<?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-2950999143798893442</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:41:50.257+08:00</updated><category term='breakthrough'/><category term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>lil.kabuto's tune~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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interest me anymore. keep things to myself will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6386871779049531697?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6386871779049531697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6386871779049531697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6386871779049531697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6386871779049531697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-lesser-and-lesser-things-to-talk.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dislike multimedia lessons. they sucks. have to stare at the screen aimlessly, meaninglessly, and not being conscious of my actions. feels like a zombie when i have to do boring designs. i may feel better if we are using photoshop and imageready, but we are using fireworks which has lousy features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-621255563789976854?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/621255563789976854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=621255563789976854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but my chest does not seem to have grown. gonna work on my biceps and shoulders and abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-7261136873409031030?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/7261136873409031030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=7261136873409031030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7261136873409031030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7261136873409031030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lol. so a 1 to 2 lesson will be great because we will get lots of attention, but i am not sure if the maths &amp;amp; science department will allow a class of 2 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how im feeling about that, i kinda hope that we can keep the 1to2 class, but i kinda fear the difficulty of the module.. ahh h  h ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to wait till thursday for more information and news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4824479143113872165?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4824479143113872165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4824479143113872165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sucks, this sucks, that sucks, whateverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it is nearing towards the end of the year already, to me it feels like only half a year has passed. every now and then i will think of the past. there were some happy memories, and some unhappy memories. when i thought of the happy memories, i laughed and it made me looked like a mad person laughing out of nothing. when i thought of unhappy memories, i would immediately wished that i had never recall them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i would wish that i can be a little boy once again because i can say and do foolish things and enjoy those foolish moments and still no need to be responsible for them and myself. and the times when i was not wishing to be young again, i was wishing to be more mature. because those foolishness really sucks and looked totally retarded and embarrassing from my 18year-old point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i can love living.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5241045643184261697</id><published>2008-10-07T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:00:26.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not been doing any pull ups for some weeks already. argh. gotta do some tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5241045643184261697?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5241045643184261697/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-2396717986897173688</id><published>2008-10-06T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:02:22.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MONDAY is towards the end. woke up early at 830am.. maybe my body is trying to adjust to the schooling days already. spent the whole day in front of my laptop.. except toilet-breaks and meals.&lt;br /&gt;spent my time playing this online multiplayer web-browser game that is similar to neopets and the name starts with a M and ends with arapets. lol, laugh at me. i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will look up on C++ programming tomorrow. planning to take up the C++ programming&lt;br /&gt;module for the coming semester. feeling kinda excited, yet afraid.. i dont wanna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stopp p p . . .&lt;br /&gt;so here is joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adam and Eve had sex for first time ever. After their lustful act was over, Eve went to the stream to clean herself up. As she is washing up, she hears a big booming voice coming from heavens above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"For God's sake Eve, how am I going to get that smell out of the fish now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;###&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u know, it is kind of weird for a god to say 'for god's sake' o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2396717986897173688?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2396717986897173688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2396717986897173688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2396717986897173688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2396717986897173688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-is-towards-end.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2729475921548903110</id><published>2008-10-05T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:42:25.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>despite tomorrow being a holiday, it feels like a schoolday. i guess that happened because i saw the timetable already. as sucky as ever for monday, from 830am till 830pm in school. plus total of 2 hours traveling time, i will be away from home for 14hours!!&lt;br /&gt;at least mine isn't as bad as some of my friends, their timetable for monday is from 830am till 9pm. and they live at the far east end of singapore, so they will be like 15hours away from home. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week left till school reopens.. i am sooo NOT looking forward to it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2729475921548903110?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2729475921548903110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2729475921548903110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2729475921548903110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2729475921548903110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/10/despite-tomorrow-being-holiday-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2311402712610362098</id><published>2008-10-02T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:00:44.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday october 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes it will be 3rd. and what the fuck did i do during this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, wash up, on the laptop and read manga, prepare lunch, eat it, continue reading, 5pm do push-up (oh and i skip doing pushup on tue and wed), idle around, have dinner, watch tv, idle, bath, idle, idle, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read Fairy Tail, Mysterious Girlfriend X, Kissxsis, Desire Climax, Naruto&lt;br /&gt;watch Hot Shot, the legend of brown sugar chivalries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fun&lt;br /&gt;no fun&lt;br /&gt;no fun&lt;br /&gt;nofun&lt;br /&gt;nufon&lt;br /&gt;funno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2311402712610362098?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2311402712610362098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2311402712610362098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2311402712610362098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2311402712610362098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-october-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4060137550219561570</id><published>2008-09-30T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:49:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is the end of September already. so soon. there are times when i want Time to freeze so that the nice feelings in me will last forever.. but if Time stops, i will not be able to feel a thing. as the seconds tick by, the feelings just fade away. fear and misery will take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4060137550219561570?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4060137550219561570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4060137550219561570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4060137550219561570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4060137550219561570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-end-of-september-already.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4339300632597172850</id><published>2008-09-29T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:43:05.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>STORY 4.5</title><content type='html'>Being flawed makes Life interesting.. perfect beings we are. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are an experiment, just one of Life's countless experiments, to see if we can make Life's Project Perfection a success. we are created, without purposes, for a purpose. we are born without purposes so that we are free to choose and decide our purposes. this is for the purpose of proving Life's Belief for Perfection exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, what is it? Maybe Life created Death to make life special. things are special when they last for a limited period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things happen without any known reason nor can they be explained. be glad that they happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4339300632597172850?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4339300632597172850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4339300632597172850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4339300632597172850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4339300632597172850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-45.html' title='STORY 4.5'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3454983472522432721</id><published>2008-09-26T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:35:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muscles shrunk?</title><content type='html'>after all those push-ups, the only thing that i noticed growing is the triceps. a little is better than nothing. worse is that sometimes when i woke up and looked into the mirror, i thought my muscles shrunk... am i imagining that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3454983472522432721?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/3454983472522432721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=3454983472522432721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3454983472522432721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3454983472522432721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/muscles-shrunk.html' title='muscles shrunk?'