<?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-5632672429791865086</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:18:38.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spear Pillar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4771047543955268454</id><published>2009-04-18T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:26:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>The mid-term holidays (Easter holiday) is coming to the end. I have did nothing at all but to procrastinate every single day. No revisions were done. No follow-ups. Nothing. Absolutely 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted 8 days of my life just like that, for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;(excluding the day we went traveling along the Great Ocean Road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS aka king of procrastinaters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4771047543955268454?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4771047543955268454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4771047543955268454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4771047543955268454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4771047543955268454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-5446280961776778732</id><published>2009-03-27T13:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:35:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot chicken shit</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the gym, thought of writing something before I start my never ending cycle of eating and washing up again. Today is my chest day. As usual, I went there, grabbed a pairs of dumbbells and start doing bench press. After warming up, I gradually increase the weight between sets and finally to 27.5kgs (2.5kgs more than my usual max weight) without much difficulties. Maybe I should consider 30 for the next time.. Anyway, after 3 sets, my left shoulder was starting to signal me that it is still in the recovery period. So, I decided to switch to cardio exercise for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was resting at the side, I noticed one of my friend was teaming up with his buddy again to spot each other's workout. It was kind of funny cause whenever my friend is working out, his buddy would spot and gave him lots of motivation like : 'come on', 'push', 'you're doing great', 'one more, one more', 'easy, easy', 'you can do it', 'dont give up', 'two more to go' and then keep on repeating the same thing for like 30 times in less than a minute. Wah, if I have such a 'motivating' spotter, I would have pulled out a gun and shoot him to oblivion even before I start my workout. Bising bangor. That's why I still prefer to workout alone with the earphones on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I wanna blog today is actually my genetics lab session which I had yesterday. Ever wonder what a genetic student do in the fire-prone lab? First, we put on our lab coat which protect us from the potentially harmful chemicals and in the same time, make us easier to catch on fire. Most of the fire incidents start from the students hit and spill the alcohol unintentionally onto their long sleeves, then go near the bunsen burner and poof.... Jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we dealt with is the drosophila (fruit fly) that I mentioned in my last post. This is how it looks like when we got the specimens. They are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyC62oWQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b5CfwC_zkeI/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyC62oWQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b5CfwC_zkeI/s320/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317769207626482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, those tiny dots are the flies. The yellow medium at the base is made out of some banana + some basic nutrients that flies need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9DOAiHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PsJRutK5TJM/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9DOAiHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PsJRutK5TJM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317770344877033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we observe them. Put them on the white platform to get a clearer view on their eye colours, wing shapes and so on. No, we are not killers and the flies are still alive. We dont kill them just to observe their features. Then you might want to ask why arent they flying around? This is the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD8uvfFlI/AAAAAAAAAME/EmfrtzpLrPU/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD8uvfFlI/AAAAAAAAAME/EmfrtzpLrPU/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317770339380303442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made them inactive first by giving them CO2... See the pipe? It is connected to the tap that leads to CO2 source. We get the CO2 gas just like how people get the gas for bunsen burner. The flies will be active again after they are removed from the CO2. But usually before that happens, we would discard them into the fly morgue and they will be dead. Muahahahaha.... there is another way of making the flies sleep, its by exposing them to ether. But this is not usually done especially by the novices, cause ether + fire will result explosion which is a lot worse than just catching fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9fPunjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WNt5A7x7FjY/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9fPunjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WNt5A7x7FjY/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317770352400440882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is aspergillus. A kind of fungi which we use to study the genes interaction and complementation... bla bla bla so on so forth. They got very distinguishable features which enable us to identify them easily. To grow them, you just need very little amount of spores and stab them into an agar plate with some nutrients, then they can grow and poliferate after incubation. Due to the fact that aspergillus need to be incubated, therefore experiment involving aspergillus need more than one week to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plate above is actually provided to us by our demonstator. Thats the reason why every colony is nicely organised and there's no contamination between colonies. We do need to learn how to inoculate the aspergillus into new plates and it is really not an easy job cause the spores are too tiny and a little mistake will cause contamination everywhere in the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the time when fire accidents usually occur. Cause in order to inoculate aspergillus, we first sterilized the pen with metal wire attached on it by soaking it with alcohol and pass it through the flame for a brief moment. Then, we take some spores from the colony with the tip of a wire and stab it into a new agar plate. We stab the wire upwards with the agar plate facing downward to prevent the spores from spreading everywhere but still error can happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our demonstrators always talk as if fire accident is no big deal. They said it does happens from time to time and when it happens in the alcohol petri dish, instead of panicking and  watching the lab from burning down, please take the lid and cover the petri dish so the fire will stop. Wah, easier talk than do ler, do you think how many people can actually think of doing that when the alcohol is burning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the plate that I did last week and it turned out to be quite nice. See how pro I am... Muahahaha... (ignoring the huge band of contamination across the plate) Very pro dy la, ok? Who want to comment banyak banyak one, gi la buat sendiri... cis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9YJVaZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wodD09Lq1JA/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyD9YJVaZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wodD09Lq1JA/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317770350494574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-5446280961776778732?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/5446280961776778732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=5446280961776778732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5446280961776778732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5446280961776778732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-hot-chicken-shit.html' title='Hot hot chicken shit'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScyC62oWQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b5CfwC_zkeI/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-3900187870198659894</id><published>2009-03-24T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:03:23.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, everyone</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I wrote something here.. Anyone miss me? Guess not.. Oh well nevermind. Nobody cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long holidays, I am back to Melbourne which does not has lots of major changes. Only a small amount of restaurants got replaced with the better one (This is purely an assumption). As for me, I moved out from that horrible apartment to a new accommodation which is slightly nearer to the uni. So, starting now, you all wont be able to hear my rants anymore about that organism. Haha... this should be quite a disappointment for those who cares for my sluggish EX-housemate, or the so called 'wei-siang-curse-non-stop-drama' !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScjIendfHGI/AAAAAAAAALs/dTEkGmKrfxY/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScjIendfHGI/AAAAAAAAALs/dTEkGmKrfxY/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316719788425157730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same state library where people still sit on the grass patches where the sunlight reaches. Arent they suppose to lookout for over-exposure to UV rays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying with another guy now. A Malaysian whom I dunno comes from which state but I know his mother is a Kemaman-ians. He is a rather nice guy and currently taking his masters in RMIT. I dont have his pictures but I can tell you that he always remind me of CTZ. He is somehow similar to chen either the physical appearance (except the unique feature that make CTZ special) or the styles. The only thing that I cna complaint about him right now is probably his extra loud singings/shoutings... (he is a rocker)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am doing my second year now and the subjects I took are so ... erm.. specific. Principles in Genetics, Experiment in Genetics, Molecular biology and Gene, Health &amp;amp; Society as the breadth (junk) subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Principles in Genetics and molecular biology, they are all about normal biology studies where you need to read and memorize before you enter the exam hall. And then, Experiment in Genetics should the most boring science experiment ever. This is because the living things that we would deal with are actually 3 - E.Coli, Drosophila and Aspergillus where 2 out of 3 are hardly visible things. E.Coli is some stupid bacteria that you can only observe it after it poliferates and form a colony. Meanwhile, Aspergillus is a fungi which also only visible after it grows into a colony. The biggest organism- Drosophila is actually a fruit fly aka lalat aka 'chang ying' aka 'wu ying'. In the case of Drosophila, we need to identify the males and females and then look for the mutated features like curly wing, smaller eye, different eye colours, shorter abdoment, absent of hairs on the legs and many more stupid physical features (without using any instruments like microscope). As for the junk subject, its a junk... self explainable..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write till hungry lagi... bencinya... Hungry = eat = wash dishes/cutleries... and then after washing = hungry = eat again ... Argh.. my neverending house chores and no matter how I cleanup my room, it will be still messy everytime I come back from outside... Grrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my next post should be somewhere near Easter dy.. hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScjLGEGZzVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xp9Q9tX_bbo/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScjLGEGZzVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xp9Q9tX_bbo/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316722665151122770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I changed my mascot and yes, it is a pokemon and  I dont need any coments about its ugliness yata yata so dont any of you dare to bug me with those stupid comments or questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-3900187870198659894?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/3900187870198659894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=3900187870198659894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3900187870198659894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3900187870198659894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello, everyone'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/ScjIendfHGI/AAAAAAAAALs/dTEkGmKrfxY/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-3727261127646187437</id><published>2009-03-23T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:26:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow... I am suppose to post my blog two days before since I have promised it to myself but I was really busy for the last few days (on some not very important stuffs) and today was exceptionally busy busy busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to delay it again. Hopefully tomorrow I will have the right time and the right mood to sit down and write something... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-3727261127646187437?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/3727261127646187437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=3727261127646187437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3727261127646187437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3727261127646187437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back...'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1483791515258603004</id><published>2008-11-12T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:01:45.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>转机</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="reply_content_231866823"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;作曲：潘玮柏 作词：潘玮柏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="reply_content_231866823"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凌晨的飞机&lt;br /&gt;随歌忐忑飞行&lt;br /&gt;从相机里面正视着回忆&lt;br /&gt;背景是层影&lt;br /&gt;我哪里都不想擦去&lt;br /&gt;到哪里痛楚计算清&lt;br /&gt;怕遗憾拖远&lt;br /&gt;易碎的情绪我收听&lt;br /&gt;想你在一起&lt;br /&gt;我却身不由己&lt;br /&gt;你每次伤心 我每次缺席&lt;br /&gt;遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;我以为我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;誓言里还会有转机&lt;br /&gt;没想到陌生机场&lt;br /&gt;写下结局&lt;br /&gt;各自的转机&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;转一圈回到了原地&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;让一切归零&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;仍相信爱会有奇迹&lt;br /&gt;人群中我正逃离&lt;br /&gt;我抱着你&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;还未完待续&lt;br /&gt;想你在一起&lt;br /&gt;我却身不由己&lt;br /&gt;你每次伤心 我每次缺席&lt;br /&gt;遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;我以为我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;誓言里还会有转机&lt;br /&gt;没想到陌生机场&lt;br /&gt;写下结局&lt;br /&gt;各自的转机&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;转一圈回到了原地&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;让一切归零&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;仍相信爱会有奇迹&lt;br /&gt;人群中我正逃离&lt;br /&gt;我抱着你&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;还未完待续(我放不过我自己)&lt;br /&gt;转一圈回到了原地&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;让一切归零&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;仍相信爱会有奇迹&lt;br /&gt;寻找我们的转机&lt;br /&gt;我抱着你&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;还未完待续(我放不过我自己)&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起回忆&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱情&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;我们的 我们的&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱爱爱爱&lt;br /&gt;我放不过我自己&lt;br /&gt;眼泪是一种提醒&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1483791515258603004?