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your head, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;End of the song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are a lot of reasons for us to keep fighting forever.. only one pathetic one for us to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many countries will survive when the dust settles and we finally resolve our differences?&lt;br /&gt;How many when we realise that we can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon: ????- 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115408874083864486?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115408874083864486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115408874083864486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115408874083864486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115408874083864486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/zombie.html' title='ZOMBIE'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115393710126748365</id><published>2006-07-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:29:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRoCRaSTINATION</title><content type='html'>YESSS I'm a real procrastinator... so much tt I've decided 2 talk abt last wknd right now.. :P       &lt;br /&gt;First things first. Friday.. Kenneth's birthday!! Kenneth as usual invited a lot of shunyans 2 come...( no lah just kidding :P) anw he invited practically all the fairfield ppl i still rmb, so haha good 4 him man! We had fun just talking n stuff, pity auga n gang din come man, they r just damn funny guys, n i wld haf liked 2 talk 2 them there. But anw like I said, so many shunyan, also dun tink they will come...haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anw we had a barbeque at Kenneth's super-shunyan condo... and then the real dinner. And after tt we gathered 2 sing his bday song, cut the cake... and throw kenneth in the pool!! haha wooohoooo so fun!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday even more fun!  4C class outing... as usual a lot of shunyans dun wan 2 come... but dunno dun care!! Haha... oh btw Diana came along. I haven seen her since sec schl man!!! She looks.... erm, cant say, I reli cant place her face liaoz. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anw we went sentosa 2 play on the beach... we planned 4 a breakfast b4 tt but ended up eating lunch.. and then it rained!! Hahaha wah lau.. thot cant go sentosa liaoz.. but luckily it ended ard 1pm, n we went 2 sentosa ard 1+, n started playing ard 2 I think. Aiyah dun care timing lah, we play means we play lor~&lt;br /&gt;So we played captain's ball, cos the class wan 2 practise 4 Past v Present this sat..&lt;br /&gt;so long never play but damn fun siah!! Chiong here chiong there and anyhow score goals!!! Hahaha.. initially my team got advantage, then we started to lose like siao. But we dun care, we fight until we almost equalise man!!! ( I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" COME ON GUYS ONLY 7 MORE GOALS 2 WIN!!!!" HHAHAHHAhahaahah woooohooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun so fun... after tt we play ultimate frisbee, n then we go even crazier. Start calling our team Geylang Warriors, n anyhow hantum.. then Shawn start doing his stupid stunts, haha, throw back the frisbee 2 himself, and we start doing warcry!!&lt;br /&gt;" Lets go guys!!! YYYYAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR- &lt; short breath&gt;- YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAARRRRRM&lt;br /&gt;SSSSEEEEEEENNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Wooooohoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! So fun siah, finally got the chance 2 reli go crazy for a while siah~ helps 2 release tension, n dun need 2 tink so much. Well we played another game of captain's ball ( wiv more warcry this time) and my team lost all 3 games. But u know wad???? GEYLANG WARRIORS NEVER GIVE UP!!!!! FIGHT UNTIL THE END!! TODAY WE LOSE TMR WE THRASH EVERYONE!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Siaoz liao.. but tts the mood in the games. Hahha...&lt;br /&gt;After tt we had dinner at Suntec... shawn the super-shunyan as usual dun wan 2 fetch us there, instead go home n then say he'll b late then later during the dinner say he wun b coming liaoz... hahaa anw not tt we din expect tt. Dinner was ok lah, some noodle place.. I had Penang Prawn Mee, so-so lah, a bit better than the usual singapore version of the PP Mee.  &lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSoooooooooo fun man... Im glad my class so onz one, every once in a while got class outing. Love u guys man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115393710126748365?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115393710126748365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115393710126748365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115393710126748365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115393710126748365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/procrastination.html' title='PRoCRaSTINATION'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115319906423540356</id><published>2006-07-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:04:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTA</title><content type='html'>Yes I am one indeed. I've just realised that today. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow after I came out of NS, I thought I was no longer that whiny, pessimistic, sloppy and emotional piece of crap I used to be.  That I was now far more immune to emotional breakdowns, whims and pain. That I was some kind of new man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wrong. I really am. I thought I could help people if I tried this time, and not make a mess of things. But like Zidane ( who was at least a star before he did stupid things) I do things on a whim. I gave up a lot of money on one, I became an army laughing stock on one, and now, I risk losing a friend on one.&lt;br /&gt;She was hurt, yet again, and I thought I could help her. But of all the ideas I could come up with, this one is one of the worst. I was arrogant, thinking I was smart, thinking I was being a good friend. I was self-centred, thinking more about myself, about how I could prove myself a friend if I could do it. I was anything but a friend, the kind she needed, to just be there, to just help take her mind off all this madness. Instead I screwed myself up, and maybe even her. I'm not sure.. but I hurt her again, as if she needed any more. I was paranoid, obsessive, stupid. Clumsy with my words just like I am with my actions. And if anything, I'm sorry for all that I've done. But I fear I might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what she would make of this. I don't think she wants to speak to me, at least for a while. I don't know if she even trusts me anymore, or if she ever wants to remain my friend. I don't know what to know. All I know is that I'm just as whiny, just as pathetic a human being as I was before, if only slightly more controlled, a little wiser, but not enough. I've hurt too many people in my life, I don't want to do that anymore. But I guess that's not possible, because I'm just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is reading this, I just want to say.. I'm sorry. I really am. I have no excuses for what I said, but all I can do is apologise. Sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115319906423540356?