<?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-3828196</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:31:29.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't judge on the things I say here because</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</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>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4458380646250845712</id><published>2010-10-13T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T04:06:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, impending doom again. Why? Because I went out to lunch with a friend again. What's up with this friend? It all originated because she thinks my "feelings" for her will resurface if I keep going out with her often. True, I did have her as one of my gf possibilities but I was fucking single. I am allowed to have possibilities. To be crucified for having possibilities is ridiculous but that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4458380646250845712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4458380646250845712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4458380646250845712' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8629036162195240117</id><published>2010-10-07T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:01:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It felt that it would be a good thursday. Boy was I wrong. The bitch boss reminded me that I had a 1 to 1 meeting with her. Thinking nothing about it, I entered the room and she immediately asked what was my future plans, what I felt about the job currently and what were my past experiences. So, thinking that she really wanted to know to understand her workers better I told her the truth. Mistake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8629036162195240117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8629036162195240117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8629036162195240117' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3824138527628066090</id><published>2010-09-29T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:05:45.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile. I'm not addicted to facebook or anything but it's quicker to post stuff that just pops up into your head then collate everything here. But I remembered that the purpose of this blog is to document my life so that later on in my life, I can just refer to this for a trip down memory lane. So as of now, I hate my job, I'm stressed out about my upcoming paper, I need a new PC </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3824138527628066090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3824138527628066090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3824138527628066090' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4966076187186206364</id><published>2010-08-31T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:04:46.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is everything that I do or don't do is perceived as a personal attack to hurt you? Why are you even with me if you keep doing this? Why?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4966076187186206364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4966076187186206364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4966076187186206364' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7725045729158473926</id><published>2010-08-18T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:38:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My intention was clear. To tell you that I was meeting a gal fren for break fast because she was treating me for my birthday. That's all. But you being you decided that it was a personal attack to you and us. Which I don't get at all. One meeting with a fren does not allow you to say that the sky is falling. I understood your point and accepted it. But you can't seem to let go the fact that this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7725045729158473926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7725045729158473926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7725045729158473926' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2238453298814657698</id><published>2010-08-01T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:16:18.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I'm seriously down heartened before my birthday. And it isn't involving my birthday. But it's a good thing right? It means I care about it a lot and to get hurt from it shows that it affects me to my very core.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2238453298814657698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2238453298814657698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2238453298814657698' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2314178819599563792</id><published>2010-07-29T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:27:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 rock returns: 2010-09-22Big bang theory returns: 2010-09-22Greys anatomy returns: 2010-09-22Supernatural returns: 2010-09-23Two and a half men returns: 2010-09-19Ultimate fighter returns: 2010-09-14</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2314178819599563792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2314178819599563792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2314178819599563792' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2645309366749514109</id><published>2010-07-28T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:11:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my. Blogging has become a twice a month event. There is only one thing I wish to indicate here. OKW is leaving on the 31st! It seems to be pretty confirm I reckon. The story so far is at least 9 people have complained to me about his work performance ranging from slowness to inattentiveness. It gives me a huge relief that it's not only me that finds him bothersome. The information was passed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2645309366749514109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2645309366749514109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2645309366749514109' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2077674289920987955</id><published>2010-07-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:58:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been awhile since I posted anything. with the addition of facebook in my life, I'm not full with stories lately. the things of note lately has been the world cup and the funds garnered from the it. $375 bucks at the end. I hope it will be enough for my new spectacles. maybe could even get the new arsenal jersey.the other day, I was in my room and suddenly I felt something landing on my head and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2077674289920987955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2077674289920987955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2077674289920987955' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3177257909076473761</id><published>2010-06-29T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:16:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand why you have such a hard time believing that I love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3177257909076473761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3177257909076473761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3177257909076473761' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1109995827181526317</id><published>2010-06-27T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:06:59.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was no gf today since she was at JB. So it became a catch up with movies day and sadly, I only managed 3 movies. The first was district 9. Cockroach like aliens, which was surprisingly well detailed. But you could have swapped out the aliens with zombies and the show itself would have been the same. 3.5 out of 5.Next was public enemies. A johnny depp movie about a bank robber during al </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1109995827181526317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1109995827181526317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1109995827181526317' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-702091901452158970</id><published>2010-06-18T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:47:20.