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1483791515258603004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1483791515258603004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1483791515258603004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1483791515258603004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='转机'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-5391183835659912452</id><published>2008-10-24T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:25:40.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid-est Subject Ever</title><content type='html'>After a whole semester of doomsday theory (my lecturers said climate changes will lastly leads to ice age - doomsday la tu), now the tutor wants us to write an essay on something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one of the following statements and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;defend&lt;/span&gt; it. That is, develop a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;convincing&lt;/span&gt; argument in its favour and support your claims with data and references to expert opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Climate change is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ulquiorra: Then wats the point of me studying this subject and wats the point of me writing this essay? Brainless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. We &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;don’t know&lt;/span&gt; why climate change is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ulquiorra: Are you telling me that all the figures, climate models and lectures you all given so far are craps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. All changes to the climate are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ulquiorra: Financial crisis is also natural. Why bother to fix it ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; that can be done about climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ulquiorra: Do nothing then, sit there and wait to die. Its better to jump stairs and die now, less sufferings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the F***!! After one whole sem of brain-washing, now you want us to write something like this? Its just the same like you asking a vegetarian : Why are you not eating veges?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, during tutorial session, the tutor said its perfectly OK for you all to disagree with the exam question and write ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The question is not correct&lt;/span&gt;. Such and such is not happening and its all due to such and such.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your answer is still making sense, you will be given marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was like WTF! Are you telling me that the exam questions can be RIGHT or WRONG and how on earth am I going to sit for this kind of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did they think before how retard are they for asking me to write such an essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Imaginary Scene*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Why you mark this answer as a wrong answer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tutor: Cause you wrote there, climate changes are not happenings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: So?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tutor: It doesn't make any sense. That's why you got a zero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: So, you yourself also know it doesn't make any sense, right? Then why are you calling us to write this kind of sense-less essay back then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tutor: ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*End of scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is definitely the stupid-est subject ever. I hate breadth subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-5391183835659912452?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/5391183835659912452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=5391183835659912452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5391183835659912452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5391183835659912452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-est-subject-ever.html' title='Stupid-est Subject Ever'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-8174302143529794938</id><published>2008-10-18T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:02:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special post  for May Tan</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to write this weeks ago... as I had promised to May Tan (pronounce as mai tan - sell egg) but because of laziness, I delayed this post again and again. So now, I am going to tunaikan janji.&lt;br /&gt;(soli arr, ah may)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I knew ah May since primary school although we had never been in the same class before. This is because she was always being appointed as the class rep in her class and people just couldn't help to notice her outstanding physical appearance(a bit roundish, a bit nia.. not very much). I was not sure she knew about me or not during this time because Tay Wei Siang was really a damn low profile nooby nerd this time and Chen Han was still a cry bun (He was complaining that he dint get much exposure la.. so I ma give him some lo.. since I am a kind-hearted person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After UPSR, we went to different secondary school. I went to SMKSS while she still continued her studies in CHWS. Then, it was until form 3/4 (I forgot), we started to mix together and get along quite frequently because of two reasons. One is because of Lau Si Ying, who joined the set Dear and become a pseudo-member. The second reason is of cause Kang Kang and Dino Egg's gossips. Come to think about it, I dint go for same tuition classes with you before, right? Well, at least not in the same group before. Erm, maybe once or twice in Mr. Tan En Jin's classes... I couldn't remember now.. Brain stucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here comes the college part. By the time we (me and NWK) chose to enroll in Taylor's College in the last minute, we couldn't find any accommodation anywhere near the college. Then, we heard about Dino Egg's apartment and Li Ching's withdrawal. And then, Long story short, we all lived under the roof of 120-E. This is the time when we all (Me, CM, NWK, Eric Goh and Dino Egg) became real close friends together with Lim Sze Yin, the partial 120-E resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrV8hjuNPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lGtRWl3UUpo/s1600-h/IMG_014923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrV8hjuNPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lGtRWl3UUpo/s320/IMG_014923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258750750685541618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Ah May. She always said she very chio one... Chio or not? I'll let the readers decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the time when most of the funny happenings occurred. We always grouped together and stalked on kang and dino egg (the only couple in 120-E). We went to the same gym, Fitness First. Back then, CM was such an active Yoga Class attendant that she even practiced (wanna show off she can 'bridge')yoga at home. After gymming, we would all together went for dinner (Small 2 and Sea Ham - Mek Yin's favourite) followed with lok lok in the pasar malam street. Everyday eat so much, no wonder cannot slim during A levels time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrW7aXDzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ysHuQUI21Gs/s1600-h/IMG_0575x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrW7aXDzmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ysHuQUI21Gs/s320/IMG_0575x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258751831085141602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another picture of May Tan. Pan Cute version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although living away from hometown, ah May can be still considered as a 'kuai lui'. She likes to stay inside the house at night, wearing her pregnant woman clothes. No clubbing de unlike me and kang kang, whole day 'pou' CC. The most 'bu kuai' thing she had ever did during 120-E time is probably the morning when she simply let the plumber come into our house while we all still sleeping (120-E residents wake up time is around 12-1pm during weekends) and till now, she still argue that incident is purely illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talk about Chiew May, of cause nobody would overlook the fact that she is a damm pro shopping queen. This is also the first time I realized the 'dahsyat-ness' of a girl when comes to shopping. Piles of clothes were seen everywhere in her room and sometimes in the living room of 120-E (wardrobe got no more space to put the clothes then have to put on the floor la.. ah bo?). Wanna have an idea of how big is a pile? Well, I would say it is big enough to sit on it just like a couch. Oh ya, and also the shoes. 120-E has probably the most shoe per house around the whole My Place Apartment which is around 50-60+ pairs. More than half of them belongs to CM, of coz. I can still remember the amazed expression by some of the 120-E guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just how many people was living in this house actually?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is always the first question we were asked after they saw the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrX04o3UfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/41qbJ5btfv4/s1600-h/Copy+of+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrX04o3UfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/41qbJ5btfv4/s320/Copy+of+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752818465427954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah May in her batik thingi. Well, according to my understanding of what she wrote in her blog. The reason she bought this thingi is solely because of that small ribbon at the back of the shirt... I was like OMG, so imagine that in future,  she likes a particular dress so much that she will end up buying the whole shop. Well, actually what I wanna point out in this picture is that I dont think this is something people say fat lo... at least for me lo.. Then why everyday still bising bangor about nak slim so much. If nok slim sangat, makanla dulu, dok makan mane ade lemak nak diet.&lt;br /&gt;(Ulquiorra: Illusion... must be illusion.. her pics all kuat deceiving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after A levels, I came to Melbourne and she went to Sheffield, UK. I know we wont be seeing each other as often as before because of the holidays timing. But still we have Internet and MSN, so it wouldnt be very hard for us to see each other. Well, at least for me. You like to camwhore so much. Simple go anywhere also can see your picture and I am still doubting that my laptop is totally free of your pictures by now. Your pictures are worse than computer virus.... No matter you delete them, there are still remnants somewhere in my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, I write a lot dy... lazy liao.. Wanna stop dy... Coz 'chicken' very fan.. In MSN keep on berkokok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lastly, I would like to wish Ah May luck for studying in Sheffield. Hope that you will graduate with flying colours and then become a chio lawyer. By that time, don't forget about me arr... I want your help arr in future cause you know la... significant people like me sure got a lot of people like to sue me one unlike the insignificant 'chicken'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you Jia you Jia you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P/S: Chen Han called me to include these as well in this post... Mati-mati pun nok squeeze into CM's post)&lt;br /&gt; 1. He would be a good father for chicks&lt;br /&gt; 2. He is a kind person (I would agree to some certain extent)&lt;br /&gt; 3. He is very good in cooking (this one was agreed by Wei Xian, not me)&lt;br /&gt; 4. He is very generous (Well, he helped me print my assignment then staple it before giving it to me)&lt;br /&gt; 5. TWS said : ehh, dont just put good things about you la, put some bad one.&lt;br /&gt;    TCH said : but I dont have bad points.&lt;br /&gt; 6. He cut onions with sunnies on, goreng ikan have to wear long sleeves jacket coz oil jumps&lt;br /&gt;    (TCH added : If got topeng even better)&lt;br /&gt; 7. He is still sulking because I dedicated half a line for TJS's birthday but none during his birthday. He is very sad that he is so insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-8174302143529794938?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/8174302143529794938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=8174302143529794938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8174302143529794938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8174302143529794938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-post-for-may-tan.html' title='Special post  for May Tan'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SPrV8hjuNPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lGtRWl3UUpo/s72-c/IMG_014923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-7985513017619811699</id><published>2008-09-06T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:46:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has already been week 6. Time flies..</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.. I knew everyone was complaining about the lack of updates. It is not that I am busy or anything but I just don't have the feeling of blogging (lazy). So, I would like to apologize to my avid readers (if any). Thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers' convenience, I think I will just make a summary of whats happened to me and whats am I thinking lately in points form. There won't be any fancy pictures around so dont start whining after reading this post. (which I doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mid-sem tests are coming and I still havent finish studying. (there is still a lot that need to be taken care of, wish me luck)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never fail to sleep during any Data Analysis lectures since the first day till now. The lectures are plain boring and the lecturer doesnt joke at all. Everytime when I try to concentrate more on the lecture, the faster I would fall asleep. If anyone has some kind of tricks not to fall asleep during lectures, please share it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am mood-dependent, when studying but not chatting or playing. Haizzz..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apart from the boringness and the theory of ice age coming soon, I am pretty much satisfied with my 'Introduction of climate changes' lectures. I learned a lot from it and it changes my way of thinking. For example, if somebody said this species of crop need very little water to grow, then would you think thats great because we have more clean water to use? No, this is not happening because people would grow more of that crop to maximize the profit, the overall usage of water isn't even decreasing and might be increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lesson : Dont trust a sentence fully because there will always be hidden truth behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough of studies, lets talk about something more personal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My day usually starts when I sleep because my dreams are just too weird. Pack of actions and stupidity. I think it reflects my inner childish-ness well. P/S : Yesterday i got an extraordinary dream again but not going to talk about it here or else people would think that I am lunatic. Ask me personally if you want some stupid stories to fill your free time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weight is still increasing steadily and has no sign of dropping. This maybe a good thing or a bad thing. I don't know but time will tells.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My chatting to talking ratio is like 10 : 1 lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like absolute silence. Sometimes, even music can be a noise pollution for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For anyone who is still concerning about my behatred housemate, IT is still alive, unfortunately, 7 packets of instant noodles still have'nt kill it yet !