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-147165836995272391</id><published>2008-09-24T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:35:03.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>STORY 4</title><content type='html'>once upon a time, there was a pair of twins. As much as being related, they were also similar and different. they looked quite alike, one existed because the other existed. yet, they behaved different from each other, they might have the same goals but their approaches were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are Time and Energy. no one knows where they came from, or how they came about, not even they themselves know. Energy exists because there is Time and Time exists because Energy exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time upon their existence, Life was born. Life was perfect. however, Life thought that its perfection was flawed. though it was perfect, it began to feel that it was missing of some things. so Life eventually brought about the existence of Emotions and Beliefs. Emotions and Beliefs allow Life to err, thus Life felt that it is now perfect. Life thinks that being flawed is perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-147165836995272391?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/147165836995272391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=147165836995272391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/147165836995272391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/147165836995272391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-4.html' title='STORY 4'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3066894233422024774</id><published>2008-09-22T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:04:17.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it is monday the 22nd already. how time flies.. .. .. ..... . .   .. ..       .   .&lt;br /&gt;what did i do yesterday? i could not remember except for a total of 215 push-ups in the evening and watching KYLE XY. slept quite early at 1130.. woke up early at 930 this morning. usually i would wake up at 1030 and before i know it, it is lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched My Girl and I, a korean movie. ya.. into this kmovie this month, haha. it was supposed to be a tearjerker.. but i couldnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is 5pm and it is time for push-ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3066894233422024774?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/3066894233422024774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=3066894233422024774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3066894233422024774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3066894233422024774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-it-is-monday-22nd-already.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3690246461890509127</id><published>2008-09-20T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:54:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a long time since 3 of us watched a movie together. 7months seem so long ago, but feels like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;watched boys over flowers, yeah, wasnt exactly the perfect choice for 3 guys but i supposed it was the best available at that time. did they cry? i dont know..lol&lt;br /&gt;went to buy myself some clothes, dragging them along too. i was hoping to hear some helpful suggestions to make my decision, but i guessed who can understand me better than myself, haha. it was tough to decide what to get.. shorts, jeans, shirt or t-shirt. seriously, none actually catches my attention. perhaps they all looked equally very nice or not to my expectation. i really have to thank them for being so patient while i finally decide on a shirt and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;haha, that was our first time 'shopping' together. a nice experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3690246461890509127?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/3690246461890509127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=3690246461890509127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3690246461890509127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3690246461890509127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-long-time-since-3-of-us-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2904364242622946193</id><published>2008-09-17T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:36:56.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eerie18</title><content type='html'>EERIE18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, it is the next day alrdy. good super-early-morning. haha, woo, im kinda hungry for breakfast. anyway, i think im going to wake up around 10am later. same as the other days of the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? every night, before i sleep, as i lied on my bed, i cannot help it but to think. i had thought of many things. my purpose, my goals, my views on life and love, the things that i consider important. each time i will have 1 topic and i will start thinking, and it feels like there are lots of contents and words and stuffs. each time i will end it with "i will blog about it" and i never really did. because i forgot about it the next morning. even if i remembered, lots of content are lost already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am feeling scared of my future again. time and again, i keep asking myself, what do i want to do with my life, is that what i want, will i be happy. everytime, it ends with "i will die anyway right? does it really matter?" it feels like there are lots of things i want to do but there is not a lot of things, for example, i want to be happy, how do i become happy, i must first be rich, how do i get rich, i must study and work hard. in the end, i feel crapped because it sounds really hard and scary and i have no idea on ways to achieving them. so i ended up with "does it matter? is it important? i have to die anyway right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i think it is just funny that i think being 18 is the time when i accept big responsibility and have to plan for my future and not being able to laugh at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2904364242622946193?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2904364242622946193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2904364242622946193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2904364242622946193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2904364242622946193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-it-is-next-day-alrdy.html' title='eerie18'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5177287319716318422</id><published>2008-09-16T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:33:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when jogging with kangli this morning. i got to improve on my 2.4. did alittle push-ups for the evening, aiming 200 for tomorrow's overall count. maybe a 40, 40, 40, 40, 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had not been doing much of anything for the past week.. surfed the net, read some manga, watched some dramas. wasted lots of time inbetween... so now i am left with 3weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Foreign Exchange this afternoon. i shall considered it as a nice movie. having wings and able to fly. a car with new and clean coat of paint doesnt mean it is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Next Avengers yesterday, a nice animated Marvel movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watched some korean movies tomorrow. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5177287319716318422?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5177287319716318422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5177287319716318422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5177287319716318422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5177287319716318422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5676263632133557341</id><published>2008-09-15T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:06:27.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>STORY III</title><content type='html'>###&lt;br /&gt;the time for a new era has come. all of them gathered at the Centre, getting ready for a new evolution. actually they were ready for it decades ago. what would their evolved form be like, they did not know. however, they knew it would be a totally new power and it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had lived for eons, that they had forgotten how they were born, they were immortals. they realised that they existed because Time existed. they worshiped Time as they believed that Time governed the Entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after living for so long, their knowledge of the Entirety grew and grew. Bestowed upon them, immortality, by Time they believed, they had all the time to study and learn. through time, they learned and gained so much power. they were very peaceful and had the power to create galaxies. they had lived for so long without fear and anger and without hunger and tiredness. they had lived for so long that they forgotten all emotions. they had forgotten the meaning of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, they asked themselves about being individuals. they pondered for decades over it for they had all the time to think. finally there was something that was able to keep them thinking for some time, they remembered excitement. and then they remembered happiness. they came to a conclusion. there was no longer a need for them to be individuals. they had nothing to hide, they shared everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, they gathered at the Centre, ready to be whole. maybe a new power would be born. together they merged their energies and knowledge with one another. slowly, their bodies started to melt. when it was all done, it was nothingness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time continued to watched over it.&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5676263632133557341?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5676263632133557341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5676263632133557341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5676263632133557341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5676263632133557341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-iii.html' title='STORY III'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5790267927668365860</id><published>2008-09-13T18:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:57:33.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>STORY II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;###&lt;br /&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; jolted up from my sleep. i had an unpleasant dream. it felt like a whole lifetime. inside me, it felt mysterious. cold, sour and yet empty.&lt;br /&gt; where was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I&lt;/span&gt; looked around, there was such a large space. a very dark space, filled with sparkling specks of dust, with no boundaries it seemed.&lt;br /&gt; "you have awaken, Alexis", the faint voice floats across a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Alexis&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is my name... for a moment, i was overwhelmed. i felt really heavy. gushes of memories and knowledge flowed inside me. i remembered my existence.