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My army buddy is going through his traditional ceremony tomorrow. Currently I'm trying to devise a packing list since his tea ceremony is all the way at johor bahru. So far, I have only came up with sleeping outfit, going home on sunday outfit and what I'm wearing on saturday outfit. Miscellaneous stuff includes passport, cologne, towel, tooth brush and panadol. I believe this is the 2nd chinese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/702091901452158970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/702091901452158970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#702091901452158970' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7697180059552443610</id><published>2010-06-13T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:50:24.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word on the street is there should be good news coming my way soon. So I shall draw up a list to remind myself not to get side-tracked in my expensesCCNP course, formal shoes, new specs, the new darth bane book, a new fan for my room, a fred perry polo. This is what I can think of so far.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7697180059552443610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7697180059552443610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7697180059552443610' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5845310187105485796</id><published>2010-06-08T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:52:34.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lawls</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5845310187105485796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5845310187105485796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5845310187105485796' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5592980163185157521</id><published>2010-06-06T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:08:03.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the 6th day since pay day. So far, I have spent a total of $550 and from my vague recollection, this is what is accounted for -$100 - month's supply of daily contact lens$90 - world cup bets$25 - season parking for work$70 - gameThere's still bachelor night, wedding day JB trip and presents. AH FUCK PRESENTS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5592980163185157521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5592980163185157521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5592980163185157521' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2178522686370556682</id><published>2010-06-05T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:51:00.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had bruce lee's voice in my head while reading this!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2178522686370556682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2178522686370556682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2178522686370556682' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1704011107854848168</id><published>2010-05-31T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:36:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4th June - Dinner for Naiji's briefing5th June - Birthday celebration with the gf's friends6th June - Religious occasion at my sister's place12th June - Naiji's Bachelor19th June - Naiji's JB trip26th June - Gf's friends KL tripI bet I'm missing something in between. But so far, this is it. Written here for my own memory's sake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1704011107854848168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1704011107854848168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1704011107854848168' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-9124338393445895577</id><published>2010-05-22T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:53:40.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the gf's birthday was last thursday. It took me a good 2 weeks to prepare and it turned out great. The present was 1. a box that has 4 different pictures of her. One of happy, sad, serious and happy. It's like a mood setter to be placed in the office. 2. a perfume that she recently bought but a bigger bottle. 3. a pouch for her to put her cigarettes in which has a picture of us. 4. a card that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9124338393445895577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9124338393445895577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#9124338393445895577' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3905634940266079829</id><published>2010-05-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:40:24.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Useful link. I can't tie a tie for nuts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3905634940266079829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3905634940266079829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3905634940266079829' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8948515778293775541</id><published>2010-05-17T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:11:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm debating if I should go for my cisco certification. I've already completed one module and I have 2 remaining modules left, thanks to the syllabus being re-arranged. But the problem is the cost. It's $1999 for a 5 full day course. That's the cost of an expensive tv, to put it into perspective. And I have 2 modules left. So I'm debating if I should take 5 days of leave juts to attend the full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8948515778293775541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8948515778293775541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8948515778293775541' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4872207585833010336</id><published>2010-05-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:27:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*just realized that he isn't close to any poly friends. and not by own his doing. lawls*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4872207585833010336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4872207585833010336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4872207585833010336' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-9120203434448180696</id><published>2010-05-11T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:30:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought this book the other day and have been meaning to prop myself at a cafe somewhere and read at least half of it. But I have been unsuccessful. Cafe's keep being over-crowded even at 11pm. I had to go to work for some odd reason when it was a quiet standby week. I had the book inside the car at least thrice and all 3 times, the book was just extra baggage. Irritating. It better be a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9120203434448180696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9120203434448180696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#9120203434448180696' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5106728351659196671</id><published>2010-05-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:52:37.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANT!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5106728351659196671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5106728351659196671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5106728351659196671' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6261481926930923783</id><published>2010-05-03T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:47:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think you read my blog but if you do, then great. The last time I was on holiday with a partner, the relationship ended within a month. So you could imagine my confusion when the same thing seems to be re-occurring again albeit with a different partner. Sure you could blame tiredness and mental exhaustion but I don't know that. If you can't communicate, then pardon me for being 'edgy'.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6261481926930923783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6261481926930923783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6261481926930923783' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2569434458821309906</id><published>2010-04-24T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:44:54.