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am starting to hate my hair which I had trouble managing it now. It is not long enough to be trimmed yet but it is just naughty. Gel or not makes no difference. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surfing youtube has been a daily routine for me. I just love the show 'Kang Xi Lai Le'. Xiao S is just plain mean and sacarstic and Kang Yong is so smart in manipulating the words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, for my friends:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congratz Chiew May for receiving an unconditional offer from the Uni she had dream of. She will be departing later in this month to UK. I guess it will be quite some time till we met again but dont worry, we will not forget you when we are eating Mok Long kepok in Goat's Island end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy birthday for both JinSern and Ting yue. I knew its yesterday but I still got wish hor.. and I dedicated  a sentence for you two hor... although I know both of you don't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, for Shang Neng, I know you will be going to UK soon too. So, take care. I don't really want to know the reason behind your decision because I know I will never understand ur logic. Oh ya, in case in future, when we meet again and I couldn't recognize you, dont forget to turn ur back facing me cause I think I can recognize ur back better. hahaha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another lastly, for Song Jie, you are going to UK too, right? Then, take care (I mean it). Winter is coming. I guess everyone is more worrying about you than Neng. He can walks around his dorm with just a piece of plastic leaf on but if that was you, you had probably been blown to the pacific ocean. Don't worry about that 38 president in Perth, I will make sure she has the most miserable life everyday. Muahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok, thats it for this time. Till I decided to write again (who knows when, maybe next year chinese new year.. Hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-7985513017619811699?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/7985513017619811699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=7985513017619811699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7985513017619811699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7985513017619811699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-has-already-been-week-6-time-flies.html' title='It has already been week 6. Time flies..'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1330968649765029050</id><published>2008-08-03T19:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:29:17.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of Semester 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found my naughty handphone-pc cable. It is hiding under my clothes in my wardrobe. Dont ask me why it would end up there cause even I cant explain that to myself. Notty, notty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni had just started not long ago. Just 1 week, to be precise. Well, new semester, new timetable so I had to start all over again, accommodating to the timetable. I had 5 study days per week. That means everyday got class la. Plus, I think my credit hours had increased by 1 more hour compared to last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWhGPQCnsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fnDg92RlSrU/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWhGPQCnsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fnDg92RlSrU/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230263670805798594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWigA-gTOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1IURPFyEHo0/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWigA-gTOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1IURPFyEHo0/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230265213162376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken during my walk back home after my one and only lecture - Data analysis on Tuesday. Its a 3pm lecture... zzz... Most of the trees still 'botak' .. Winter isnt over yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects I enrolled in during this semester are biology - genetics and evolutions, chemistry, Maths - Data Analysis and Introduction to climate changes as breadth (junk) subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biology I study this sem will be focused on genetics. All the DNA and ATCG stuffs. For me, it is a rather interesting subject cause I had always interested in genetics. Genetics - this word might sounds frightening cause its like a new technology that had just been discovered in this last 100 years. But bluntly put, its just another study that goes hand in hand with sexual reproduction. So people, be more active during the night if not the geneticists had no job to do. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of linear algebra, I chose Data Analysis because my maths really sucky  and most importantly, I am lazy to do maths anymore. =P. In fact, I slept during the first lecture (this is also the first lecture of first day of Sem 2) because it is just plain boring. Our lecturer (who has a chinese name harder to pronounce than mine) is really a pro hypnotizer. Apart from his boring talk, he likes to write down a lot of unnecessary things like 'stem and leaf plot' as if we do not know how to spell the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWgaFUwowI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xybIQK8nWe0/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWgaFUwowI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xybIQK8nWe0/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230262912226992898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My data analysis lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, my lecturer's hypno waves still reached me even I m sitting so far away. OK, I know its quite hard to see my lecturer so I uploaded a clearer picture of how my lecturer look like .&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWgs9neeYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2BuVTh4ETbA/s1600-h/097Hypno.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWgs9neeYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2BuVTh4ETbA/s320/097Hypno.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230263236575525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my junk subject - Intoruction to climate changes, I had 3 lectures so far and all of them are concerning GLOBAL WARMING!!! First lecture was introduction and a case study of Hurricane Katrina. 2nd lecture was given by a physic lecturer on physics theory behind the disaster and we watched dvd - 'An Inconvenient Truth' for the whole third lecture. Overall, it doesnt appear to be as boring as what I anticipated. I feel like an environmentalist now. Ahaha. Will fight for our environment....someday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1330968649765029050?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1330968649765029050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1330968649765029050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1330968649765029050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1330968649765029050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-of-semester-2.html' title='First week of Semester 2'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJWhGPQCnsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fnDg92RlSrU/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-6941078519742112560</id><published>2008-07-31T19:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:38:31.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after I said I will be more active in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post another post to show that I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I lost my hp-pc cable&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures cannot be uploaded into the laptop&lt;br /&gt;Hence&lt;br /&gt;No pictures for this post&lt;br /&gt;Actually&lt;br /&gt;I lost the mood to continue posting what I really want to post&lt;br /&gt;Therefore&lt;br /&gt;This will be a filler post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog about my first week of Sem 2 Uni life&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I need to postpone it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11.2 degree Celcius !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;cold....&lt;br /&gt;but still not the coldest&lt;br /&gt;So it is still ok to wear singlet while I sleep tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep soon&lt;br /&gt;nitezz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-6941078519742112560?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/6941078519742112560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=6941078519742112560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6941078519742112560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6941078519742112560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/07/ressurection.html' title='Bad Luck'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-3955728590414125993</id><published>2008-07-31T19:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:16:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dead blog.. dead blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I had neglected it for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to update lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Las Noches is in Hueca Mundo afterall&lt;br /&gt;the counterpart of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG2peVVOVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gRNF0erClkE/s1600-h/huecomundoopeningaf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG2peVVOVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gRNF0erClkE/s320/huecomundoopeningaf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229161465987283282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it is suppose to be dead and dull&lt;br /&gt;Kakaka&lt;br /&gt;Dont bash me so much liao next time, k?&lt;br /&gt;PYS also dint update her blog so often, everyone go bash her please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way&lt;br /&gt;This is suppose to be a resurrection post&lt;br /&gt;to raise the dead blog&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to be more active in blogging&lt;br /&gt;So the readers (if there is any) will not disappointed&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's no forget the formalities&lt;br /&gt;Some fancy incantation needed for resurrection spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG579iSz1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TnoYyLFdA7Y/s1600-h/Bleach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG579iSz1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TnoYyLFdA7Y/s320/Bleach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229165082135678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ulquiorra: Not really fancy pun)&lt;br /&gt;(Shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Soul Society (aka heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG6ewQFX8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/oUachl30wSQ/s1600-h/Soul_Society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG6ewQFX8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/oUachl30wSQ/s320/Soul_Society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229165679865061314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Thats it...&lt;br /&gt;I will be more active&lt;br /&gt;Tq Tq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-3955728590414125993?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/3955728590414125993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=3955728590414125993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3955728590414125993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3955728590414125993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/07/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SJG2peVVOVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gRNF0erClkE/s72-c/huecomundoopeningaf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1687996074358686944</id><published>2008-07-06T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:38:50.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Tag (Kuai Ku Vers.)</title><content type='html'>Ong Wen Sher yang baru ada new bf tagged me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 7 facts about me (You dint specify that it must be interesting or weird facts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to 'pang sai'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live in a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7 things that scares/disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unicellular brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirty housemate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guy who still had sex with the girl whom he said 'broke up dy'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brainless brat who did room-keeping at 4am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fugly person who uses excessive damn smelly hair spray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smokers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7 songs for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Negaraku&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Negarakuku (dont sue me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Primary school anthem (which till now I still dont understand what is it all about)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usaha Tekun Jaya (secondary school anthem)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;?? de body bu mei (again, dont sue me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go, Go Power Ranger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pukimon theme song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7 words/sentence that I frequently mention (come on, everyone should already know about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;C_b__&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;N_b_&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B_g__&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H__l__&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L__j___&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T__zz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L__p_&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7 valuable things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oxygen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything related to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pesticides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7 First times (walao, if I start counting from when I was still a baby, there would be 7,346,029,654 first times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use chopsticks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scold bad words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep more than 12 hours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1687996074358686944?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1687996074358686944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1687996074358686944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1687996074358686944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1687996074358686944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/07/answering-tag-kuai-ku-vers.html' title='Answering Tag (Kuai Ku Vers.)'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-5594972644522952602</id><published>2008-07-05T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:56:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I overtrained</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 days since my back training and it is still aching today. My recovery ability has definitely gone downhill. This is not a good sign. By the way, I had chest training yesterday, so now I am having ache in both in front and behind  =.