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115319906423540356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115319906423540356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115319906423540356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115319906423540356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiota.html' title='IDIOTA'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115314968205659957</id><published>2006-07-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:21:22.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when people get mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-OBmEtpPpM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-OBmEtpPpM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mad'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115312389159830196</id><published>2006-07-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:11:31.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST MUST MUST</title><content type='html'>- Must get driving license asap&lt;br /&gt;- Must confirm whos gg 2 fairfield past v present so i can decide wad 2 join&lt;br /&gt;- Must begin learning basic coding&lt;br /&gt;- Must learn how to draw properly&lt;br /&gt;- Must get back army fitness&lt;br /&gt;- Must learn guitar ( sooooon)&lt;br /&gt;- Must kill something!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Must refrain from public destruction&lt;br /&gt;- Must start thinking again instead of stoning my whole life away&lt;br /&gt;- Must do something RETARDED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Must think of other things to write in my blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115312389159830196?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115312389159830196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115312389159830196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115312389159830196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115312389159830196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/must-must-must.html' title='MUST MUST MUST'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115264646214972004</id><published>2006-07-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:56:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#330000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://silvia2004.altervista.org/radio.blog/sounds/Splender-I-Think-God-Can-Explain.rbs&amp;colors=body:#330000;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its alright, I'm ok. I think God can explain.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Splender, " I think God can explain", album Halfway Down the Sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd that I'm still awake at this time? Nah not reli.. i like being awake late. I get to appreciate things.. and work unhampered, if you can call what I'm doing working.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've bn talking with several ppl most of the time, and these figures are in my mind these weeks.&lt;br /&gt;One is this nice girl that's kind of my senior in SIM- haha, ironically, I was her senior in sec schl. She's sweet and all, and I guess we're kind of sharing how we feel to each other. I like this kind of friendship- based on trust, you know, not so much on how much fun we're having or sthing. ( Yes I know u can read this, hah.. thx 4 being some1 i can talk 2 ! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's some ppl I'm just not so sure abt...&lt;br /&gt;This one guy.. he's just recently bn addicted 2 gambling. I've known him for some time, but still i dun reli know when the habit started... I guess I'm trying 2 b tough wiv him so he can wake up and smell the roses. Maybe I shouldn't b so tough.. after all, he is talking abt stuff like depression and suicide. Not so much, fortunately, so I'm still gg 2 try 2 wake him up. Still I dun reli know how much I can do...&lt;br /&gt;Another is basically the fren I've bn missing in one of these past entries.. and for long time now. Odd really.. I've just had a dream of her this afternoon. I won't say what its like, just.. I think it means I miss her too much. I haf no idea if I've done anyting wrong, and I'm trying 2 apologise, but its gg 2 take more than tt to bridge 2 years of ... seperation? haha that just sounds wrong, but I dun know what else 2 call it...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this odd friend of mine.. I dun know if she does regard me as one, haha... I've only met her online so far BUT I'm gg 2 meet her in person! Finally! I hope everything goes well, cos I really want 2 see how this enigma is like. oooOOOooOoo.... As far as I know, she looks good, and she's quite an intelligent person. I hope I dun bore her 2 death or sthing, or scare her off. Hah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I can say for now. Really, I think I've taken up the WC 06 motto for myself this period of time- " A time to make friends", or rather, I'm trying to be one .... to maintain friendships, and be a better friend to all. Well, still plenty of time till dawn, so I got time to reflect again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115264646214972004?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115264646214972004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115264646214972004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115264646214972004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115264646214972004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115262177821619218</id><published>2006-07-11T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:42:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM</title><content type='html'>Hah, today I went to SIM for my orientation day.  Fun~ lots of games and .. ok, not a lot, but ok lar, got shy ppl u knowz, so dun pressure them too much :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwayz, it was fun but tiring... reli tiring, go home abt 4 and sleep until abt now. Haha.. but reli not happy tho. Why?? It was fun, get 2 talk 2 some ppl, know their names... but for fuck! Now like i din get their contacts.. so we can prob see each other over the canteen? Haha.. wah lau, regret not chatting more wiv the chio bus in our grp, then get number siah... or even my buddy grp in there! ARGGHHHHH sianzzzz... hope my orientation grp leader ( OGL ) will give us the contacts, otherwise reli wasted siah, will see them maybe in 2 or 3 years time.. hah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise was fun... lots of stupid little games, but I missed a few cos of stomachache~ dun care, got 2 see my OGL pole-dancing!!!! HAHAHAHA LOLZ... have fun jeremy! ;) Then so fun, watch one guy play TD at the cca displays... hahaha!!! GOT ONLINE PARTNER 4 TD LIAOZ!!! ONZ LAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok jus siannn... haf fun everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115262177821619218?