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, ICT is over. Things that I remembered from this are -1. I did what I wrote on that paper. And I did it well.2. All my men were great. No attitude, no major issues.3. My peers were great. No one was a bitch to work with. 4. My Commanding Officer wanted to indent me only half a meal, every meal.5. I got 17 out of 20 for 100m shoot. Nearly got 19, but the damn weapon jammed.6. Being enemy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2569434458821309906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2569434458821309906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2569434458821309906' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7146805001776111091</id><published>2010-04-18T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:27:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How was the past 5 days? Absolutely tiring. Repeating the same thing over and over again got irritating. The worst event? Well.. how do I describe it. So, I was part of the enemy forces against a particular group. The fucking trainer didn't know where exactly to deploy us. The path to the first location, required us to tie 3 ropes to a frigging tree. How in the blue hell is someone supposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7146805001776111091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7146805001776111091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7146805001776111091' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3064581608545224796</id><published>2010-04-11T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:50:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been tired alot recently. But exhausted? Been a while. I hit the pinnacle of exhaustion, when thoughts of collapsing and of my mother crying the other day. It was due to a 45 degree slope which was about 75m long. I huffed. And puffed. And took my time. And rested. And I was still only halfway up there. I believe I took 3 rests while the rest of my group were already on their way down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3064581608545224796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3064581608545224796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3064581608545224796' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7562530287575238878</id><published>2010-04-07T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:49:23.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more day before the word 'booking' in starts becoming the norm. I'm on off today due to a 'imaginary' issue at traffic police. I need to get stuffs and finally pack my bag properly. I need toilet paper, one more pair of PT shorts, a army camo bag which I found kinda cool, socks ( you can never have enough socks ) and whatever else that my head tells 'oh, you need that'. Hopefully the emart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7562530287575238878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7562530287575238878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7562530287575238878' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8055435685638248679</id><published>2010-04-01T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:36:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weirdest things happened today. First off, the gf lost her wallet. Apparently a friend that noticed it dropping, placed it back inside her bag. But when the gf reached the office, the wallet was missing. So after lunch, she went around canceling her credit cards using her passport. By the time she canceled her 2nd card, her friend called her saying the wallet was found without money. On April</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8055435685638248679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8055435685638248679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8055435685638248679' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2899147751188533509</id><published>2010-03-28T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:14:52.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My second convert wedding and the first I was helping out with. It wasn't all that tiring since CCK and whampoa is pretty nearby. And there was not much fussing about since the only issue was with the hesitancy among the malay folks to come up to tag a few pictures with the bridge and grooms. But all timings were met, a few minor hiccups here and there and my friend finally got married. And for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2899147751188533509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2899147751188533509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2899147751188533509' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-547300041420849877</id><published>2010-03-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:18:56.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PHENOMENON!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/547300041420849877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/547300041420849877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#547300041420849877' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-748733309334901559</id><published>2010-03-25T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:05:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was in the van, infront of a security post. I was waiting for one of my guys so that we can go back to the office together. While waiting, an enthusiastic security guard came out and wanted to remind the vehicles that was parked near his location to move away. So off he went to the vehicle on my left which obeyed his instruction and moved away.Noticing that I was inside my vehicle, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/748733309334901559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/748733309334901559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#748733309334901559' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8452357026371447126</id><published>2010-03-20T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:20:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha. Try this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8452357026371447126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8452357026371447126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8452357026371447126' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4315163216120647424</id><published>2010-03-18T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:11:25.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is Aririkashikito and I'm a Ninja</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4315163216120647424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4315163216120647424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4315163216120647424' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8459142504984492886</id><published>2010-03-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:20:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I was trying to do my work. And the phone kept ringing. And ringing. And ringing. After the 3rd call I was reasonably irritated. So when the 4th call came, a hint of irritant came out from my voice. Here's the conversation -me: hello.idiot: who is this?me: erm.. who is this?idiot: i want to speak to your manager.me: sorry?idiot: i want to speak to your manager.me: may i ask what is this about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8459142504984492886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8459142504984492886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8459142504984492886' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1909671808617568246</id><published>2010-03-15T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:20:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally I bought my lcd tv. It's a 32" samsung 4 series which seems to be too big for my room but I'm liking it all the same. The guy friends seemed to enjoy the "largeness" of it all while watching the man utd game. The only down point was the opinion that I might have over-paid it even with the free DVD player bundled in. Hopefully I can sell off the DVD player to offset the higher price. HEHE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1909671808617568246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1909671808617568246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1909671808617568246' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-712179202612963398</id><published>2010-03-09T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:55:43.