=  I think I overtrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing through the net, I found the definition of overtraining. Apparently, overtraining occurs when the volume and intensity of an individual's exercise exceeds their recovery capacity. The main cause is of cause insufficient sleep but I dont think I have this problem since its holidays now and I had been sleeping like a wooden log these few days (with exception yesterday when my %$^@&amp;amp;%# housemate did his room-keeping at 4am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason is due to extreme intensity of exercise. Hahahahaha. There is no way this would be the cause. When come to exercise, I am the slow and steady type. Even Tom aka my PT told me to push harder, to the limit. Yea, right. One session with him = A trip to hell. Damn tired (Till today, I still think somebody paid him to kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the only reason left is due to the diet. Diet ar? ermmm.. The only place where my diet could goes wrong is probably the carbohydrate part. After more readings, I confirmed the cause - GI too low. Apparently, high GI is essential for recovery cause it replenishes the glycogen store and will trigger a lot of $^#%!&amp;amp;#@! mechanism which will then bla bla bla... Ok whatever. I decided to have more high GI carbs from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will start with a nice dessert. How about strawberries with Nutella? or pancakes with Nutella? or just Nutella itself? hahaha. Its all ayam's fault. Everyday influence people with his Nutella-ish talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the overtraining part, whats the big deal about overtraining? It doesnt sound very bad arrr. Well, as far as I know, it can leads to increased resting heart rate, blood pressure, loss of appetite, sleep disturbances (Ulquiorra: just kill that pest and surely you wont have this trouble anymore), emotional instability, hormone disturbance (causing the release of stress hormone-cortisol which somehow related to fatness), elevated basal metabolic rate, frequent injuries, decreased performance...... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the octopus is changing into an ant. Craving for sweets. FSL gonna hate me for this reason. HAHAhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulquiorra: Laugh, laugh, laugh.. Very funny hor.. Later when you become honeypot ant, its my turn to laugh...ngek ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WS: Blek, I dun wan become honeypot ant! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SG9896unYnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/64GEmsV1PII/s1600-h/honeypotAnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SG9896unYnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/64GEmsV1PII/s320/honeypotAnt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219527896324334194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honeypot Ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-5594972644522952602?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/5594972644522952602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=5594972644522952602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5594972644522952602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5594972644522952602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-overtrained.html' title='I think I overtrained'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SG9896unYnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/64GEmsV1PII/s72-c/honeypotAnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1901102826484413507</id><published>2008-07-01T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:17:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C_B__, N_B__, L__J___, K_N_N__, B_G_K, M_H__, A__NG, B_R__, L_MP_, H__K_C___, plus all other organ names that related to meiosis process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ulquiorra: I was trying to be less vulgar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;No effect?&lt;br /&gt;I need to scold the actual words la...&lt;br /&gt;(Ulquiorra: Same theory as Bankai ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Of coz not here&lt;br /&gt;I will scold inside my pillow later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like having my limit being tested now&lt;br /&gt;None of the thing he did failed to make me boil&lt;br /&gt;It is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;I still can bear with them till today&lt;br /&gt;Without any major incidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like killing some people&lt;br /&gt;to release stress&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I had an urge to stab a heart&lt;br /&gt;and watching it&lt;br /&gt;bleeding&lt;br /&gt;stop moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really pissed off !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1901102826484413507?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1901102826484413507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1901102826484413507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1901102826484413507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1901102826484413507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucked-up.html' title='Fucked up'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1333296096216575680</id><published>2008-06-27T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:41:15.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeaH</title><content type='html'>I finished my exams today. 27th of June, the very last day of the whole exam period in University of Melbourne. I am so lucky to get the last shift on the last day on my first semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last paper was on 17th so there was 10 days in between and I actually declare holidays myself right after I finished my paper on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today exam is about my Food for Healthy Planet subject. Just like the name of the subject, the subject is pretty dumb and useless which I often called it the junk subject. It is also where I learned about some very basic food nutritions, global warming and Biotechnology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of the major cause for global warming is due to methane gas. It is 20 times stronger than carbon dioxide in heat absorption. What is so stupid about this fact is that the main source of methane production is ruminants. Ruminants mean grass eating animals which have more than 1 stomach like cows and sheep. When digesting the grass,methane is produced and is released to the atmosphere when the animal *BURPS*. Ok, it sounds stupid but the burps of animal are account for global warming. In conclusion, everyone should reduce their red meat intake, so less cows or sheep are breed, less methane gas, less global warming effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today exam is an open 'PAPER' exam where the candidates get to bring in one A4 paper full with notes both in front and behind into the exam hall. Since the space provided is limited, every students had tried their best in squeezing in as much notes as possible into that A4 paper. This is how my paper look like....&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SGUIg53ozSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Fl5lREwiH4/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SGUIg53ozSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Fl5lREwiH4/s400/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585104761605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, this is it. It looks like a god damn whole page of notes for me but its actually only 1/4 of the actual thing.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to focus but my writings are really too tiny for my camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SGUJNGIevBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4vYNujj2WmM/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SGUJNGIevBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4vYNujj2WmM/s400/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585863967718418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how the actual thing look like. Notice the corners of the paper. I am deliberately utilizing every single millimetre of the paper. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Maybe I should framed it or something. Its a masterpiece. Dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1333296096216575680?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1333296096216575680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1333296096216575680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1333296096216575680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1333296096216575680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah.html' title='YeaH'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SGUIg53ozSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Fl5lREwiH4/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-6229608073050201323</id><published>2008-06-13T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:51:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Tag</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No tag backs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't do well in my calculus even I practice a lot. Purposely talk bout this because I just had my calculus exam today... DENG !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't sit still and study for more than half an hour except the day before the real exam where I can sit down and study non-stop for 10 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dream about 5 days a week when I am sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;None of my dream is normal. Often got chased by mutant cow, aliens, hunters, weird plant, ghosts, clones and homunculus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to distinguish between dream and reality even though I was sleeping. It was 2 months ago when I had a dream where I was preparing to cook soup. The alarm (my handphone.. in real life) rang suddenly and inside my dream, I heard the alarm and I knew I had to wake up BUT... I got a small problem here... I havent put onions into my pot..OMG.. this soup is terrible without onions.. So, I quickly grab a knife, cut it into four, dumped them into the pot and wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I spend too much time on msn chatting everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still think human cannot possibly invent time machine in future... because if they do, they would travel back in time and tell us... LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For me, my blanket and comforter is regarded as something holy but too sad, I only manage to bring the comfoter to Melb. Next time must bring along my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to wrap myself with the comforter and walk around in the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And yes, I use blanket and comforter together when I am sleeping.. The thicker comforter is used to cover my legs and the thinner blanket is used to cover my upper body.. Different thickness to adjust the temperature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am temperature sensitive as positive temperature changes can wake me up from my deep slumber.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rather chat on msn than talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not really a silent person. I am just always lazy to talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always think that people who do not eat vegetables are evil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so weird because I am answering this tag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to tag other people arr... U chui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-6229608073050201323?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/6229608073050201323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=6229608073050201323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6229608073050201323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6229608073050201323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-tag.html' title='Weird Tag'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-8311110215825429344</id><published>2008-06-11T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:06:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Just finished my Biology exam just now.. Its an 3 hours paper and I spent around 2 hours to finish everything except the first essay question asking about the difference between bacteria and archaeans. Seriously, I dunno what is the difference..... But nevermind, I got 1 hour to think how to 'sien ka'... So basically I just listed out the features of bacterias..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say it is a tough paper because it is not really tough.. judging from the amount of students that left early (including me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format of the exam paper is also very 'different'. Part A consists of 40 MCQ questions. Part B and C are FILL IN THE BLANKS with choices available provided below (I thought this format is gone forever after secondary school). Part D is the essay question. Each point given by students is worth 2 marks (wth, even A level students need more than a single point to get 2 marks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I realised that I shouldn't 'telan' the whole semester of Biology facts together with the previous A-level stuffs blindly (which I usually do for every Bio exams previously). At least not for Biology exams in Melb Uni. This is because I read so much details that overtax my brain and the details were not asked during the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, some of the lecturers 'main busuk'. They put in questions that are supposed to be 'not in the syllabus' into the exam. I thought the details of T lymphocytes and B lymphocytes are not necessary but yet they came out in the exams. Luckily though, I managed to find the answer from deep of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was still joking with Phuung with the bio terms and terminology like myrmecophage, fruigiphage, granivore and folivore. (Don't ask me for details... I dont really know even after the exams) THEY REALLY DID COME OUT IN THE EXAM AND SOME OF THE FILL IN BLANKS QUESTION ARE LIKE THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food eaten by 'some kind of animal which I forgotten the name' (which is usually_____) travels down the oesophagous and bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now I am expected to know what does the 'some kind of animal which I forgotten the name' have for their meals... How on earth will I know what they eat when I dont even know what are they in the first place !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I glanced through the options available, the only two things that appear seem to be most likely sources of food are LEAVES &amp;amp; GRASS.... WTF, is there really any significance difference in this?? MY GOODNESS. This question is PURE STUPIDITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-8311110215825429344?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/8311110215825429344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=8311110215825429344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8311110215825429344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8311110215825429344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-6126210216393946342</id><published>2008-05-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:27:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18SX ...? I dont think so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noQeAGv7fN0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noQeAGv7fN0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-6126210216393946342?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/6126210216393946342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=6126210216393946342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6126210216393946342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6126210216393946342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/18sx-i-dont-think-so.html' title='18SX ...? I dont think so....'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1387058672567208125</id><published>2008-05-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:03:18.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will my Yuki learn to do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SM2P2zh5iMQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SM2P2zh5iMQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1387058672567208125?