&lt;br /&gt; Slowly, coming into my view was Sarah. She stood at a distance away from me. all that i could see was her silhouette. she was Sarah indeed, her aura told me so.&lt;br /&gt; "it is almost time", i said.&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to continue from here, haha.. it is supposed to be a fantasy sci-fi story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5790267927668365860?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5790267927668365860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5790267927668365860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5790267927668365860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5790267927668365860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-ii.html' title='STORY II'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-7037881940753429844</id><published>2008-09-11T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:46:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont need a girlfriend</title><content type='html'>IDONTNEEDAGIRLFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;the conversation about finding a girlfriend has found me many times, and each time, it will harass me. some people says i need a girlfriend. but for what do i need 1...&lt;br /&gt;"ronald u very bastard know.., say pple like tat. i think u need a girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;"ronald u really need a girlfriend cos u have nth better to do"&lt;br /&gt;"go get a girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt; whatever u say, it is not a good reason for me to have a girlfriend. why?&lt;br /&gt;look at mr.D, how silly of him and his gf. stupid boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;so girls around my age are those stupid girls. watch those taiwanese idol dramas.. stupid girls. watch wo cai, stupid girls too.&lt;br /&gt;so how can i get a girlfriend at this age? and i dont meet my type of girl.. and i dont want to go all out just to talk to a pretty girl, cos im sure she is not mature and it will be a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;ps pls dont ask me to get a gf or tell me tat i need 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-7037881940753429844?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/7037881940753429844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=7037881940753429844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7037881940753429844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7037881940753429844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-need-girlfriend.html' title='i dont need a girlfriend'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-426518006354541106</id><published>2008-09-11T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:35:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no idea what is going on, and i am pretending that i am not noticing anything.&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;it has been awhile since i started doing push-ups. not many each day, i am getting better at it. but u dont seem to be growing, maybe u grew alittle, i dont know, i dont see or feel it at all. it is about time i get started with my abs. i have wasted 2 weeks not making you work, perhaps u will have to suffer alittle later. ok, biceps, i need u to grow too. somehow, triceps made more improvements than u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. bored and stucked at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="h_quote"&gt;'Studies show that masturbating is 400 times less effective for satisfying one's sexual appetite than sex with a partner.' &lt;strong&gt;- - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="h_info"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/love_tip_300/390_love_tip.html"&gt;http://www.askmen.com/dating/love_tip_300/390_love_tip.html&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/2950999143798893442-426518006354541106?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/426518006354541106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=426518006354541106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/426518006354541106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/426518006354541106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2832568530534425190</id><published>2008-09-09T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:57:07.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronald&apos;s society'/><title type='text'>a life story.</title><content type='html'>and i am back blogging, because this is the best damn thing i can do at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there once lived a little boy, an ordinary boy. he was from an average family. typical family, a dad, a mom, and a younger brother. each day, the family had enough to spend, enough to eat and just enough for entertainment. he had no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy went to an average school, where were many students who came from a family like his. Some were rich, some were poorer, some were smart, some were slow-learner, some were hardworking, some were lazy. anyway, he made friends with many of them and had quite a happy time in school. sometimes there were sad days. like many others, his results were average. still, he just went to school without complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon, this little boy grew up to a young good-looking man. life was pretty much the same. it was always between home and school, rarely he would go out to play. he met a girl whom he thought he was in love with. yes, she was a good-looking lady, his classmate. he never told anyone about it and he heard no one talking about it. perhaps he was good at hiding his feelings. this young man felt contented to be able to see and hear her happiness. sometimes, her sadness made him moody too. there was no complains from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he grew up, and began working. like his dad, he earned enough, enough for spending, enough for saving. soon after he forgot about the lady he had liked. he met another lady at his working place, and fell in love with her. this time, he was braver and asked her out. she liked him too. soon they were married. he thought he was the happiest man on earth and had no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some years later, he had a family of his own. his wife, and two children. they were an average family. mother was a housewife, father working and children schooling. this man had a happy family, there were many happy moments, there were also sad ones and angry ones. the family was bonded closely and love one another, the man had no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some years later, the man grew into an old man. this old man had retired. his children had grown up and started working. after some years spent in retirement, the old man was dying of old age. lying on his deathbed, he looked at his family members, his wife, and his two children. they were crying, and unknowingly, tears flowed from his eyes and down his wrinkled cheeks. tightly, he held onto his wife's shaky hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he breathed his last and departed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2832568530534425190?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2832568530534425190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2832568530534425190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2832568530534425190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2832568530534425190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-story.html' title='a life story.'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-314906088270586688</id><published>2008-09-05T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:32:27.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there isnt many things for me to during this holiday. i have not find any new interest or hobby to occupy myself with. boring. and 1 week is almost gone, leaving me with 5 weeks. time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-314906088270586688?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/314906088270586688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=314906088270586688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/314906088270586688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/314906088270586688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-isnt-many-things-for-me-to-during.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-6242634198514732729</id><published>2008-09-05T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:28:32.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i blog</title><content type='html'>wow. 1 week of my holiday has passed and i have not done much of what i want to do. during the period where i had no blog, i have been thinking if i should post an entry. does it really matter if i blog? c'mon, is there a need to do so? i am thinking...&lt;br /&gt;why people blog? for popularity? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;to share their knowledge? perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;to keep in touch with friends by letting them know how u have been living? another possibility.&lt;br /&gt;why am i blogging? i blog because..&lt;br /&gt;i want to let people know that there is a Ronald who exists in this world.&lt;br /&gt;i want to let my friends know that i am still living in this world, and they are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6242634198514732729?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6242634198514732729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6242634198514732729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6242634198514732729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6242634198514732729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-blog.html' title='why i blog'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1730098229792056426</id><published>2008-08-28T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:47:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/america_president"  style="color:#99cc00; background:url(http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/america_president.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0%;  font-family:Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; padding:0;margin:0; font-size:25px; text-decoration:none; display:block; width:300px; height:160px;  border:3px solid #444444; text-align:right; line-height:24px; " &gt;  &lt;br style="line-height:65px;" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes 82%   &lt;br style="line-height:14px;" /&gt;No 18%   &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com" &gt;Free Dating Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1730098229792056426?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1730098229792056426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1730098229792056426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1730098229792056426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1730098229792056426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-82-no-18-lets101-free-dating-site.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8636373813702958723</id><published>2008-08-26T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:51:28.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August is almost over,&lt;br /&gt;so is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;my last paper is tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;then it will be the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i wanna do during my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;like phyiscal training,&lt;br /&gt;reading mangas,&lt;br /&gt;watching dramas and&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;i will accomplish all of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8636373813702958723?