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I was at my first IPT session at khatib. I did my processing and then found that their static IPPT station was flooded. By flooded I meant really flooded. I was surprised that they didn't do anything to prevent any damage to their equipment. Not only was the place flooded, ceiling started falling on the equipment. It was those false ceilings and looking at them fall, ironically on the sit up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/712179202612963398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/712179202612963398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#712179202612963398' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8395096945469672907</id><published>2010-03-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:01:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like trying this. HAHA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8395096945469672907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8395096945469672907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8395096945469672907' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4984997457433384326</id><published>2010-03-07T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:25:00.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, last monday I was at the doctors. I gave my card and got my medicine after the consultation. I went home and went back to work. On thursday, I realized the card is missing. This was no ordinary card, it was the NCS staff pass. So I thought it was in my shorts, but it wasn't. So I naturally assumed it was at the doctors, where I last used it.So yesterday I was on way my way to the doctors but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4984997457433384326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4984997457433384326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4984997457433384326' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1447825810298927367</id><published>2010-03-06T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:36:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything in 3D is great. Alice in wonderland in 3D? Definitely 4/5. Coupled with the fact that the white queen glides ever so funnily and the partner going 'xiao mao' every time the cat appears, it was very entertaining. The only drawback of yesterday was losing at pool. It wasn't so much losing as it was a thrashing. 3 games in a row has created a resolve in me to better myself for the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1447825810298927367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1447825810298927367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1447825810298927367' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6195798587266556437</id><published>2010-03-04T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:50:54.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA I realized that this happens a lot for me also.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6195798587266556437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6195798587266556437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6195798587266556437' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8374157122023242888</id><published>2010-03-04T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:16:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have facebook. My twin created the email account while a 'friend' created the facebook account. As of now, I have only subconsciously added 4 people, because I wanted to. I don't think I will add anyone else because I don't see the need yet. But I will definitely accept, regardless of the person that adds me. Speaking of which, I believe a close friendship with a friend has deteriorated after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8374157122023242888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8374157122023242888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8374157122023242888' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3315800423596964022</id><published>2010-02-28T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:15:38.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest up aaron. Come back stronger and better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3315800423596964022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3315800423596964022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3315800423596964022' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1345494539144496170</id><published>2010-02-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:07:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEARS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1345494539144496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1345494539144496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1345494539144496170' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-9052912106430537996</id><published>2010-02-24T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:17:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up at 745. Wore my uniform and got ready to book in. I was early, chit-chatted with some people while waiting for the briefing to begin. I saw that there was a time table and when I looked at it, it showed "Dismissed - 1330". I did a triple take before realizing that it was only a 4 hour "ordeal" for specialists. I danced a jig in my head and was pleasantly on my way home on the dotAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9052912106430537996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9052912106430537996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#9052912106430537996' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7442761363251335486</id><published>2010-02-20T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:41:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if something that you have done reasonably often lately, which in turn could lead to something bigger, happens easily for one particular instance? As in, you do not have to pretend to be something that you are not and you can just really be relaxed while doing it? Should you jump into it straight away or should you pull back abit and be more... thoughtful? I'm not sure. It seems surreal that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7442761363251335486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7442761363251335486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7442761363251335486' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3875635728029365773</id><published>2010-02-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:43:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eczema, an inflammation of the skin is marked by blisters (when severe), redness, fluid in the tissue, oozing, scales, crusts or scabs, burning or itching, and sometimes dryness. One of the more common types is atopic eczema which is a continuing, itching skin inflammation whose victims often have a family history of allergic diseases such as asthma or hay feverGod damn it. When did it start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3875635728029365773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3875635728029365773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3875635728029365773' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-859348781022997956</id><published>2010-02-17T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:27:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/859348781022997956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/859348781022997956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#859348781022997956' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5014490601522200463</id><published>2010-02-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:00:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a super last minute cum spur of the moment, me and 3 other friends decided to spend CNY over in JB. Let's hope we have fun and.... get sparky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5014490601522200463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5014490601522200463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5014490601522200463' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6357464924253089151</id><published>2010-02-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:27:00.