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1387058672567208125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1387058672567208125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1387058672567208125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1387058672567208125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-will-my-yuki-learn-to-do-this.html' title='When will my Yuki learn to do this?'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-8378725630512684622</id><published>2008-05-08T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:37:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuation</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that the department of Chemistry is undergoing renovation now, all the students have to share the building with the construction workers. The noises were everywhere and so loud. Tik tik tok tok.. yii ngek yii ngek.. Kong kong kong.. This is what we heard all the time. To make things worse, our demonstrator is an indian and he is 'big tongue' (Ulquiorra: da se tou). So basically I do not really understand what he said most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing experiment 4 yesterday, while other groups did either experiment 3/5/6. Cause all of the groups were doing different experiment, so the chemicals and apparatus available in the lab were a lot - liquid nitrogen and a lot of highly volatile flammable chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, something wrong somewhere and the electric supplies were cut out. So, all the fume hoods stop operating and the head demonstrator told us to leave everything behind and evacuate immediately. Oh no! I think the lab is going to explode...(Ulquiorra: you were hoping so hard to see it explode that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCKqA_JW-vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7qNut3ZZ9Cs/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCKqA_JW-vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7qNut3ZZ9Cs/s320/DSC00056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197903853866384114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During evacuation, I still manage to take picture although there was a chance where the lab explode..HAHAhaha.. (Ulquiorra: the lab want explode liao la, you still busy taking picture.. you will surely die one day because of this...)( Nevermind lo, when I become ghost, I will go find ows &amp;amp; pys and then blame them de..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCKqqPJW-wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tBtNClYvuBs/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCKqqPJW-wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tBtNClYvuBs/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904562535987970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Do not stand here, its dangerous. Go to the lawn opposite!' said the demonstrator. OK, the lab is going to blow off now... hahaha and everyone was having all kinds of reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When will the lab explode? I am so excited'&lt;br /&gt;'My bags.... No!!!...'&lt;br /&gt;'Lab canceled today..Hooray..Let's go home'&lt;br /&gt;'.......' *praying with the eyes shut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got back into the lab after standing at the opposite lawn and 'makan angin' for 1 hour. All of us got the chance to bring our reports back home, finish it and hand it in next week. Hahaha.. Its a good thing afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ulquiorra: The lab dint blow up..yer.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-8378725630512684622?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/8378725630512684622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=8378725630512684622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8378725630512684622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8378725630512684622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/evacuation.html' title='Evacuation'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCKqA_JW-vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7qNut3ZZ9Cs/s72-c/DSC00056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-6740197437608405932</id><published>2008-05-06T15:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:47:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Suddenly feel like cooking spaghetti... So I very 'bersemangat' go to the shopping mall and bought a lots of ingredients including the pot. (Ulquiorra: want pang sai only korek lubang) I reached home around 1.30p.m and I started to cook my 'spaghetti' (Ulquiorra: now still very bersemangat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAINGLDKiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MWsTJ-SqpEY/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAINGLDKiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MWsTJ-SqpEY/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197162991073831458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realized my noodles are too little compared to my mountain of sauce.. feel very swt. Afterall, this is my first time cook spaghetti. Too swt to take picture... So no picture for round 1. Kekeke... Oh ya, CTZ saw the live proccess of round 1 because I switched on the webcam.... Cook until laptop also bring into kitchen...AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After I ate the spaghetti, I decided to make another spaghetti. Not satisfied with the noodles... Too little. (Ulquiorra: even more semangat) This is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAJZmLDKkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pDNJ5ldCECo/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAJZmLDKkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pDNJ5ldCECo/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197164305333824066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAIzWLDKjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qG-10XOwTcE/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAIzWLDKjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qG-10XOwTcE/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197163648203827762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful ma? Because picture will be taken, of cause I will decorate it a little bit..hahah. So it wont look like Mee Mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAJ22LDKlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eycFTo2CpTc/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAJ22LDKlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eycFTo2CpTc/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197164807844997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like when I starting to devour it...kekeke... Not beautiful liao hor.. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moment of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to be frank.. Both spaghetti are not nice at all... I think the second one is even worse than the first... Not going to eat spaghetti for 2 weeks liao... I had too much spaghetti today and they r not even delicious. Haih... Guess I need to find sifu liao...(Ulquiorra: Huo Kai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulquiorra : the reason why the noodles looks brownish like yee mee is because they are whole grains noodles... Healthy leh...Ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-6740197437608405932?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/6740197437608405932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=6740197437608405932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6740197437608405932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6740197437608405932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SCAINGLDKiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MWsTJ-SqpEY/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-2647210793664461935</id><published>2008-05-04T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:59:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SLUG WANT TO MOVE OUT!!! WOOHOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm good news, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more moaning sounds&lt;br /&gt;no more dirty house&lt;br /&gt;no more flying boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-2647210793664461935?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/2647210793664461935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=2647210793664461935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/2647210793664461935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/2647210793664461935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-7778191704510678412</id><published>2008-05-03T19:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:05:27.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Vs Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there is a rat called 'xiao bai'. He likes to eat cheese and maggi mee but doesn't exercise a lot. So, he became an overweight rat.. One day, while he was finding a proper place as toilet, he was captured by a human and was killed at the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ulquiorra: "Wah, so fast final liao. Oh hi everyone, I will be the assistant who help explain things for this post!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Xiao bai end up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxPtGLDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/egXRD8qzr3A/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxPtGLDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/egXRD8qzr3A/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196115706248374754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my lab table....   (Ulquiorra : xiao bai is really fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Starting from this point, the story will go into the bloody and fleshy part. Scroll down if and only if you are mentally prepared for those bloody scenes. Especially CTZ, you dont faint in front the computer . Nobody will go and save you de uhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone should have figured out that this is my biology practical - Dissection of small mammals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxVRmLDKfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1Tc6Ss7hvAQ/s1600-h/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxVRmLDKfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1Tc6Ss7hvAQ/s320/DSC00048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196121830871738866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my biology laboratory. Huge right? I am very damn sure that there is 107 students in this laboratory because my seat number is 107 and there is nobody else sitting at my left side. (hahaha... i have no idea why am I the last one in the lab... maybe too noob dy.. kekek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the experiment is focus on the digestive system of the mammals. We made a small cut at the stomach area and then insert the blunt end of scissor, cut all the way up to the torso. The first thing I saw was a bunch of intestines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxW_2LDKgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mUgLCQQajoU/s1600-h/DSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxW_2LDKgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mUgLCQQajoU/s320/DSC00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196123724952316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is actually for the second part because the intestine and stomach had already been removed. (at the upper left of the picture) Then, We removed the thoracic cavity (Ulquiorra: rib cage) to study the heart and lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxcfGLDKhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j-HiMctsnMs/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxcfGLDKhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j-HiMctsnMs/s320/DSC00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196129759381367314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya, that two pinkish very round and ball like thingi are the testis. We  did study the reproductive system also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pictures were taken by me secretly... haha when everyone was busy on their pracs cause I dont think its ok to take pictures in the lab. So, very little picture only...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually dissection is not as 'geli' as most people expect but it is definitely as smelly as anyone expect. Imagine that 108 (Ulquiorra: 107 + 1 from the demonstrator) rats being disected in the same time... That stench ... Uwarghhh.. unbearable... Oh ya, one more thing, the reason why I said 'xiao bai' was captured and killed by the time he was looking for the toilet is because... there were faeces (Ulquiorra: shit, crap, sai or watever you want to call it) stuck at the anus.. when I dissecting it.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I would like to say thank you to 'xiao bai' cause it sacrificed itself (Ulquiorra : that is not sacrifice, he was killed) to help me understand better. (Ulquiorra : Actually dint learn a lot la...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-7778191704510678412?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/7778191704510678412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=7778191704510678412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7778191704510678412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7778191704510678412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-vs-reality.html' title='Story Vs Reality'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBxPtGLDKeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/egXRD8qzr3A/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4914735680125129247</id><published>2008-04-24T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:37:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said its impossible....</title><content type='html'>Friday, 25th April, 2008 12:17am&lt;br /&gt;The scene of my living room :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCYm2LDKbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UfMXXnJR0Ts/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCYm2LDKbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UfMXXnJR0Ts/s320/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192818163502492082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCYB2LDKaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iPMzgTt3o_M/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCYB2LDKaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iPMzgTt3o_M/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192817527847332258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCZMGLDKcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/64Mfm59jxFo/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCZMGLDKcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/64Mfm59jxFo/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192818803452619202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, It is a fan and who said nobody will 'sidai' their clothes on the fan. (p.s : These r underwears actually, DAMN SUEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCZr2LDKdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DnD0mgMNoZk/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCZr2LDKdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DnD0mgMNoZk/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192819348913465810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainless arr.... Who would sidai their clothes in the living room with the underwear so high up in the mid air... Tiuzzzz.. U tot u r creative... I think u r brainless unicellular creature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4914735680125129247?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4914735680125129247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4914735680125129247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4914735680125129247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4914735680125129247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-said-its-impossible.html' title='Who said its impossible....'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SBCYm2LDKbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UfMXXnJR0Ts/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-6488601030564519592</id><published>2008-04-23T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:14:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah May tagged me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. List down the names that people addressed you as, since u were young, days, till now. (every name that u heard,regardless on whether the name is still now using.