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8636373813702958723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8636373813702958723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8636373813702958723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8636373813702958723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-is-almost-over-so-is-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1341600919289700750</id><published>2008-08-17T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:18:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a hermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1341600919289700750?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1341600919289700750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1341600919289700750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1341600919289700750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1341600919289700750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-hermit.html' title='im a hermit'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2200467564051977861</id><published>2008-08-14T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:25:52.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ronald</title><content type='html'>ronald is feeling quite stress, he has so much to study in less than a week.... ronald is feeling frustrated. at the same time, he is feeling very tired living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronald studied alot today, memorizing formulaes and doing tutorials for emec. so ronald has learnt alot today. including learning more about himself. ronald is actually mr. nice-and-simple. because of that he feels that he is very weak, in body, mind and soul. and ronald is upset about the way he is. ronald has no looks, no body and no money. ronald is not intelligent or cunning or scheming. ronald is not brave enough, in fact he spends lots of time living in fear and escaping from reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, ronald realised that he has nothing except this life and his parents. he also realised that he is not close to who he wanted to be. what does ronald wants? what is important in the eyes of ronald? ronald thinks that the world is too hard to please, why can't the world please ronald?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronald is scared, he does not know what he wants.&lt;div 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title='ronald'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4411039271517241534</id><published>2008-08-04T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:09:15.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 pull-ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLY MAMA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16 PULL-UPS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIXTEEN PULL-UPS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4411039271517241534?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4411039271517241534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4411039271517241534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4411039271517241534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4411039271517241534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/08/16-pull-ups.html' title='16 pull-ups'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1766322240986064252</id><published>2008-08-02T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:38:58.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JULY is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the time i spent with you, im only disappointed in us. i thought we should be progressing, but no. i wonder if it is my fault for not doing enough.. what are we lacking of?&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should take a break and give ourselves some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1766322240986064252?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-9141260276712307148</id><published>2008-07-30T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:57:34.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is the end of wednesday already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-9141260276712307148?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/9141260276712307148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=9141260276712307148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/9141260276712307148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/9141260276712307148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-end-of-wednesday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5557925036770415403</id><published>2008-07-28T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:07:00.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting monday</title><content type='html'>hey hye, it is MONDAY again. and i have lesson at 8am the nxt day, sucks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasnt as boring as other monday. my friend W lost his handpone today, well, he didnt exactly lose it, considering that friend R played a prank on him. so W never expect to lose his handphone in the classroom during lesson, and R took W's phone while he wasnt looking. at least W got his phone back at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see how upset W was. totally depressed, not even attempting to listen to lectures, completely stoning. and friend H really sucks at consoling people, he was more like adding salt to the wound. and i wasnt of any help as i watched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder, if a person ever lose his things, what right does he has to demand it back. c'mon, he may request for his things to be returned, but the finder may not be so kind to return the things. if i ever lose some thing, i means that i am not capable of protecting it, or not worthy to be its owner. how can i ever be irresponsible to my belongings. if i cannot even keep my things safe, then i am not worthy to be their owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing such a prank on anyone isnt good, especially on a friend. today's incident made me remembered that i took friend S wallet and hid it, and S was so upset and worried because there was lots of money in it, worse, it was the money of others and he had no idea how he was going to answer to them. in the end, instead of making a funny joke, i ended up feeling like a jerk, very childish and immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be wiser and more mature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5557925036770415403?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5557925036770415403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5557925036770415403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5557925036770415403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5557925036770415403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflecting-monday.html' title='reflecting monday'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2261851682408383670</id><published>2008-07-25T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:53:47.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gems and gym</title><content type='html'>there was gems lesson today and i love it. beginning of the sem, i was left with a choice to choose this design appreciation, and i am glad with the way things turn out. gems is fun, because i get to draw, and i like drawing very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus there is a very pretty girl in my gems class. she may be the one closest to my ideal girlfriend, judging only the appearance criteria. shoulder-hair length, quite a sharp nose, big pretty eyes. and of course you are not able to imagine her, just base on this description and i don't expect you to try to imagine her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she will come and go, and will be just another pretty girl i have seen as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym after gems. saw jonathan training his back, so i decided to follow. sh!t and crap. i shldn't have follow, although i trained my back once before, today's training was just as sucky as before. i felt so weak, and silly, and there is no feeling of accomplishment. everyone started from  a zero, but i think i should work on my arms first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided, i am only going to train my chest, arms and shoulders. i need bigger muscles in those places first. as for my back, i will just train with wide-grip pullups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2261851682408383670?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2261851682408383670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2261851682408383670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2261851682408383670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2261851682408383670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/07/gems-and-gym.html' title='gems and gym'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4117957642148779937</id><published>2008-07-23T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:32:21.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be stronger</title><content type='html'>went for gym today, after resting for a week plus to recover my right forearm. decided to train my chest because i thought it seemed to have shrunk alittle, sagged alittle. anyway, after doing bench presses, i was exhausted. couldn't do flyers.. maybe i shld stick with the 8lbs(3.3kg) dumbbells for flyers.. kinda regret that i used 5kg ones and gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be stronger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4117957642148779937?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-1817799399523299644</id><published>2008-07-21T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:23:11.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monomonday</title><content type='html'>MONOMONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very quickly, it is monday again. and tomorrow will be tuesday. i dislike the mondays in this semester. lessons start at 830am, ends at 730pm. &lt;em&gt;11hours&lt;/em&gt; in school. &lt;em&gt;2hours&lt;/em&gt; of travelling time. that leaves me &lt;em&gt;11hours&lt;/em&gt; at home. &lt;em&gt;1 hour&lt;/em&gt; in the morning to washup and get ready for school. &lt;em&gt;3hours&lt;/em&gt; at night for dinner, bathtime and television. &lt;em&gt;7hours&lt;/em&gt; left to sleep. &lt;em&gt;6.5hours &lt;/em&gt;of sleep from sunday's night, 12mn to 630am and  &lt;em&gt;0.5hours&lt;/em&gt; of sleep on monday, from 1130pm till 12mn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, lessons start at 8am.. =_= &amp;amp; there is workshop practical, when i reached home at 6plus, i will be quite tired. but tuesday's night is the best night, because wednesday's lessons starts at 10am, so i can sleep late. but after wednesday's lessons end, time flies very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be thursday after wednesday, then friday and weekends. and very quickly, it is monday again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1817799399523299644?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1817799399523299644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1817799399523299644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to study,&lt;br /&gt;i need to play.&lt;br /&gt;next week will come and go,&lt;br /&gt;there will still be things for me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2104788382506819959?