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115262177821619218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115262177821619218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115262177821619218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115262177821619218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/sim.html' title='SIM'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115251031584767343</id><published>2006-07-09T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:32:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the World Cup</title><content type='html'>Tears and smiles and grins and tackles are all over now.. the greatest event of 2006 is finally over. As we bid farewell to the festivities in Berlin, I'll now comment on the player that has changed this whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That player is the one with plans for a grand finale.. our beloved Zinedine Zidane, aka Zizou, aka the Magic Man . Everyone thought he was wasted, gone, old, and archive in history, a legend fading into myth. He proved to them that the legend was far from dead and buried. He particularly taught Ronaldinho , the new Magic Man, that it takes more than a few fancy tricks to be a great player- and that great players never go down easily. It can't be argued that throughout the whole French campaign, he was the inspiration, the leader and the ultimate weapon of his team.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it was because of that, that he was instrumental in their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh Zizou, why??? The last 10-20 minutes were crucial times to score, break the deadlock. Yes, you saved France with that early goal, but then you did something stupid. Materazzi held you down, and yes, I think he deserved something , but he did not get it. That was no excuse for headbutting him , openly inviting a red card. Forget your temper. This is not about you, it is about the country. Had you held your temper and followed through faithfully, France might have beaten the Italians. You guys might have had Totti and Buffon on a pizza plate. Instead, they now have French toast in the Italian side.&lt;br /&gt;Doing some physical retribution is stupid, and rightly earned you a red card... you can't blame the ref for that. Not only did you take yourself out of the World Cup, you took the French morale and hopes with you. And your honour as a player.. all gone in a flash. Whatever happened to your dream of being a shooting star, sending your brightest flash before fading into the night? Now that is marred by your decision. I really have thought better of you as a player than to resort to this. You really want vengeance, you should just go all out and help the French skewer Buffon, keep up a relentless pace on his goal. Imagine the look on the Italians if you manage a last minute goal. It would be sweet sweet revenge for any abuse you have suffered from them, with sugar icing and a cherry on top. Not just Materazzi, any and all of the Italian players will be wincing even worse than if a bull had gored them. Now, instead, Materazzi will be grinning thru whatever pain you had inflicted with that bald palate of yours. Instead of him, you should have set it against the ball, to set up a killer against Italy. Now, the pain of loss is inflicted on you and your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm mumbling, but it really is too big a shame. Temper has cost a legend his last breath of victory. A valuable lesson to the world, that patience is still one of the world's most valuable assets. That anger can be truly expensive. Zizou has bowed out too early, too foolishly, and France has paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Updates: So now he has confessed to why he did that. Cos Materazzi insulted yr family. I say give that ball one of your magic touches and kill Italy's hopes. Then after tt, you can insult his whole freakin' family and he'll b too busy crying to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you did, you will always be remembered as a legend in football history. Among the mythos of Pele, Beckenbauer, Maradona. Au Revoir, Zizou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115251031584767343?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115251031584767343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115251031584767343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115251031584767343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115251031584767343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-world-cup.html' title='End of the World Cup'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115218597946581932</id><published>2006-07-06T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:39:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell To A German Dream</title><content type='html'>This post, simply put, is dedicated to a team that is now to fight for 3rd place. A team that has fought well and hard for a dream.. a dream that has vanished like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is the World Cup.. many teams will return shattered, with their heads below their shins (wow, if that's possible) , tired and facing the disappointment of their country. But Germany, in particular, has been my favourite team this World Cup. And so, since this is my blog, I'll write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of the watchable matches ( meaning the final 64) they have performed with great gusto. While like any other European team, they boast a robust defence and midfield, now they also have a devastating attack force. They have always been a highly tactical team, and I believe that they can work with even mediocre players ( not that they have any..) . Not like England... put in some of the world's best players and churn out a game that sends everyone to sleep. Honestly, this year the English were pathetic. But the Germans were on a frenzy, going offensive and making every one of their games watchable.  And of course, they went on unbeaten, slaughtering every team they met, until they met Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you could say that's because they were on their home ground, so they will do better. Definitely, they will do better on home ground. In fact, Klinsmann already admitted that the audience is a great booster for the German team. And hence the legend that the Germans will never be beaten on their own soil.&lt;br /&gt;But the last match proved fatal. Why? The answer is simple. Now you have 2 legends fighting each other - one, that the Germans are invincible on home ground, and two, that the Italians have never lost to Germany. It seems that the latter one proved true. The Germans seemed to falter at the thought, and in the first half, their performance was slightly off. But they came back in the second half, only to lose 5 minutes before the game ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however, I still admire them. Even in the last match, I feel they were a better team than the Italians. Why? In terms of fair play. The Italians have always been known for playing dirty. And that match was no exception. Players kicked the Germans, dived like pro swimmers, and Totti was a total idiot in one part. He practically flew into a German player with his knees, then fell- and asked for a penalty. What the fuck???? The ref decided to give a penalty against him , but that unsporting act deserved a yellow card, if not a red. Lucky for him, the player didn't get injured enough to be carried out, otherwise yellow would be unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;The Germans, however, were quite sporting in this game, I feel. They barely asked for penalties, especially when it was obvious they fell on their own. Not with the Italians.. that is why I will never respect them. They lost fair and square, and did not complain. They cried on the pitch, but hell, if you lost in the final 5 minutes wouldn't you? Especially when it is the fight for the World Cup finals. They fought well and hard, and bowed out of the finals with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lost the match, they lost the Cup, but they won my respect. Germany is proud of them, and I am too.  