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wei Siang - Most of my friends addressed me by my name. Primary, secondary schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy - by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kor - by my father and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Siang, Bread Siang, Bei Ji Xiong, Bei ji Siang- old primary school nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;Bear, Bear Siang- by Chun Liang till now...&lt;br /&gt;Bitch - by Andy &amp;amp; Neng.&lt;br /&gt;Ciko Siang - by friends who are angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;Satay - By some friends.&lt;br /&gt;Siangy - by WenSher.&lt;br /&gt;Siang ikan, Siang malam - by CTZ and the gangs. (BM keng one)&lt;br /&gt;Mao, Si Mao - By the Fish, pigs and gangs.&lt;br /&gt;Octopus, Mossy rock - Self declared.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Wai, Wai kor, TaiLou - by my current sluggish housemates and his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Taey (They pronounce it like this), Wei - by my aussie friends and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Batman, Spiderman - by people who make fun with my t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Jay - Misunderstanding. (Tay -&gt; Jay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Late twenties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is your 3 current wishes that u wishes it to come true A.S.A.P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i) Have a super gorgeous girl as housemate instead of this slug.&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Do well in my finals especially my calculus .&lt;br /&gt;(iii) I want to eat Malaysian Food, kepok, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.How will You wish your future-life to be? Or can you foresee the picture of ur future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish to be a average rich person, doesn't need to be a multimillionaire. Enough to support my family and give them a comfortable life is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, in my dream. Although money cannot be used to buy everything but without money, one can buy absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Family including Yuki and my friends. I prefer to answer the question : What do you wish to lose the most ? My answer will be : The slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If you win $ 1 Million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll use half of it to pay my tuition fees and my daily expenses in Melb. Then give the other half to my parents and let them do whatever they want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Have u hugged someone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Self-confident, Beautiful, Cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What requirement you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No smoking !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What kind of person you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unhygienic, Sluggish, People who disturb my meals or sleeps, Fakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ask me again after time machine is invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Experiences, Sweet memories, Love, Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What do you find interesting in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All kinds of RPG games, shopping, Eating, Sleeping, and THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Had U met your MR.Right but not being together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, and I don need a Mr. Right. I need my Ms.Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Volcanic Temper,laziness and slowness in taking actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always keep everything to myself. This is the way I chose and it has nothing to do with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What's your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Losing temper and control in the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What's the thing that you're most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My parents. I still haven't do anything that can make me proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will only regret things for two weeks because I am lazy to regret something for long. Right now the thing I regret most is the decision to live in this apartment together with the slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-6488601030564519592?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/6488601030564519592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=6488601030564519592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6488601030564519592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/6488601030564519592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-may-tagged-me.html' title='Ah May tagged me !'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-8235486511400501098</id><published>2008-04-19T13:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:12:17.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.27</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, while I was sleeping like a log of wood, the slug brought a group of pig-dog friends home. I think they just finished clubbing. Then, those fuckers and bitches had made a hell lots of noises in the living room. So, again, I was waken up. Reluctantly, I got down from my bed, walked like a zombie towards the door, opened it and put my head out of my room. I signaled them to keep their noises down by SLAMMING the wall (because I am too sleepy to talk in human language).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It noticed me and had called its fellow slugs to keep their volume down. So, I went back to sleep. However, in less than 3 minutes time, they began to BISING again. This time was even worse. Some of the fuckers go and teased the bitches, then they were chasing around in the house... And they switched on all the lights in the house, causing me even harder to fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELT HUNGRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!! (which is actually very normal, because hunger is always the first response I got when I wake up in the morning). A hungry man is an angry man. If it did not bring all its fellow slugs back, I would still continue my deep slumber and would not feel hungry. Right? So, who should I blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SLUG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thinking about all these made me starting to get angry and in less than 2 secs, my anger reached the limit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAmAA9q_oTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_oF3n6str5A/s1600-h/AtomicBlast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAmAA9q_oTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_oF3n6str5A/s320/AtomicBlast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190820799564456242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, I opened the door and 'jenguk' my head out. With a super ugly expression, I shouted :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"YI KA PUN YE SAM DIM PUN, PIN KO BEI LEI TEI HAI DOU CHOU LUIN BA BAI, QUIN BOU TONG NGO FAN NGOK KEI !!!!!!!!!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;which literally means, now its 3.30 in the midnight, who gave you all permission to make noise here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Go back home !!!!! Then, all of them were shocked and silent. I slammed my door and continue my sleep. I don't know what happened outside but I managed to continue my sleep with little noise and no lights after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-8235486511400501098?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/8235486511400501098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=8235486511400501098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8235486511400501098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8235486511400501098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/04/327.html' title='3.27'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAmAA9q_oTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_oF3n6str5A/s72-c/AtomicBlast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-7940624345582368395</id><published>2008-04-16T12:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:07:19.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... Real fights start now !</title><content type='html'>Before I start explaining the reason behind this important decision... Let me continue some of my stories on whats happened yesterday night after I posted the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly 12 a.m. and I knew I had to sleep because I did not want to sleep during the lectures today (which happened anyway). After shutting down my laptop and switched off the light, I went on the bed and called it to lower the music volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 12.15 a.m, a bunch of sluggish friends came over and they started to talk and make funny jokes. Some of them even shouted and laughed like 'siao lang'. But not long after that, I still managed to fall asleep. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AT 5.15 a.m&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was woken up by the slug talking on microphone on the next room about his girlfriend again with a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and his light was not switched off for the whole night. This is the second worst night I had ever had during my stay in Melbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;urne. First one was the Mahjong incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a result, I slept for 15 minutes during my biology lecture and 10 minutes for chemistry lecture and I am damn tiring for the whole morning today. Damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came back from university, what I saw.... is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWDgdq_oQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KIc019ytx54/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWDgdq_oQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KIc019ytx54/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189698739358376194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fucking dirty plate on the table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWD9tq_oRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Wg80apOW3k/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWD9tq_oRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Wg80apOW3k/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189699241869549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even this. What the fuck is this frying pan doing on the chair? It may looks clean but in fact its full of indomee oil. The box behind is the box of indomee. Eat so much indomee, faster go die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWER9q_oSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kNwq5oPODeU/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWER9q_oSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kNwq5oPODeU/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189699589761900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there any obvious reason that I should not start a fight with it?&lt;br /&gt;NO, THERE ISN'T. It makes me so stressed lately meanwhile it is having a great time, having sex and eating all kinds of junk food it likes. So,why should I be the only one who is tolerating all the time and it gets all the convenience and pleasures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not going to happen in the reality. So, I threw away all the crappy tolerate is virtue stuff or being a considerate, easy-going housemate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Slug, I will show you what I am actually capable of.&lt;/span&gt; From now on, I shall cast away the fake mask, revealing my true nature, return to the old me, the one causes nothing but war and catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the war begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-7940624345582368395?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/7940624345582368395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=7940624345582368395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7940624345582368395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/7940624345582368395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-real-fights-start-now.html' title='Finally... Real fights start now !'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAWDgdq_oQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KIc019ytx54/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-5039634841710861854</id><published>2008-04-15T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:58:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dont you just go and die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning : This post contains lots of foul language in all kinds of language !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand it anymore! Just go and die. Dont stay in this world and cause troubles to people, SLUG. FUCK OFF PLEASE ! Back to your  damp holes and fuck the rock with your  patheticly small  dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAScxNq_oPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MZw6uJxidmU/s1600-h/Slugs_1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAScxNq_oPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MZw6uJxidmU/s320/Slugs_1896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189445039935168754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was trying to practice on my pathetic calculus problems and my sluggish housemate is complaining about his girlfriend on the phone. Who would give a damn about this la. Just shut the fuck up, tiuzzz. By the way, I hope she dump this slug. I really dont trust relationship that rely on fucking and indomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, he decided to move all his works to the living room and did all kinds of fuckingly useless paper artwork but the problem is he switched his fuckingly lousy music to the loudest in his room so that he could hear it from the living room. This is so not considerate. I am in the room just beside his fuckingly dirty room, so I am now hearing those fuckingly lousy music at a very high volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pest has never be considerate. IT actually had sex with its girlfriend in the room everytime when I was still at home. As a result, I got the opportunities to 'enjoy' those freaking moaning sounds which is so stupid. Furthermore, the frequencies of them having sex is like at least once per two days and multiple rounds per sex. How am I going to study under this kind of circumstances. Stupid pest! You (the pest) are so damn unicellular, brainless, knows nothing but to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that how much troubles I got from that useless amoeba? It used my toothbrush and I had to buy a new one now... which is not necessary  at all. Waste my money, Cibai ! I still haven't count all the eggs, chicken that had been stolen so far. Then everytime ask coins from me when it wants to wash its cum-stained clothes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after I came back from the gym, planning to cook before I got unbearable hungry. Open the house door. What I saw is a mess in the kitchen. Unwashed frying pan, oily pot, used bowl and cutlery. Really pissed, back to home so tired but still have to wash everything before I can start cooking but the worst thing is the frying pan, always got some sort of ooey gooey things on it / indomee leftovers. Those are the most lanjiao things I had ever encountered... In order not to let those nasty molecules of MSG or saturated fats diffuse into my cookings. I have to wash the cibaily dirty frying pan three times, including boiling the dishwashing liquid with water. Then after I cook, he will come and used the frying pan with my leftovers to cook all his cum-liked food. Seriously, even my leftovers are healthier than his food. Bugek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! My lecturer said a lot of people did died because they do not eat enough vegetables and fruits. So I am now wondering when will this unicellular creature who knows to eat indomee and fats saturated meats dies. If it really wants to die, please die earlier, I dont want to spend so much of my precious time and temper over a bug. In conclusion, Please fuckingly depart now.. to the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-5039634841710861854?