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2104788382506819959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2104788382506819959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2104788382506819959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2104788382506819959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-week-has-come-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-582968333884399011</id><published>2008-07-16T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:18:44.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a first time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;so face your problems bravely,&lt;br /&gt;take all the time you need...&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;but the world doesnt allow it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2950999143798893442.post-550222230546692197</id><published>2008-07-12T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:36:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the injury in my right forearm worsened from gym training yesterday. in fact, i had to stop halfway. seems like i will not be doing any weight training next week till it recovers. hope it heals to as good as before, otherwise i will be so darn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practised for 2.4, and i am so glad that i did not stop jogging througout. that is a good improvement for my stamina, i have to increase my speed next. i wonder how long i will take to get a C for 2.4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2950999143798893442.post-6215385478443550782</id><published>2008-07-09T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:28:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trained chest during gym today. i am really glad that there is improvement. i used to find that the empty bar, which is 10kg, is very heavy, but now, it feels lighter than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, when i do the dumbbell training for chest, i am being restricted. my right forearm hurts. injured myself when i fell during cycling. really worried, i hope it will heal. dont know whether today's training strained it further...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2950999143798893442.post-6302542076363183187</id><published>2008-07-06T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:31:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie: Wanted</title><content type='html'>went out with ben this afternoon to watch Wanted. It was totally a last minute thing. decided to watch the 1.50 show when it was alrdy 12.50. but the show did not start at 1.50, it started at 2.10 because of the advertisements. it is really stupid to watch 20minutes worth of advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben looks the same except with longer hair, not too long, but long enough for a guy. he is taller now, T.T i am short. i wanna grow taller, c'mon, at least 177.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted, nice show. About this guy, Wesley Gibson, with a sad life, his girlfriend always nagged at him, his boss tortured him, and his name was not found on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he met Fox (Angelina Jolie) at a small shop where there a gunfight took place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was introduced to The Fraternity. A group of assassins who keep the world from falling into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah lalala. Lots of "fuck" word in it. Lots of loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much focus on other characters except Wesley Gibson. Just accept the story the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are the only ones who stay till the credits end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to bugis for dinner. had chicken omelette rice. Not special. taste edible enough. $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219905148011497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SHDUE2x1SZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hhuocbaPZEY/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around, window shopping, then took a mrt home. on the way, we discussed, how many people will turn up for the 4e1 gathering. 10 only. suxin, kartik, sheereen, rabiah, athena, ben, yuhong, me,broy, last but not least, kangli. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol. lol. lol. lol. lol. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6302542076363183187?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SHDUE2x1SZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hhuocbaPZEY/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-8460226071025797230</id><published>2008-06-30T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:03:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, for my cal2 lesson, we learned mathematic induction. why in the world will i need to use that? and why will i be working with number patterns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my lecturer said, if dunno anything, can use the internet, there is youtube and teachertube to help us solve maths problems. so these are the videos he showed us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aaa4OoR8XM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aaa4OoR8XM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLed at this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5otRqCUnio&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5otRqCUnio&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this video is no good", said my lecturer. haha, it reminds me of mdm padma. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8460226071025797230?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8460226071025797230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8460226071025797230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8460226071025797230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8460226071025797230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-for-my-cal2-lesson-we-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2003087923380077203</id><published>2008-06-30T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:47:22.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is quite a calculative day. gotten back my test results. and so i had to calculate and make sure my marks were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a bad thing about my exams. each question is worth lots of marks, ranging from 6 to 16 or even 50. these questions are rather easy, so it is easy to score very well. but a careless mistake can cause the loss of lots of marks. made a careless mistake which caused me 10 marks and the lost of a distinction position. sometimes, there are 1 or 2 questions which are not clear, and the wrong interpretation will result in heavy casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMEC. there is a bar, with width b, depth  d,  and  thickness t. u will expect a solid bar with cross-section like that :&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;l    t       l&lt;br /&gt;l      d     l&lt;br /&gt;l___|&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;instead the question meant this (there was no mentioning of hollowness) :&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;l  __b__  l    &lt;br /&gt;l  l____ldl&lt;br /&gt;l______|&lt;br /&gt;thickness t   &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Ship  Stability&lt;br /&gt;the  ship 's  displacement is  24675.03 t.  meaning, the mass of the ship is 24675.03tonnes&lt;br /&gt;2 marks were deducted because it is not 4 sig fig. if it is 4 sig fig, it will be 24680t. a whopping 5t differences. 5t is 5000kg, thats ALOT. but what is 24000t compared to 5t...zzZZ... being owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there is another question not stating enough details. a ship has 3 tanks of the same dimensions, in each tank there are different grades of oil. ok, now i am expecting the tanks to be  arranged in this manner:&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;l_________l&lt;br /&gt;aftl_________lfwd&lt;br /&gt;l_________l&lt;br /&gt;as seen from top view&lt;br /&gt;but it meant:&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;l  l  l   l&lt;br /&gt;aftl  l  l   lfwd&lt;br /&gt;l_l_l_l&lt;br /&gt;hence i used the wrong formula to calculate free-surface-effect.  who in the right mind will arranged tanks like the second figure to make the ship unstable! so instead of getting 98marks, i gotten 75marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2003087923380077203?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2003087923380077203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2003087923380077203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the golf tournament in japan that is delaying my show. and i think i am having withdrawal symptoms, like being restless. i have to watch it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henshin. Henshin. HEnshin. HENshin. HENShin. HENSHIn. HENSHIN. henshiN. henshIN. hensHIN. henSHIN. heNSHIN. hENSHIN. hEnshin. heNshin. henShin. hensHin. henshIn. HeNsHiN. hEnShIn. heNSHin. HEnshIN. hEnshIn. 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kiva'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-7624061708947738528</id><published>2008-06-22T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:28:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Mostly Have Your Emotions in Check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/emotions-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions get out of control, but you usually are a pretty stable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find a lot to be happy about, as long as things are going your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a few bad things happen to you, you tend to go in a bit of a downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, you usually come out of it okay and no worse for the wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/"&gt;Can You Keep Your Emotions in Check?&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/2950999143798893442-7624061708947738528?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-7526323286848929938</id><published>2008-06-19T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:27:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the evacuation drill at damen shipyard (i wondered if i spelled the company correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it about? the shipyard built a ferry, a small one, and they need to test out the evacuation process. on the bloody hot afternoon, we had to put on the lifejackets and sit under the sun for some time. and there is no air-condition in the ferry. terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the evacuation started, we had to wait in the ferry for so long, like an hour, so that those shipyard personnel could get things ready. so we started walking here and there, but there were nothing to do and nothing to see. and it was stuffy and warm because the air-condition was not on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time came for us to put on the lifejackets, i was quite relief, finally the wait was over. we had to slide from the ferry to the liferaft. it was a open liferaft that can hold 122 people. the slide was very quick and suddenly it became bouncing world on the liferaft. it was slippery and felt like walking on a big balloon filled with water. it was so difficult to get a grip and walk properly. very soon everyone was in the liferaft, then one by one we had to go back up the ferry. and that was some time under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking off the lifejacket, i was wet with sweat. got paid 30dollars, so not too bad. it was quite an experience too. but the slide was kinda of short, but if the ferry was bigger, with a longer slide, maybe it will be more fun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sound so lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-7402318804792595338</id><published>2008-06-17T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:46:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Feminine, 60% Masculine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your masculine side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not overly sensitive and not easily moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, though, something will get through and touch your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&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/2950999143798893442-7402318804792595338?