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been a fan of army shows for a long time. Band of brothers was great. The unit was fantastic. Full Metal Jacket was one of em too. Certain movies about armies, I was into. Another one to add into the fold is Generation Kill. Not much killing. But the impact of the series, was god damn intense. I shall remake myself to be the same as Sgt Brad Colbert.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6357464924253089151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6357464924253089151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6357464924253089151' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8556433430029670179</id><published>2010-02-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:26:00.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA the start of this book is pretty hilarious, that I'm waiting for a new couple to be together so that I have a reason to get itWhat do we do now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8556433430029670179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8556433430029670179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8556433430029670179' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-957603581114331724</id><published>2010-02-08T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:33:30.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent about 20 mins playing this. Using only the left mouse button</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/957603581114331724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/957603581114331724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#957603581114331724' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5719565278595402589</id><published>2010-02-07T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:13:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 1 summary. Woke up way too early at 630. Had a trying time gathering the relatives into the bus. Nearly shed tears while my buddy was reciting his commitment to his newly wedded wife. Had a surprisingly easy working relationship with a bridesmaid. Did a fine job ensuring that the newly wed were attended to. Got irritated entertaining a particular friend. Brain decided to shut down a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5719565278595402589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5719565278595402589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5719565278595402589' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-9078179060958301288</id><published>2010-02-04T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:54:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the conversation is over in my view and there is silence, I will put down the phone. If you are not the love of my life, I won't say good bye half of the time. So fuck you and your emo self for throwing a tantrum because I cut you off.On a funny side, see if you catch it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9078179060958301288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/9078179060958301288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#9078179060958301288' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1060996356271550451</id><published>2010-01-31T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:27:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I honestly do not understand this. But humans being humans, will clamor to have one of em</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1060996356271550451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1060996356271550451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1060996356271550451' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5523052445064089093</id><published>2010-01-29T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:23:53.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paintball pictures. On a side note, you leave me confused. I'm seriously considering if I should persist in being nice or just.... lackluster.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5523052445064089093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5523052445064089093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5523052445064089093' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8009870460516807693</id><published>2010-01-24T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:31:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The bachelor party. The 3rd that I've been to so far and the 2nd I've organized. Paintball was great. My only painful battle scar was the glancing shot that hit between my left shoulder and chest while the worst that a friend had was one on his left butt cheek. Another had one that struck the back of the head, thanks to me. After that it was dinner with the brides maid. They were not supposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8009870460516807693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8009870460516807693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8009870460516807693' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-458146817940585863</id><published>2010-01-19T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:36:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up irritated this morning. The alarm rang and the first thought in my head was 'Damn it, why is the alarm ringing on saturday??' So after switching off that alarm, I noticed an sms and found my colleague telling me something about work. So I told him off via sms, asking why the fuck is he messaging me today.Then the 2nd alarm rang and I questioned myself. 2nd alarm only rings on weekdays. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/458146817940585863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/458146817940585863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#458146817940585863' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5843950165743896353</id><published>2010-01-17T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:31:45.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In no particular order, top 5.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5843950165743896353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5843950165743896353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5843950165743896353' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-2108143071915706710</id><published>2010-01-15T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:22:19.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The goal for today was to pay the car's insurance. I reached the AIG office and was wondering where to park. Noticing a car making a left turn and me over shooting the turn, I looked to my rear view mirror so that I could reverse and make the left turn. Somehow I managed to forget that I was at a 2 lane road and didn't see a car making a right turn into the same road I was hoping to turn into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2108143071915706710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/2108143071915706710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#2108143071915706710' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3191343931395128959</id><published>2010-01-14T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:44:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was only 3 people in the office and when I was the only one to exit the office, noticing a small tree snake hiding under the carpet directly outside our office. Because of that one snake, I spent an extra 2 hours at work waiting for the pest busters that never came. In the end, it was a joint operation between NUS staff that finally did it