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/5039634841710861854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=5039634841710861854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5039634841710861854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5039634841710861854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-dont-you-just-go-and-die.html' title='Why dont you just go and die...'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/SAScxNq_oPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MZw6uJxidmU/s72-c/Slugs_1896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-5669084743323769979</id><published>2008-03-22T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:43:12.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Hate</title><content type='html'>*Not in order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; A basin of unwashed dishes coupled with oily frying pan and used sticky pot on the stove - Self explainable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My towel which has a different smell other than mine- Self explainable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Odd number eggs - I eat two eggs at once but if only one egg is left at the end, should I eat it or not, or should I go out just to buy eggs so I would have 2 eggs but still the number is odd. Eating 3 eggs at once sounds so menge-cholesterol-kan. This is what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-SyGyfbBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P5BD3sTUAnY/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-SyGyfbBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P5BD3sTUAnY/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180461301085439490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human other than me touches my bed especially my comforter - Its holy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The extra thin wall in my apartment - No privacy. Plus, the music beside is so loud and sometimes coupled with the terrible singing. How to sleep leh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoke - Its smelly, toxic, irritating, carcinogenic and might trigger the smoke alarm. (5 points, 2 marks each so total 10 marks for an essay question)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamban with a few drops of yellow stains on the sitting piece - Every girls would hate you for this. Not to mention the guys who are going to dispose the waste product of the digestive tract.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creatures such as leeches in Kuala Berang and flies in Melbourne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-5669084743323769979?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/5669084743323769979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=5669084743323769979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5669084743323769979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/5669084743323769979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-i-hate.html' title='Things That I Hate'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-SyGyfbBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P5BD3sTUAnY/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4990464955233955545</id><published>2008-03-22T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:39:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-Sn-ifbBfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juhN_630U_c/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-Sn-ifbBfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juhN_630U_c/s400/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180450164235240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell ??!! - This is my first thought when I saw this stupid note stuck at my door early in the morning before I went to uni. I am definitely not the one who will be so 'wu liao', throw rubbish out of the windows and the opening of the window is so small that only certain rubbish (approximately 50cmx20cmx4cm) are able to barely squeeze through the pathetic opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... Ok.. Let's say the rubbish did really been thrown out of my window by somebody to the street below. How on earth did they find out about this? They installed CCTV outside my window? Thinking of this makes me sweat... a lot... So there is a possibility that some other CCTV are also installed somewhere in my house la. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions had been puzzling me for the whole day until I went back to my apartment. Then, the guy living in the same unit as me a.k.a housemateku yang amat dibenci told me that every unit facing the street had the same notices stuck to each of their door, not just ours. Again my face shows the impression 'wtf' !! Smart ass la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4990464955233955545?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4990464955233955545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4990464955233955545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4990464955233955545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4990464955233955545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='What The .....'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R-Sn-ifbBfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/juhN_630U_c/s72-c/DSC00036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4131263874256227137</id><published>2008-03-15T10:07:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:38:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up 10.30 in the morning. Not really early though. However, since Chiew May was complaining for the lack of pictures, so I decided to post some pictures, reflecting my life in Melbourne. In the mean time bring you all go 'kai kai'. Hehe... faster thank me! By the way,this is the first time I took so much pictures by using my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view out the window from my so called 'house'. Why is it so called 'house'? Will be discussed in the next post. Or maybe next next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9swu-UPlcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wclDsUoVlnU/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9swu-UPlcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wclDsUoVlnU/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177785780152538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Melbourne Central. One of the two shopping complexes around the town where most people and students will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9syfOUPleI/AAAAAAAAACg/_evbYxN_gto/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9syfOUPleI/AAAAAAAAACg/_evbYxN_gto/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177787708592854498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9sy5OUPlfI/AAAAAAAAACo/nhcJXzwRMuU/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9sy5OUPlfI/AAAAAAAAACo/nhcJXzwRMuU/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177788155269453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is La Trobe Apartment, where I's currently staying. I lived on the 7th floor. Count yourself if you want to know my exact location. This picture was taken at Melbourne Central. Now, lets go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s0g-UPlgI/AAAAAAAAACw/fvVNNWsk5Bo/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s0g-UPlgI/AAAAAAAAACw/fvVNNWsk5Bo/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177789937680881154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inside of Melbourne Central. Actually it is not a very big shopping complex, considered it has the size similar to Sunway Pyramid. Lets take a view from a higher position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s1seUPlhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IA7OnaqFatk/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s1seUPlhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IA7OnaqFatk/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177791234761004562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid words obstructing my view. At the opposite side, there is a cinema named Hoyts. The tickets are having the same prices with the one in Malaysia. Same numbers but not the currency. What I mean is like RM 10 and $10. So far, I havent watch any movie yet in any cinema around Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture kind of blur hor.. But cant be helped though cause it was taken by me while running on a treadmill. You all really think I so good meh? Early morning bring all of you go 'long kai'. Actually I am going to work out in the gym la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s4aeUPliI/AAAAAAAAADA/eYuLiUQ2DP0/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s4aeUPliI/AAAAAAAAADA/eYuLiUQ2DP0/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177794224058242594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s46eUPljI/AAAAAAAAADI/xXVzh_ZbmZ8/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s46eUPljI/AAAAAAAAADI/xXVzh_ZbmZ8/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177794773814056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s5V-UPlkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_MU6tKnctKs/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s5V-UPlkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_MU6tKnctKs/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177795246260459074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s50uUPllI/AAAAAAAAADY/XE8qzExnZpo/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s50uUPllI/AAAAAAAAADY/XE8qzExnZpo/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177795774541436498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ex-residents of 120E, are the equipments look familiar to you? Of cause they do because the gym I went is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fitness First.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s9HeUPloI/AAAAAAAAADw/lNg7ZTa6O_c/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9s9HeUPloI/AAAAAAAAADw/lNg7ZTa6O_c/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177799395198867074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my membership card. Quite keng one cause got microchip or whatsoever in it. The lockers are electronic lockers and can only be locked and unlock using this card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Chiew May sure want to laugh at me. I can imagine she says : ' Wah, miss Fitness First so much until go to Melbourne also join FF.' Hahaha, I not really miss it la but consider that its so near to my house (cross one street, enter Melbourne Central, take elevator to 4th floor), maybe it is not that bad after all. However, this gym is obviously bigger than the one we used to go in Subang Jaya one a lot lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I blog till very hungry now. So, have to stop here and go have something to eat first. Huh, this time got really a lot of pictures liao. Enough dy la... lazy want to upload liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4131263874256227137?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4131263874256227137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4131263874256227137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4131263874256227137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4131263874256227137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R9swu-UPlcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wclDsUoVlnU/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-1349245998693434476</id><published>2008-03-14T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:04:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Online</title><content type='html'>Hi long time no see... How are you all? This is my first post after I came to Melbourne. Finally i got my own connection. So from now on, I will be active online again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New places, new problems. I had been dealing with all kinds of problems these days. They actually caused me a lot of stressful moments. One of the major problem that had just been solved was getting an internet connection. At first, I was planning to apply for mobile broadband. So I went to the shop and make an information enquiry. The shopkeeper told me that the materials needed for registration are passport, student id and a bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to the school bank and open a bank account. After waiting for few days, the debit card finally reached my hostel via mail. I was quite happy thinking that I could finally online later. However, when i went back to the shop, the shopkeeper stated that visas were also needed. I quickly rushed home and took my visas. Then, the shopkeeper told me that I need a bank statement to prove the validity of my address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another visit to the school bank again on the next day and I asked the staff there to issue me a bank statement. Then, she asked me whether I want it on the spot or wait a few days for it to be posted to my home. The difference is the latter one is free but not the first option. Out of impatient-ity, of cause, I chose the first option. Then, the staff printed me a TRANSACTION LISTING. Read properly. Its a transaction listing, not a bank statement. After receiving the useless sheet of paper. I tried to pay her, thinking that this service is not free but she denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went back to the shop with the transaction listing and was rejected with the reason : Only bank statement will be accepted. Feeling rather disappointed, I went to the other bank branch in the city and requested for another bank statement. This time, I chose to wait for the bank statement to be posted to my home, understanding that sometimes, things just cant be rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days passed and finally I received my bank statement. Just as I thought I will not have any problems anymore, the shopkeeper told me that my application cannot be passed become there is no proof of income. He said I should wait till my parents bank in my pocket money into the bank ( transaction of money into my account ) and requested for ANOTHER bank statement showing that transaction history. Then, everything should be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the university bookshop and bought the wireless card. Plugging it into my laptop and after a few minutes of setup, here I am !!! Blogging !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-1349245998693434476?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/1349245998693434476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=1349245998693434476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1349245998693434476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/1349245998693434476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-online.html' title='Finally Online'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-265133700946935890</id><published>2008-01-28T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:32:04.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complicated Me</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, posting another entry for my blog. Do not mistaken me as suddenly got 'angin' and then blog nonstop. Actually, it is all because of TAH1 which has been sent to be repaired, I was stucked in the office for the whole evening. So, out of boredom, I decided to take my time and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I realized that I am becoming more and more undecisive. I often think for a very long time before taking any action. It is the same case just like how we all decide where to yum cha everytime. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;How about Zie's corner?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot, too dark, food not nice.. Or *someone* doesnt like the place.&lt;br /&gt;Then let's go Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot, too expensive, I had enough of the cakes ady.&lt;br /&gt;Ok then go Tian Kee.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, *someone* cannot eat seafood.