Well done , Germany.. GLORY TO THE DEUTSCHLAND!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115218597946581932?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115218597946581932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115218597946581932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115218597946581932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115218597946581932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/farewell-to-german-dream.html' title='Farewell To A German Dream'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115175717389056074</id><published>2006-07-01T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:10:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>So now I'm going to put my 2 cents worth into the World Cup. This fantastic affair with soccer over one month , where guys' and some gals' lives will revolve around 6 to 9 hours every night , watching some 22 people wage war on the green turf over a deceptively simple-looking ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this World Cup's motto is " A time to make friends" but I think it really is a war out there on the pitch. Of course, some of the teams so far have shown sportsmanship on and off the field. But on some games, it has been nothing but brutal absolute war. Take Holland v Portugal : tension in this match was at an alltime high after the referee personally massacred the teams on both sides for a record yellow cards . It was clear after the match when the handshaking that was supposed to happen failed. Then there is Germany v Argentina- both sides battled so closely for the ball that eventually it came to a penalty, which of course the Germans savoured with that fancy new Berlin wall, Lehmann. The Argentine players didn't even bother with courtesies and protested physically after the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about ruining the game. Let's talk about this whole colourful event. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;I love the Germans this year. They have always been a strong European team, using unspectacular players to do extraordinary things. This is much unlike the English this year( using great players to do crap) and why I absolutely do not support the English this year. They make every game so boring, so mundane, and if it takes Beckham to perform for them you know they really suck. The Germans have a great war machine going, with both strong offense and defence, and they have Klose and Lord Ballack to finish things off with a bang. They started it with a bang indeed- 4-2 against Costa Rica- and I hope they finish this with a fantastic victory. HAIL THE DEUTSCHELAND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Holland has been great as always .. total football defined. But they had a poor finish.. siannn lose to Portugal in the midst of this mad ref... didn't even get their goals rolling. Sad sad.... :(&lt;br /&gt;Italy will forever be remembered this year for their poor sending off of Australia, with that miserable diver and much more...&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. Like I care.... hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115175717389056074?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115175717389056074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115175717389056074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115175717389056074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115175717389056074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115131028798974531</id><published>2006-06-26T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:24:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AARRRGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why... im suddenly feeling so frustrated today.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose tts wad happens when i actually lose my obsession with computer games... I find I have nothing else to do!!!! I jus don't feel like doing anything else ... reading? drawing? working? studying for my driving? maybe i should.. but i want to go out with my frens, catch up wiv ppl i haven seen or heard frm for so long... and they dun reply!!! They dun haf time for immature me, no they dun haf time at all... welcome to the mundaneness of adulthood. Hah.. thats wad i get for turning 21. Soon ill b another rhetoric-spouting, obedient little worker in the hive of Singapore's lovely, sane society...  soon I will enjoy listening to the great Prime Minister promise more for glorious Singapore.... soon soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes, someone please give me a sword so I can commit hara-kiri. Cos Im really nothing without my insanity...... arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I really dun haf patience after all.... it will soon change, when I grow up and be a wonderful sane citizen of the lovely clean Lion City.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115131028798974531?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115131028798974531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115131028798974531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115131028798974531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115131028798974531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/aarrrgghhhh.html' title='AARRRGGHHHH'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115108225397545419</id><published>2006-06-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:27:56.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another song....</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.. this is yet another song... cos im bored. Reminds me of someone.. not realy the person I am missing, but also someone i know as a fren. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;( Note: The singer sings EXTREMELY soft... i think it wld b better if u just listened 2 the music or sang it yourself, heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glennfreyonline.com/multimedia/MP3/OneYouLoveIrvine82.mp3"&gt;Play this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One You Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Glenn Frey ( Eagles singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;someone you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;Who will understand what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love,&lt;br /&gt;there's no easy answer&lt;br /&gt;Only you can say what you're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;you took his number&lt;br /&gt;Said you weren't alone,&lt;br /&gt;but you'd call him soon&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the guy,&lt;br /&gt;the guy who left you cryin'?