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3191343931395128959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3191343931395128959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3191343931395128959' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</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/_qRWINP10Q4I/S06SKBoQhRI/AAAAAAAAADk/b_4_b1sjOt4/s72-c/SNC00041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8022498046762034398</id><published>2010-01-08T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:38:54.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True that!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8022498046762034398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8022498046762034398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8022498046762034398' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1676569947365388343</id><published>2010-01-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:34:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This book was released 9 years ago. If anyone goes to a book store often and sees it, do tell me where to find it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1676569947365388343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1676569947365388343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1676569947365388343' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4752672666936781343</id><published>2010-01-03T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:00:45.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So how has the new year treated me? I have been fighting off a swollen throat (for some unknown reason), swollen hands (it started to swell and itch like a mother**** after a game of COD) and now a cut lip (this happened while eating burger king fries and watching go karting). I'm apprehensive about the future but I figured getting the ebola virus is on the horizon for me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4752672666936781343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4752672666936781343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4752672666936781343' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7730272891575063333</id><published>2009-12-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:51:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. 2009. To summarise.Achievement 1. Completing the 6 modules without the need to repeat any of them.Achievement 2. Becoming closer to friends.Achievement 3. Trying to "date".Regrets 1. My forever-in-pain-right-hand. It seems that surgery is the only way?Regrets 2. Not quitting smoking earlier. It was a crutch for school. No school, no need for it.Regrets 3. Over-spending. I believe that one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7730272891575063333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7730272891575063333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7730272891575063333' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4909939202835246426</id><published>2009-12-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:46:33.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHAHAHA it's been awhile since I cried due to excessive laughter while watching a youtube video</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4909939202835246426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4909939202835246426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4909939202835246426' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5206775228116010685</id><published>2009-12-29T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:38:51.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throat still feels warm, nerves still feel like they are on fire, still awaiting a message from someone, requires alot of comfort</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5206775228116010685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5206775228116010685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5206775228116010685' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-533374290426730700</id><published>2009-12-26T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:35:11.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So finally, I went out with a girl for a whole day. Well it began at 330 so technically it wasn't a whole day. While I was figuring out the numbering system of her letter box, she came down and waved to someone while exiting the lift. Turns out, it was daddy. Yes, I shook hands with her daddy and at the same time, defended my allegiance to arsenal, after he suggested that I burn the arsenal flag </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/533374290426730700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/533374290426730700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#533374290426730700' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-8735758287577087813</id><published>2009-12-24T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:26:03.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously, why are guys such bitches? I have done the major part of organizing 2 events. Pretty major events involving a number of people. So why do 3 assholes become the subject in this post? Well because the 2 of them are douches by nature. (Surprisingly, blogspot treated douches as a proper word but not blogspot)Douche 1. This asshole requested a christmas tree for the office lunch. But he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8735758287577087813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/8735758287577087813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#8735758287577087813' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1858929791805887864</id><published>2009-12-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:19:18.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Win</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1858929791805887864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1858929791805887864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1858929791805887864' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6780050394807667397</id><published>2009-12-20T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:12:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because of that one major disappointment, I am seriously considering my career path. All my buying plans, up in smoke. I shouldn't have checked the bank account before leaving because that spoiled my mood and thus created unnecessary squabbling in my head. A month of being irritated. Onto funnier stuff, a buddy passed me and 3 other friends xmas presents, wrapped nicely in a metro packaging. When</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6780050394807667397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6780050394807667397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6780050394807667397' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4062147723532772334</id><published>2009-12-18T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:48:34.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best video this week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4062147723532772334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4062147723532772334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4062147723532772334' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6525499278347128912</id><published>2009-12-15T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:09:30.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked into a NTUC the other day and the first face that I saw was a crush from primary school. I saw her, her name came into my head and I went (in my head) 'wow, so long never see your face. still hot. oo baby formula'. I didn't say hi because what do you really talk about after 16 years? What's new? Let me see, I am able to drive now?And for some unknown reason, the drink that I bought from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6525499278347128912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6525499278347128912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6525499278347128912' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4998362690461164657</id><published>2009-12-12T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:57:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tiring 3 days, finally done and over it. A rundown.Thursday: It was a whole day of editing documents. I believe the record was editing 1 document 8 times within 1 day. By the end of the day, which was 11pm, I had a splitting headache, was convinced that I had H1N1 (I was at NUH on wednesday for awhile) and was not looking forward to waking up at 6am the next day. Popped some panadols, went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4998362690461164657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4998362690461164657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4998362690461164657' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7476090993577128544</id><published>2009-12-08T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:54:26.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stress. Cigarettes. Pimples. Headaches. Sleep deprived. 