&lt;br /&gt;LSY menyampuk... kuai dian kuai dian (Faster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R515A6cKtMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K3Nr4VxScz8/s1600-h/040504_CPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R515A6cKtMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K3Nr4VxScz8/s320/040504_CPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160413804630815938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly similar to what that happens in my mind everytime I face a problem or decision.  It is like a lot of me, giving different opinions at the same time, providing me a very very long list of option available... and then quarrelling between me and myself. Usually, there is no perfect choices which can cause win-win situation. Then, the conflict between me and myself will become greater as I cannot make the best decision. What happened next is me become emotionally unstable. Thats the reason why I can get furious suddenly everytime without a clear reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, judging this kind of weird behaviour from the other point of view, I realized the reason behind most of my actions. Why am I so bad tempered? The reason is because when something goes wrong, tonnes of excuses and reasons to get angry would be sorted out immediately by all the different 'me' in my mind. Then, this would happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R518qKcKtNI/AAAAAAAAACE/BBor_Ge80cY/s1600-h/volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R518qKcKtNI/AAAAAAAAACE/BBor_Ge80cY/s320/volcano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160417811835303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I think this 'theory' can actually be used to explain why am I so 'creative' when quarrelling with other people. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I had came up with a new hobby which is possible outcomes listing.  When I am free, I will start to think of a possible scenario (can be as simple as if I am driving and involved in an accident, what will happened next?). Then, I will list out all the possible outcomes (like admitted to the hospital, or become disabled, or having a slow death due to internal bleeding, or die on the scene, then my parents will be very sad, then I will think of reactions of everyone, from my family members to my friends, how many would cry for me? How my parents would settle my enrollment into the university after I died. How about me? Will I become a ghost or a soul? Go to heaven or hell? What if the theory of the dead will become soul doesnt actually exist? So I'll just dissapear like that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, What a complicated question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Thinking of myself being so weird is so funny... What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Think Too Much !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, will I get mental illness like multiple personality disorder and then being sent to Rumah Bahagia? Then.....&lt;br /&gt;See, here I go again.. think think think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-265133700946935890?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/265133700946935890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=265133700946935890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/265133700946935890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/265133700946935890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/complicated-me.html' title='The Complicated Me'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R515A6cKtMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K3Nr4VxScz8/s72-c/040504_CPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-3080532375844443327</id><published>2008-01-28T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:42:19.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Since I didnt do any New Year Resolution, so I think I'll make one for Chinese New Year. It may sounds boring but this is what I had been thinking about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survive &lt;/span&gt;in Melbourne. Ya, I know. The word 'survive' may sounds exaggerating but in reality, I dint even manage to find any accommodation in Melbourne. So I might end up sleeping at the roadside... Haha.... Besides that, just as others always said about me, I am not sociable. I admit I am quite a paranoid person. So most probably I would have a hard time during the first few months in the uni. Maybe its time for me to change my attitude.. Ahahaha.. Try to imagine that me, Tay Wei Siang moving around with a big smile on the face, socializing and praising people around. AHahahah.. *cough cough*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maintain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; friendship. I dont care who are you or when you know about me, whether it is in primary school, high school or college. Although I might have lots of new friends after I go to Melbourne but I'll still try my best to stay in contact with everyone. (This is so not me, I must have been possessed when writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; in my studies. There is no need of any reason for this...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional. &lt;/span&gt;People has always thought I am a cool, extra calm or even some might said a 'yeng' person. However, in reality, I am just too emotionless to react to the happenings around. Eh, wait a minute,  can this 'habit' been changed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose &lt;/span&gt;fat. Hahaha... Everyone read carefully, I said lose fat not lose weight... What I am trying to say here is I wont reduce the amount of food I devour but I will avoid most of the fattening food.... Clear?.. Dont try to argue with me over this... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, I think thats all for today... Chih, wrote so many resolution also useless la. Action speaks louder than words.. If I do not achieve any of these... This post will still be useless. Zzzz.. Anyway thanks for reading my 10%-success-rate-new-year-resolution post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-3080532375844443327?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/3080532375844443327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=3080532375844443327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3080532375844443327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/3080532375844443327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/chinese-new-year-resolution.html' title='Chinese New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-398828076973568568</id><published>2008-01-13T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:55:24.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/113852558106.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=26902N" target="_blank"&gt;Which of the Thirteen Division Captains (from Bleach) are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Kuchiki Byakuya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're Kuchiki Byakuya, Captain of the Sixth Division!&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that you have just been emotionless your whole life, but that's just because they don't know your inner workings. However, people recognize your strength, and a good number of those people are intimidated by it. There are some, however, that recognize your strength and would like to, instead, defeat you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kuchiki Byakuya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Zaraki Kenpachi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Aizen Sousuke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Yamamoto Genryuusai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kurotsuchi Mayuri&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hitsugaya Toushirou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Komamura Sajin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ichimaru Gin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ukitake Jyuushiro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Unohana Retsu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Tousen Kaname&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Soi Fong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kyouraku Shunsui&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDAyMTgxMjEyODgmcD*2OTA4MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-398828076973568568?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/398828076973568568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=398828076973568568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/398828076973568568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/398828076973568568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-random-quiz.html' title='Another Random Quiz'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4677293620092876225</id><published>2008-01-13T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:16:09.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1159220233a--itachi.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=75727N" target="_blank"&gt;Which akatsuki member are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;itachi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are Itachi. You killed you whole clan (exept your lil bro who you tortured...) you have been assigned to capture the Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;itachi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Orochimaru&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sasori&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;(un named) the leader guy...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hidan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Zetsu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Deidara&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;kakuza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Tobi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kisame&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDAyMTU3NjU5NDQmcD*2OTA4MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4677293620092876225?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4677293620092876225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4677293620092876225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4677293620092876225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4677293620092876225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-quiz.html' title='A Random Quiz'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-8140223241905474737</id><published>2008-01-08T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:23:58.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hungry Morning</title><content type='html'>The clock was showing 10:30 a.m and I am starving inside the office. Although i just had my breakfast 7 something this morning but now my stomach is on fire.. desperate for food. Its time to dig inside my bag for food. Hehe.. My father and I bring a bag each to the office everyday. However, there is a huge difference between the contents in the bags. His bag was filled with all kind of documents but mine was filled with all kinds of food (breads, tunas, milk fruits etc. Half of the pyramid is in my bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4L5Ig0QwPI/AAAAAAAAABs/tZuQwo_3D8M/s1600-h/Food-Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4L5Ig0QwPI/AAAAAAAAABs/tZuQwo_3D8M/s320/Food-Pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152954848308674802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came back from KL, I have been eating nonstop almost everyday. The number of meals increased day by day from 3 meals to 6 meals a day. Ya, I know it may sounds ridiculous but what to do... Human lives to eat. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ME : See what see ? No matter how long you are going to stare at me with your innocent-looking eyes, I am not going to feed you.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki : *Still making that innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;ME: Eat what eat, everyday know eat eat nia. No wonder you become so fat!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (Referring to me) Then you leh? eat what eat? Everyday know eat nia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had been complaining nonstop about the amount of food I consume everyday. According to her, the total amount of money spent on food had increased by 50% since i came back (I think she is exaggerating!) and then she start calling me 'Da Bai Sha' which literally means big white shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am risking my life as the gastric juice may burn a hole on my stomach anytime from now just to finish this post. I need to get my third meal of the day now (I ate before writing this post. Thats my second meal) or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4L5Zg0QwQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g7eV9fWj5Ho/s1600-h/hidan6fm0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4L5Zg0QwQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g7eV9fWj5Ho/s320/hidan6fm0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152955140366450946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-8140223241905474737?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/8140223241905474737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=8140223241905474737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8140223241905474737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/8140223241905474737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/hungry-morning.html' title='A Hungry Morning'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4L5Ig0QwPI/AAAAAAAAABs/tZuQwo_3D8M/s72-c/Food-Pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632672429791865086.post-4086344271629119603</id><published>2008-01-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:18:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Wow... My first post. Even me myself cannot believe that i am actually blogging. Is this what we called a miracle? Haha.  Actually I am very very lazy to blog right now but if I don't do it now, I would most probably be killed by that demanding laziest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4BrHw0QwOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ph66O_mjP6s/s1600-h/chibi+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4BrHw0QwOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ph66O_mjP6s/s320/chibi+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152235754819207394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should i write in my first post? I bet none of you would like to hear my complaints about my daily life in the first post, hor...... but I really dont have any idea on what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla. I'll talk a little bit about myself. I am a human. Homo sapiens, to be precise. I am nineteen and 19 years and 37 days old ( no longer a teen, old liao). Being evil by nature, I often take destruction and massacre as easy way out ( do not worry. It will only happens in games though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am 'working' for my dad temporary until February ( The word 'working' will only be valid if you consider that staying inside the same office with my father for a month and got paid at the end of the month is what you called a proper job. Haha). Basically, I come to office every working day, sit here and play Neopets with my laptop. Then have some chats with my friends and flee during the evening to find some breads to eat. For your information, this post was done during office hour also. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to further my studies in University of Melbourne next month. Depart at 17th of Feb. As most of you know, the course I'm going to enroll is.......&lt;br /&gt;Ta da... BAKERY !!!   ( Really, its true. Believe me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla. I am lazy to continue liao. So hope you all enjoy and have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632672429791865086-4086344271629119603?l=polarb3ar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/feeds/4086344271629119603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5632672429791865086&amp;postID=4086344271629119603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4086344271629119603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632672429791865086/posts/default/4086344271629119603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarb3ar.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Wei Siang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02484726110072859976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIgQiQWJO64/R4BrHw0QwOI/AAAAAAAAABk/ph66O_mjP6s/s72-c/chibi+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