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the one who made you blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you remember those nights in his arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or are you goin' back to the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna cry when they know they've lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's gonna thank the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;( And here comes the jazz....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna say when he comes over?&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to see this through&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams, all the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart keeps sayin' it's just not fair&lt;br /&gt;But still you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(And the grande finale of jazz music... heh, definitely for jazz lovers..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well thats all for now everyone... haha, just feeling in a random unpurposeful mood so...see yall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115108225397545419?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115108225397545419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115108225397545419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115108225397545419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115108225397545419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/yet-another-song.html' title='Yet another song....'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115088042439956196</id><published>2006-06-21T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:00:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what am I doing?</title><content type='html'>Haha.. of course I'm writing in my blog! What else could I be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously... nowadays I've been trying to be there for people, try 2 make them feel better...but in the end, I realise that it is me who feels lonely... me who needs their companionship rather than the other way around....&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend whom I've been waiting for some time... someone who has returned from a long trip... she may not remember me ( fat chance, I've bn plaguing her blog for some time.. hah)&lt;br /&gt;and she may not be thinking of me... but I have bn thinking abt her. Not in a romantic sense, mind you... no, not interested in tt. But as a friend, even tho i may not b very close to her, n we havent really done anything memorable together ( tt I can recall) but..... I miss her. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years.. she left b4 my NS began, and even when it started, I haf bn anticipating the end of it not cos it means the end of my torture.. heh, ok, tts partly the reason. But I wuz really thinking of meeting up wiv her after tt... somehow i thot she wld come back ard 2 years later, just nice for my NS to end.. we cld go out n .. i dunno, do anything. Movies, games, shooping! Anything! Cos wads the point of so much free time when u haf no frens to get back with?&lt;br /&gt;Really, her return marks the end of my NS more than the passing of the ORD form... to me at least. &lt;br /&gt;Hah, maybe I'm just fantasising tt we wld actually click after being apart so long.. tt we even clicked in the first place. Maybe she's outgrown losers like me..maybe she's discovered sthing wrong abt me.... or maybe she just doesnt care. I've tried .. to contact her, ask her 2 call me...&lt;br /&gt;but she hasnt replied. Maybe I should be more patient, maybe she'll remember me soon. Maybe..... maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I do haf more frens than tt, of cos... not saying any of my frens reading this r less important... in my sad little life, frens are always important. But still... I miss her. Maybe this is only because I've been thinking of this for 2 years.. or just a year n a half... but ... &lt;sigh&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk... thx to all who've read this. Just feeling sad now...but no worries, Ill forget this soon. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115088042439956196?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115088042439956196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115088042439956196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115088042439956196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115088042439956196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-what-am-i-doing.html' title='So what am I doing?'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115080242944757962</id><published>2006-06-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T04:43:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to play soccer</title><content type='html'>....unless you really want the whole world to laugh at you. Hhahaha lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guKNxIwTRdI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=comic%20soccer%202"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guKNxIwTRdI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=comic%20soccer%202&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't tt funny n the quality sux.. but for those who like 2 watch ricochets this is a vid of them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0TIfbMR4as&amp;search=comic%20soccer%202"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0TIfbMR4as&amp;amp;search=comic%20soccer%202&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, but the best part is the song....credits go to Monty Python. The one and only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MONTY PYTHON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Some things in life are bad&lt;br /&gt;                                              They can really make you mad&lt;br /&gt;                                        Other things just make you swear and curse&lt;br /&gt;                                               When your chewin' on life's gristle&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Don't grumble, give a whistle!&lt;br /&gt;                                         And this'll help things turn out for the best!&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                      And, always look on the bright side of life(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;                                           Always look on the light side of life(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      If life seems jolly rotten&lt;br /&gt;                                                There's something you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;                                     And thats to laugh and smile and dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;                                                  When your feeling in the dumps&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Don't be silly chumps!!