4 days of hell. I believe I rather climb the mountain at Brunei then this. That at least has guns and ammunition</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7476090993577128544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7476090993577128544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7476090993577128544' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7267763899529185640</id><published>2009-12-04T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:09:32.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bachelor party. The first act of the day was supposed to be porn at Yangtze. But the groom made a terrible mistake in forgetting an anniversary so we had to cancel that event. But we made it for it by buying him a shirt with Aki Hoshino at the front of it, for him to play paintball in later. Paint ball hurts. I got shot a total of 6 times, these are the shots that I know hit me. 1 in the leg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7267763899529185640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7267763899529185640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7267763899529185640' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3411787812336088101</id><published>2009-12-03T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:58:54.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The silence was unsettling. The first week, we thought it was one off. Second week, we thought an update will surely be available soon enough. Third week comes along and tension simmers. Fourth week is the week when you finally spilled the beans after someone had to ask you what the fuck is going on. Not cool dude, totally not cool. Not only is everyone walking on egg shells around you, the fact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3411787812336088101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3411787812336088101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3411787812336088101' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5469288528592216018</id><published>2009-11-26T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:33:23.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave a driver the finger the other day. Why? The stupid bitch cut into my lane and THEN signaled. Seriously, why do drivers keep doing that? So the dumb bitch had a super long horn dedicated to her while I pulled up beside her. I saw her going insane in her car. It looked like Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch. So I did what naturally came to me. I gave her the finger, kept it there and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5469288528592216018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5469288528592216018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5469288528592216018' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4388783148275576913</id><published>2009-11-22T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:14:42.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My back hurts. Near my kidneys. And it's only my right side. I'm not sure why but it hurts when I walk fast or stand up after sitting down. Could it be an organ or muscle problem? I can't be sure. My left shoulder blade hurts too. Slept in a wrong position I figured. So I'm walking slanted, trying to alleviate pain from the shoulder and back. I'm so broken, it's retarded.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4388783148275576913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4388783148275576913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4388783148275576913' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3666752495802683778</id><published>2009-11-16T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:17:48.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you have 2 guns + grenades + grenade launchers and people are running away from you, you can't help but enjoy the massacre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3666752495802683778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3666752495802683778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3666752495802683778' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-420156588865662967</id><published>2009-11-15T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:01:44.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soccer was disappointing. Singapore lacked ideas and was punished, brutally. But the most scary part of that night was the uncle in blue behind us. He was alone and throughout the first half, was particularly vicious among the thai players. He was basically threatening to rape their kids while eating their rice and then killing their whole village. Luckily, he got irritated and left during half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/420156588865662967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/420156588865662967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#420156588865662967' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1188527751821120375</id><published>2009-11-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:59:00.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's it. I'm done asking people out. It infuriates me. I don't see the point anymore. I'll just live waiting for people to ask me out. Who the hell am I to wait? Well, who the hell am I to you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1188527751821120375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1188527751821120375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1188527751821120375' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5516225789634925289</id><published>2009-11-10T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:36:34.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things to do after assignment. 1. Catch up on tv shows.2. Catch up on movies.3. Re-consider the taking of the motor license4. Catch up on books.5. Evaluate career.That's it so far. Till furthur updates, Sharin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5516225789634925289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5516225789634925289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5516225789634925289' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7392227996544777461</id><published>2009-11-04T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:53:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only thing that I can't afford to lose is restraint. If I lose even that, I will disappear.Quote: Sharin Taib</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7392227996544777461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7392227996544777461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7392227996544777461' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-6404602008601065701</id><published>2009-11-02T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:59:09.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween. Lols</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6404602008601065701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/6404602008601065701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#6404602008601065701' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5142301088397922221</id><published>2009-11-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:53:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True that son</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5142301088397922221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5142301088397922221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5142301088397922221' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5007474662032728313</id><published>2009-10-30T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:22:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of 7 days this week, I have eaten at my coffee shop indian stall 5 times. And this is only the first week. I seriously have to broaden my range of food. The other day, I even became a temporary translator. There was this bus driver who came up to the indian stall and I was waiting there for my prata. This bus driver looked at the indian guy, looked at the prata that was being fried, looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5007474662032728313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5007474662032728313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5007474662032728313' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-3253209033305757561</id><published>2009-10-27T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:12:17.