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/7402318804792595338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-5386030736412678244</id><published>2008-06-15T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:57:27.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/hell.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die while sleeping - and no one will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&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/2950999143798893442-5386030736412678244?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5386030736412678244/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-4832673599389764483</id><published>2008-06-14T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:40:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Totally Anal Retentive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/retentive-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you're so uptight - people definitely have called you "anal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who's so OCD you organize your M&amp;Ms before eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many rules and rituals, it's hard for you to let loose and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and mix up your alphabetized CD collection. Live a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/"&gt;Are You Anal Retentive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not so sure about that, but that is a really nice butt =)&lt;br /&gt;maybe im a organised person, it helps me find my stuffs easily and it feels good to be neat. who cares? that is a super nice butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4832673599389764483?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4832673599389764483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4832673599389764483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4832673599389764483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4832673599389764483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-totally-anal-retentive-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2601405842450459254</id><published>2008-06-13T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:11:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz, ruler of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Destined to Rule the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/destined-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the makings of a very evil dictator...&lt;br /&gt;Which is both kind of cool and kind of  scary!&lt;br /&gt;Will you rule the world? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But at least you know that you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined For World Domination?&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/2950999143798893442-2601405842450459254?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2601405842450459254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2601405842450459254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2601405842450459254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2601405842450459254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-quiz-ruler-of-world.html' title='another quiz, ruler of the world'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-667927409775259419</id><published>2008-06-13T08:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:31:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 pullups</title><content type='html'>went studying at school yesterday again, this time the subject was kind of a killer. torsion of shaft, T/J = τ/r = Gθ/L and P=2πNT/60 and J = πD^4/32 or π/32*(D^4 - d^4) . madness. and the tutorial is difficult. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, went running. same thing, 2.4km 16.5minutes. hadi said the way i run is wrong (sounds familiar, years ago, people said i run funny) and i used up energy faster. so now i need to correct the way i run. challenged myself to pullup, targeted 15 and did 13. 13 is now my max, going to aim 17 next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SFHDRYH5wRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OWvfyJLk0v8/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160947145163026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SFHDRYH5wRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OWvfyJLk0v8/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SFHDJ37EVRI/AAAAAAAAADs/xUhAMv5BCMw/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160818242311442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SFHDJ37EVRI/AAAAAAAAADs/xUhAMv5BCMw/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after 13pulls, the skin tore. quite painful.&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/2950999143798893442-667927409775259419?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/667927409775259419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=667927409775259419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/667927409775259419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Career Personality: Independent, Flexible, and Ingenious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/quickanddirtycareertest/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Nightclub owner&lt;br /&gt;Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Private investigator&lt;br /&gt;Real estate developer&lt;br /&gt;Stand up comic&lt;br /&gt;Venture capitalist&lt;br /&gt;Video game developer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will be a nightclub owner, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have OK Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/ok-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You try to be a good person... well, sometimes you try!&lt;br /&gt;While you are caring deep down, you don't always show it.&lt;br /&gt;You're very focused on yourself, and others come second (if not third).&lt;br /&gt;Which is fine, but don't expect others to focus on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say? u shall only know this much of me period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Number is 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all the numbers, you are the most caring and empathetic lover.&lt;br /&gt;Unselfish and humble, you find it easy to forgive your sweetie's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;At times, your need to please can be come a bit too needy.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you remain somewhat independent, your relationships are perfectly balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ENTJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/entj.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader - with confidence and strength that inspires others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven to succeed, you are always looking for ways to gain, power, knowledge, and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you aren't the most considerate person, especially to those who are a bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not easily intimidated - and you have a commanding, awe-inspiring presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you hold high standards... for yourself, for your relationship, and for your significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's easy for you to impress others, it's hard for you to find someone who impresses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are organized and good at delegating. You understand how to achieve goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great CEO, entrepreneur, or consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Rational, calm, and objective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Inflexible, controlling, and overbearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooOO MMMmmm. hahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8599399076908105261?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8599399076908105261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8599399076908105261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8599399076908105261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8599399076908105261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/06/3quizzes.html' title='3quizzes'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-124830223432795397</id><published>2008-06-09T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:45:53.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revision at starbucks cathay</title><content type='html'>studied at starbucks at where-is-that place-? cathay, the one near dohbygaut mrt. that is a bad place to study, some ass fellow suggested going there and the rest okok. the school library is a better place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going to a place like starbucks is a bad place to study because there are too many distractions. many pretty girls walked by, or stop at starbucks for a drink, considering that it is the june holiday period and many students are hanging out and watching movies. not only that, the smoking and non-smoking area are so close that most of the time i became a second-hand smoker. bloody, my lungs are filled with all the harmful gases. i dislike going to place like this to study because i will spend money, more than the usual, for lunch. lunch was at long john's silver, sucks totally. not worth the money spent and i ended up with more fats in my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty broke. spent lots last month, every saturday for the last month, i was eating mcspicy for lunch, plus a bbq event, and a gathering for dinner. i had too many sinful meals, and i really need to run alot to burn those fats stored on my chests and tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, like any other group study, instead of revising what i wanted to revise, i ended up teaching others on how to do that question. i wanted to study for emec today, and i ended up teaching 4 others ship stab. and there were like 7 questions, and each questions i had to explain 3 times. yup, that was pretty much the whole day. it was not so bad teaching them, in a way, i was helping myself revise all over again and getting better each time i explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i must sudy emec. 3 units for the exam, and i could understand only the 1st unit. ZZzz. yes, we are going to the school library to study, but i think i will end up eating mcspicy again. another sinful meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days, i feel that i am too conscious over what i eat. seriously, i am still fat, not really fat, but there are still fats. need to burn them. lately, i get the feeling that my packs are coming, i can feel them. i must not slack on exercising and i have to watch what i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's left to study? 