&lt;br /&gt;                                              Just purse your lips and whistle&lt;br /&gt;                                                             That's the thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         And, always look on the bright side of life(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;                                              Always look on the light side of life(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          For life is quite absurd&lt;br /&gt;                                                       And death's the final word&lt;br /&gt;                                   You must always face the curtain with a bow..&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Forget about your sins&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Give the audience a grin!&lt;br /&gt;                                         Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  So always look on the bright side of death(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;                                Just before you draw your terminal breath(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Lifes a piece of Shit&lt;br /&gt;                                                         When you look at it&lt;br /&gt;                                           Lifes a laugh and deaths a joke its true....&lt;br /&gt;                                                         You'll see its all a show&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Keep 'em laughin' as you go!&lt;br /&gt;                                       Just remember that the last laugh is on you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    And, always look on the bright side of life(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;                                     Always look on the right side of life(whistle)( x6 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115080242944757962?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115080242944757962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115080242944757962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115080242944757962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115080242944757962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-not-to-play-soccer.html' title='How not to play soccer'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115079575513279950</id><published>2006-06-20T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:29:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy/ Evil things to do</title><content type='html'>This is a little ripped off from the " 20 ways to maintain a healthy level of insanity" but I don't care!!!!! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dontuseanykindofpunctuation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o.RscreW????uP_YOur/puN"cTuati...on:; liK!e////thi&gt;S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress up peanut shells and sell them as elephant deterrents... see??? it works! no elephants around!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the traffic policeman starts directing traffic, get out of the car and imitate his hand signals... in the opposite direction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you see people ask for donations, search intensely and everywhere until you find something to give them!!! Like receipts, bills, chewing gum.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End every statement with "...in accordance with the prophecy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Except for arguments... end them with "...Spawn of Satan!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... cant think of wad in heck i wanted to say... maybe just showing off my talent in ignoring punctuation? haha.... no this has no purpose. Thanks for wasting 5 seconds of your own precious time.... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115079575513279950?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115079575513279950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115079575513279950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115079575513279950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115079575513279950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-evil-things-to-do.html' title='Crazy/ Evil things to do'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115079448022797378</id><published>2006-06-20T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:08:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New way to insult me...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.... or anyone who is even reading this.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lovely day huh? Well just came in to say I've updated my blog wiv  cbox... soo feel free to comment in it. I  like listening to comments, especially when i can just delete them.. haha... sooo say anything you want!  Cos so will I.. hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115079448022797378?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115079448022797378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115079448022797378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115079448022797378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115079448022797378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-way-to-insult-me.html' title='New way to insult me...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115063015579034572</id><published>2006-06-18T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:29:15.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an entry..</title><content type='html'>Hi... this is an entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt; I'm not sure why... I have this weird feeling of missing people whom I dun even know very well... I dunno wad this means. I dunno wad I'm doing . It might mean something, it might not. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115063015579034572?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115063015579034572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115063015579034572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115063015579034572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115063015579034572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-entry.html' title='Just an entry..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115060643746879601</id><published>2006-06-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:53:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>Hi.. this post is devoted to friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? A simple bond btw ppl.. a symbol of love tt shld not have any barriers.. oh, but it does.   Conflicting interests.... love triangles.  religion. politics. money. morals. and even appearances sometimes.... its sad, really.   Its much more common btw all people than romantic love, u know, bgr.... and it can be just as noble. But in definition, it has been interpreted as many different times as the Bible, the Koran, and all the religions, combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my blog.. so I'll say my definition.