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too funny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3253209033305757561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/3253209033305757561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#3253209033305757561' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-1772495855568133874</id><published>2009-10-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:16:23.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom has been acting weird lately. The other day, she commanded me to wash the toilet that I use because it was dirty, which to me was untrue because there were still clean parts around. But the thing that threw me off was her reasoning. She said "later when your gf comes over and uses the dirty toilet, not nice right? go clean it up". Hold up. I've been single for 2 years and she has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1772495855568133874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/1772495855568133874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#1772495855568133874' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5808929962903822305</id><published>2009-10-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:59:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't dislike chinese weddings. I dislike sitting at a able of 10 and not knowing anyone there. I could be mr friendly but knowing how me speaking in english makes other malays uncomfortable, I rather stay home. And I'm seriously debating if I should go in the first place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5808929962903822305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5808929962903822305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5808929962903822305' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5308259438800767137</id><published>2009-10-14T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:11:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If 95% gives you 14.5, how much would 120% give? 18, right? That means that my assignment for one particularly shitty module only got that much even though 'technically' it was 100% completed. So, it either means that our assignment was deemed to be 'non-original' or the marker was super stingy. And it also doesn't make sense when other groups who turned in work that was around 80% completed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5308259438800767137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5308259438800767137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5308259438800767137' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-187212140461350048</id><published>2009-10-10T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:25:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My assignment is stagnant. I can't program to save my life and I'm honestly worried about my grade. I'm left with 9 weeks and the group has barely conjured up anything. Work has become shittier. I can't believe that I offered a colleague money to take over my duty, because I had to do something illegal to gain something illegally. My life is in a mess and the thoughts of the ex actually crept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/187212140461350048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/187212140461350048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#187212140461350048' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5622674364676897502</id><published>2009-10-09T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:24:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overdue pictures, about 15 in total. And that's that with raya 2009.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5622674364676897502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5622674364676897502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5622674364676897502' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7241892114996978363</id><published>2009-10-08T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:51:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEHE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7241892114996978363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7241892114996978363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7241892114996978363' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7503266763900678935</id><published>2009-10-06T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:09:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October is not starting out very well. Bad things seem to happen in tandem and its starting to piss me off. First, my monitor seem to be flickering on its own for god knows what reason. I have yet to troubleshoot it properly due to the lack of time but the flickering is so frustrating. And the best part is the issue could due to 7 different things and its working fine when I go to PS3 mode.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7503266763900678935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7503266763900678935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7503266763900678935' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-5587841585234861339</id><published>2009-10-02T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:47.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After working for roughly 13 months, I finally had a sit-down with management about my job. It took them that long to realize "hey, we haven't talked to sharin before right? we forgotten about him the other time. how about we invite him in for shits and giggles?". This was the feeling I had during the meeting. So basically the meeting was about who screwed me over for my bonus(turns out it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5587841585234861339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/5587841585234861339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#5587841585234861339' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-4816507773828710945</id><published>2009-09-29T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:46:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most of their videos are viewed in terms of millions. And most of them are pretty hilarious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4816507773828710945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/4816507773828710945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#4816507773828710945' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-7806762350392283058</id><published>2009-09-27T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:15:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7806762350392283058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/7806762350392283058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#7806762350392283058' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-534547792001259709</id><published>2009-09-25T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:47:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hari Raya came and went as per normal. There wasn't anything special this year except for the fact that the night before, I reached home at 4am. Followed the sister to geylang for some last minute shopping and managed to get myself a new pair of malay slippers while at the same time, try to get into the feeling of raya itself. As always saw a few people that I knew while at the same time, saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/534547792001259709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/534547792001259709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#534547792001259709' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828196.post-163240784525641958</id><published>2009-09-19T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:34:52.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Managed to get myself to super import nights 2009 even though it was the last day of the fasting month and I knew I had a ton of stuff to do before tomorrow. But me and my exhibition buddy persisted and we were rewarded with a pretty good show. The new girls were pretty exhibitiony but the amount of cars was surprisingly lacking. I hope big boy's toys will be better, if it's even showing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/163240784525641958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3828196/posts/default/163240784525641958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yerfather.blogspot.com/index.html#163240784525641958' title=''/><author><name>Our Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971681957782126844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