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not always there with you.. not physically, you can't expect that. Like all people, they ae not perfect.. they will conflict with you, they will hurt you, they will hit you even. They bear grudges, show temper, and the list goes on. But above all.... a true friend will never backstab. Never go around spreading false rumours, or even a  malicious truth without first confronting the friend about it.  A friend will never leave you behind in the darkest of your days, to rot and to lie alone, waiting for death. He will not abandon you even if you both have an argument...  or simply glorify you when you are great only to leave you when you are down.&lt;br /&gt;Those are fair-weather friends... as bad as one night standers, its more like casual sex than friendship this way.  Family of course comes first, so I dun expect a friend to deny his mother's orders to help me. No... you shldnt expect tt, cos parents have more love for a child than we wld ever know at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will not force you into a decision... unless they believe it is for your own good. Like not to take drugs, to drop someone whom they feel is a bad influence, etc. Sometimes when they do tt they risk your wrath, other ppl's anger, and even splitsville wiv you. But still... tts them. Love is abt sacrifice... and yes, its cruel, but tts life. Personally, though, I'm not that noble... I still believe in freedom of decision, after all, its your life. What you want to do with it will be yours alone to decide.. since the consequence is yours. Even so, it will not be yours alone... because friends help each other bear burdens, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not, as I mentioned earlier, sugary sweet. No... not entirely. They will criticise you, point out your flaws, help you correct them.  The Bible says you must " pluck out the plank from your own eye before you pull the splinter from your brother's" or something like that.. but what if it is sawdust? You can't reach it, and neither can your friend... you will have to blow each other's eyes. Most of the time, flaws are sawdust... invisible to us, a mere irritant, but it can be a fatal problem in certain situations. To quote another person , " we have 2 bags filled with Imperfections all the time... one in front and one behind... the one in front is our neighbour's, the one behind ( and invisible to us) is our own"           This, in short, means we have to help each other see our flaws and correct them... cos our habits die hard, and when we get used to them they remain hidden from us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of friend am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of myself as a dark-weather friend.. I want to be there when you are at your darkest days. When you have to walk thru a desert of despair, I want to be there with you. I may not be able to do much... I am well aware of my limitations socially or physically..... but nevertheless, I will not leave you alone if you wish.  I will never backstab you ... if i hear a rumour about you I'd rather ask you first abt it or confirm it with facts and then confront you with it. If not I'll just shut up.   I don't want to force people into decisions.. I doubt I ever will. I'll try to influence it but in the end, I recognise that its all up to you.  I will not die for friends, family or even lovers... I'm not that noble. I'll live for them... to help them whenever I can, to be there when I have to, to just simply be another irritating fellow to write about in your blog.. heh. Whatever... if you have any reason to care about me, I'll live for you. After all, I'll be of no use to anyone dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.. all this is probably some fantasy of mine... like kids wanting to be soldiers or He-Man when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I'm writing for now... I'll want to update this in the future but i gotta go now...&lt;br /&gt;and my thanks to all my friends who might be reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115060643746879601?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115060643746879601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115060643746879601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115060643746879601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115060643746879601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115048272240073670</id><published>2006-06-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:50:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quadpartsguy.com/sounds/01_Enter_Sandman.wma" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play this song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enter Sandman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Say your prayers little one&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, my son&lt;br /&gt;To include everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck you in, warm within&lt;br /&gt;Keep you free from sin&lt;br /&gt;Till the sandman he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;Gripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We're off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Something's wrong, shut the light&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;And they aren't of snow white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of war, dreams of liars&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of dragon's fire&lt;br /&gt;And of things that will bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;Gripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pray the lord my soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;If I die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;Pray the lord my soul to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hush little baby, don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;And never mind that noise you heard&lt;br /&gt;It's just the beast under your bed,&lt;br /&gt;In your closet, in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We're off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( Cue demonic laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun isn't it? I like this song, though it isnt really great as a rock song... it is kinda cool, a little sinister, and somehow I like it.  Haha.. my closet sadist at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115048272240073670?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115048272240073670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115048272240073670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115048272240073670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115048272240073670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/sandman.html' title='Sandman'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115048124843537392</id><published>2006-06-16T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:07:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies..</title><content type='html'>Now I give my bigoted opinion on the movies I've watched recently. Dun like it? I don't care!!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What recent movies have I watched recently? Let's see... X-Men 3, Da Vinci's Code, Over the Hedge, and The Omen. I can't comment on Over the Hedge.. it is a nice movie indeed, and since it's for kids ( not some lao ah pek like me.. hah) I won't comment. No.. I think I'll comment on the movies not targeted at kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men 3.. hmm... well it wasn't badly done, I'd say. Typical over-the-head special effects, with some cool stunts done by Magneto ( turning this whole bridge.. cooool I wanna do that!!) and of course our hero of the day, Wolverine. Good actors, some eye candy ( Oooh.. Kitty is cute! And of cos Halle Berry always rox ^^) and all the mutants showing off their powers in this final showdown. The last battle was fun...&lt;br /&gt;But!!! It was flawed , always will be to X-Men fans, and a little to not-so-obsessed people like me. For one.. trying to showcase sooo many mutant powers, they sideline the extras who had a pretty prominent role in the cartoon or comics. Or even poor little Rogue.. but then in the movies shes always the damsel in distress, so nvm.   But wtf... they killed CYCLOPS sooo damn early!!!! WTF.. he was the leader of the X-Men siah... how can u just kill him off like tt... and u din even give him the least bit of use in the whole movie series. So wasted siah....&lt;br /&gt;And Gambit!!!! My bloody fave X-Man... why in hell u guys din even show him??? Even as the baddie he wld have been sooo cool.. he was one of their team in the cartoon somemore. If theres an X-Men 4 he better be inside!!! He wld make for a really nice fight scene wiv anyone, esp those 2 spiky hairs ( Wolverine n Beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Da Vinci Code... it's the mystery of the century! It's enigmatic! Awe-inspiring! Wondrous! Annnnnnddddddd   ssssslllllooooooowwwwww.................................. but then wad 2 expect, so was the book, haha. Yes, I read the book before I saw the movie.  Bad move... as usual, I ended seeing sooo many flaws in the movie. Inaccuracies , misses, and too early to reveal the identity of The Teacher.  And honestly, what is with Tom Hanks and that long forehead??? Freak... they shld change tt horse joke wiv Tom Hanks. You know... Tom Hanks walks into a bar. The bartender looks at him and says why the long face.....-.-&lt;br /&gt;( Oh, but the choice of Sophie Neveu was perfect...Audrey Tatuou n her irrestibly cute face...)&lt;br /&gt;And the ending is also diao.. but the book also wad, so wad 2 say....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. the Omen. I should say it's very well done.. really looks and sounds and feels great. I'm not going 2 turn Christian and cover my walls wiv crosses because of that, but its a great horror movie with a nice style... not too cheesy or anything. Nice intro, ending, and overall good show. Especially the sound effects.. those r really wad made me jump.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the characters were really interesting. Good actors, including tt child satan, tt impaled priest who in other movies is always some mad fellow, the nice and evil nanny, and even tt supernice daddy who loves his wife so much n doesnt just abandon her cos she goes mad. Too nice, since of course they want him 2 kill his satanic devilspawn son. Oops, musn't reveal the plot....&lt;br /&gt;But I'd like 2 say sthing... the little boy shld learn sthing frm psychopaths in real life. They never reveal their identity until they get caught, and try to avoid detection. They go ubernice to ppl so nobody knows wad in hell they really do. The boy shld try tt next time...be nice 2 ppl, stop being menacing 2 everyone so tt when u use yr powers, nobody will know tt the demon doing this is tt perfectly obedient prim n proper boy who cld never hurt a fly...... awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tts all the movies I've watched recently.. i tink. Ill post when i remember n feel like posting.. heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115048124843537392?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115048124843537392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115048124843537392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115048124843537392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115048124843537392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/movies.html' title='Movies..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115047854183026240</id><published>2006-06-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:22:21.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before we proceed...</title><content type='html'>Before we proceed, I'd like to say something &gt; SOMETHING!!!!! Hahahaha... kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like you all to know some things about me.. if you wish 2 become or are already my friend....&lt;br /&gt;   - I'm more than a little impatient&lt;br /&gt;   - I can't make chatter out of nowhere... and I'm generally quite a boring person&lt;br /&gt;   - But when I go crazy, I get criminally insane... heheh&lt;br /&gt;   - I can't make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;   - I'm a noob at most things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;side... I'll let you guys find out wad my bad side is. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo if you dun mind all these, then I'm going to start my entries soon. Read on, comment, and say whatever you wish. It's my blog, if you don't like it leave. You can comment whatever you want, haha, cos if I dun like it I'll just delete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115047854183026240?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115047854183026240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115047854183026240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115047854183026240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115047854183026240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-we-proceed.html' title='Before we proceed...'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29818629.post-115047734922302210</id><published>2006-06-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:02:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi everyone..</title><content type='html'>Hi all. This is a blog. A simple one. I'm sick of all that imaging to make myself look cool or weird or something... or anyone else. I'm going to make a blog to make a blog. Maybe I'll put my life in, maybe not. I don't know. And maybe I don't care.... Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about this.. no blog skin or anything. None. No.. I'll just post wadeva I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29818629-115047734922302210?l=sanity-machine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/feeds/115047734922302210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29818629&amp;postID=115047734922302210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115047734922302210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29818629/posts/default/115047734922302210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanity-machine.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi everyone..'/><author><name>dinoking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416469507953946759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