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of open house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, giving out brochures was quite an experience. suddenly, there were people who just reject taking the brochure. unlike the past 2 days, people will just take it or said they took already. and i started telling those who rejected that there werent any poision and the brochure is free. it got so lame that daniel and i challenged each other to see who can give out the most brochures. yup, we were that lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gave brochures to a group of girls, and happened so that 1 of the girls was interested in 1 of the courses, nautical studies, then what a good opportunity to chat with them. that group of girls were different from the others that i talked to. 1 of them said she has no interest in studying, she dont want business, dont want sciences, dont want IT, dont want engineering, because she sucks at studying. then she talked about having interest will make a person do better and money is not enough to movtivate interest. she is quite true, yet naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i thought the same. now i think different. although your interest maybe there, but the earning is not enough, how long can you survive? will getting a job be easy? that is just reality. if you have money, you will then be able to do what you are interested in. so, money comes in first, interest comes in later. even if you are doing a job u dislike, think of it as you are working for yourself, for your interest or hobby, so that you can use the money to fund your interest later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8588466715495474967?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8588466715495474967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-2543832881176592448</id><published>2008-06-04T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:31:40.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wed 24 june</title><content type='html'>MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school to do projects and to study with the usual gang, not really the usual, alittle less than the usual. even though it is the holidays now, it doesnt feel like the holidays. i have got lots of studying to do, and some small projects to do. exams start right after school reopens. then i went jogging with hadi and jinsha in the school stadium. aim to complete 2.4km in 9minutes, that seems insane considering my poor stamina. there were the RGS girls practising their track and field, pretty little girls. quite tanned, slim and fit, i bet they have a slightly visible 6packs beneath their attire. beautiful beings. anyway, i cpmpleted 2.4km in 16minutes, i need to train alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the 1st day of the open house event, and i am involved. the event will last till thursday. nothing much to do, except telling those seconday school students what Singapore Maritime Academ has to offer, and what are the courses about and career prospects. some pretty girls here and there, well, other than looking from afar, i was too lazy to approach them. what are the chances that they will want to know more about marine engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of open house, same thing as yesterday, giving out brochures and talking about courses. but this time, i feel very bored. those students i talked to gave the sian-sian look. then came lunch and fewer students were around, then slacking time till 430pm, go home. met broy, he was also involved in the open house unwillingly. gosh, i found out that he has drawing classes where he drew nude models. some pretty girls here and there, none interested in any courses my school has to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2543832881176592448?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2543832881176592448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2543832881176592448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2543832881176592448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2543832881176592448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/06/wed-24-june.html' title='wed 24 june'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2626690098212952609</id><published>2008-05-28T07:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:31:44.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workshop centrifugal pump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208915902971122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDyd7j4XvPI/AAAAAAAAADM/XbOAoTwTlBc/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was what we did for workshop practical yesterday : fixing centrifugal pumps. see the boddy pump above, it was so heavy, absolutely giga-heavy. it was so easy to take apart, but damn tough to put it back. because of that pump, we were still in the workshop although the lesson ended. the shaft with the stupid keyhole was so hard to be slot back into the impeller. took 7 people to slot the shaft, got to whack it with a mallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205210432026426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDyfTz4XvQI/AAAAAAAAADU/xmfW89Peg5o/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;that was daniel's middle finger. "Fook you, pump"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205210865818123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDyftD4XvRI/AAAAAAAAADc/pEpF_g_j-Yc/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that is wyman, and he was like "OMFG! why did u bang my d!ck with the trolley!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205211445638708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDygOz4XvSI/AAAAAAAAADk/U3EI0i1gkFU/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that green pump, it was small and easy to repair. but it was very heavy too. cute little pump, isnt it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a tiring day on tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2626690098212952609?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2626690098212952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2626690098212952609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2626690098212952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2626690098212952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/workshop-centrifugal-pump.html' title='workshop centrifugal pump'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDyd7j4XvPI/AAAAAAAAADM/XbOAoTwTlBc/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-753812869447161846</id><published>2008-05-23T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:10:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sores from training</title><content type='html'>my thighs are hurting badly when i walk, walk up or down the stairs and especially when i squat. so, bathing has become quite a challenge for me. my legs are that weak, and it feels like they hurt more than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, i noticed that my left chest is slightly larger than the right-side. it has more muscles mass, and now, my nipples are not align. the left nipple is slightly higher than the right. anyway, that is not the main thing. there are fatty desposits around both my nipples. and there are also some fats beneath my jaw. i am quite disgusted by the looks of them. they are ugly. i really need to run to burn them. BURN them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym today to train my chest, and i found out that my left arm, somehow, is stronger than my right while i was training with the barbell. i wonder if it has something to do with my chest, since the left-side of my chest is larger. went home after i had no strength to do flyers or to lift the dumbells above my chest. by the way, the dumbells are only 2.5kg, yup, i weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that the muscles are growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-753812869447161846?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/753812869447161846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=753812869447161846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/753812869447161846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/753812869447161846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/sores-from-training.html' title='sores from training'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8231162054657231169</id><published>2008-05-21T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:19:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym and girls</title><content type='html'>GYM &amp;amp; girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not really a bad thing to stay back in school till 5 to 6pm, especially when hanging around the sports hall at this time. can get to see pretty, sweaty and sporty girls with nice butts. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, me and jinsha stayed back for gym. after the workout, we went to the stadium to jog, on our way, we noticed 2 pretty, sweaty and sporty girls walking pass us. wonderful sight, wonderful scent too. lucky jinsha saw their nipples.. however i didnt notice as i was admiring their faces. next time, i shall look at the faces then move on to their chests.i wish i could take photos so that i can share what i saw. too bad for you, whoever is reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i trained my chest and thighs. my thighs are so weak.. not a new information. so my thighs went jelly after alittle training, and i couldnt even jog. walking up and down the stairs is posing alittle problem. i feel that i didnt train my chest well enough today. i couldnt feel the sore. have to increase the intensity on friday. i am going to need some help soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i found out that daniel has got big biceps in proportion to his skinny-looking arms. must be from the trainings he gotten from softball practices in secondary school. but he cannot do pull-ups. with some trainings, he will soon be able to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i really have to start my revisions. i want to do well for the tests, lol, like who dont want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8231162054657231169?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8231162054657231169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8231162054657231169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8231162054657231169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8231162054657231169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/gym-and-girls.html' title='gym and girls'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-6610493787680245389</id><published>2008-05-19T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:31:45.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at Sakura</title><content type='html'>finally. managed to get some time to blog. i wanted to blog yesterday, but my bro was using it. wanted to blog this afternoon but my bro was also using it, and i went to sleep. sleep alot, from 230 to 6. now i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with my classmates after the medical first aid lesson. went to Sakura, paid $30 and ate till i was bloated. scallops, salmon, dory, durian puffs, orea cheese cakes, char siew chicken. you know, they have the cheese hotdogs, have to put the pegs and the person will send the dish. instead of having afew hotdogs, it was only 1.. wth. plus, there wasnt any cheese. my first time tasting raw salmon, it wasnt a fantastic taste, but it was quite an experience. quite chewy, alittle rubbery, and quite fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202094214723362434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDGNIFyzXoI/AAAAAAAAACs/BBSBzv7gC3I/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hongzhang made this fantastic dish. inside the bowl was ice-cream and oreo cheesecake. i didnt try it. but i can imagine that it will taste good. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202095464558845602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDGOQ1yzXqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nHKK2ABCjWo/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; some cakes and sushi &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202095722256883378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDGOf1yzXrI/AAAAAAAAADE/pU7awW1LZEE/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hadi laughing at my jokes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;======&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all. no more photos, i am not so much of a photograph person, neither am i a camwhore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6610493787680245389?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6610493787680245389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6610493787680245389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6610493787680245389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6610493787680245389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='dinner at Sakura'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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/_zR-CrVEDDKU/SDGNIFyzXoI/AAAAAAAAACs/BBSBzv7gC3I/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-5422503481714171856</id><published>2008-05-16T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:51:38.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont smile</title><content type='html'>80th post. I Dont Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had an oral test which is an interview for the module Communication Skills at Work(CSW). and again, i was being reminded to smile. then i was brought back to my past, to the time i start looking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was primary four, i smiled for a class photo, and i ended up looking hideous, that was quite a setback for me, because i always felt that i am good-looking. anyway, then in primary five, i didnt smile for the class photo, and my form teacher commented that i looked dead serious. well, i felt that the 'dead serious' look was so much better than 'smiling' . it was cool to look serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go on to secondary school, and i kinda of lose my ability to smile, unless there is a funny joke worthy for my laughters. In secondary two, i remembered a friend asking me on how to look for a class photo. so i replied, ' dont smile' . LOL. and the entire row of guys looked like we wanted a fight. i go on to sec3, and my form teacher also commented that i was frowning everyday, and that i should smile more often. sadly, my face has grown to a serious-looking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant change my looks anymore, i am alrdy 18, my skin and muscles are no longer as stretchy as a little boy's. and smiling has become so much difficult. i cant force a smile, for it will look so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather keep an expressionless look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5422503481714171856?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5422503481714171856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5422503481714171856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5422503481714171856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5422503481714171856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-smile.html' title='i dont smile'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1907803460878585544</id><published>2008-05-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:07:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79th post 4th week</title><content type='html'>well, it is the 4th week of school alrdy. modules are getting tougher and i am getting dumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1907803460878585544?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1907803460878585544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1907803460878585544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1907803460878585544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1907803460878585544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/79th-post-4th-week.html' title='79th post 4th week'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5198273416623160087</id><published>2008-05-01T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:26:52.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple person</title><content type='html'>i have hardly anything to do with the computer these days. this entry is to keep myself occupied for awhile. no games to play, no work that requires the computer. i suppose this is a good thing, at least i am trying to make it a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nearing the end of the 3rd week of this semester. 4 more weeks and it is holiday again. time passes really quickly. i am getting the feeling that it will be a tough semester this time. ship stability is overwhelming with technical terms which i am unfamilar with. electronics seem alittle difficult, so does engineering mechanics. there is also marine engineering knowledge part 2 aka MEK2 or MEKII, there is so many things to remember about, like the different types of pumps and their functions. last but not least, there is calculas 2. i really need to convince myself that studying is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the age of 18, i am not having any fun. i have little to talk about with my friends. no common interest, no common topic. a conversation cannot last more than 5minutes. when they talked (most of the times about girls), i feel that they are shallow and childish, despite that they are older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have came a long way before realising that i need to accept life the way it is and to live happily. i feel different from many people. (i am not going to gossip about others, neither am i going emo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i am a simple person, who learned to make simple wishes, have simple dreams when i sleep. i just want to be a happy person, as simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5198273416623160087?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5198273416623160087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5198273416623160087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5198273416623160087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5198273416623160087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/05/simple-person.html' title='simple person'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3857270873201724927</id><published>2008-04-15T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:35:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycle year2</title><content type='html'>didnt blog for sometime because i just dont feel like blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopened yesterday and it feels like there never was a holiday. nevertheless, i am being reminded that i am 18 this year and additional loads of responsibility and discipline adds onto my shoulder. and again i am undecided if i really want to sail or stay onshore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the survey i did last year, i am posted to a sea-faring class this year. a whole new class, luckily there are friends from my previous class with me. by spending these 2 days judging some new classmates, i am sure i dont wanna know them. knowing them will only bring unhappiness to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so being in a sea-faring class, i am already listening to short stories from lecturers about their lives at sea. how typical, but it is a good thing, it lets me know more about lives at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be forever analyzing the pros and cons of sea-faring because i am sure that i do not want to be a damn engineer for the rest of my life. a engineer will benefit the nation but not himself. specialising will only restrict my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam. life sucks. whether i like it or not, i still have to live, because i am too afraid to die. i wanna enjoy my life but shit doesnt allow it. we spend most of our time agonising than being happy. why? because we just worry too much. it is alright to fail. time is a problem for most of us. "i dont wanna do so much and to fail in the end. it will be fucking waste of time", that is what most of us are thinking. what matters most is to enjoy and cherish and be happy. do anything to make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, what can i do to make myself happy, how can maintain this happiness? this is another stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living is so challenging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3857270873201724927?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/3857270873201724927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=3857270873201724927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3857270873201724927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3857270873201724927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/04/cycle-year2.html' title='cycle year2'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5505593623978983303</id><published>2008-02-28T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:47:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNO~</title><content type='html'>maybe someone may want to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched JUNO this morning, you know, the movie about a pregnant teen. and so the name of this pregnant 16yr old is Juno, so more or less the show is about her since the title is 'JUNO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, when juno told paulie, who is the father of her child, that she is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;wow, to paulie's reaction when he knew juno is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;wow, when juno decided to abort, abort abort, and give the baby to a couple to adopt, all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;wow, about the parents' reactions when they know that their daughter is pregnant. so calm they were.&lt;br /&gt;wow, everything seems so easy. wow, everyone is so cool about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. if only &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; is that &lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, when the couple decides on a divorce. for real?!&lt;br /&gt;wow, when the lady decides to raise the baby single-handed. just what the heck.!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. gosh. and i looked at my life. i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i know i like the soundtrack for JUNO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5505593623978983303?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5505593623978983303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5505593623978983303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5505593623978983303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5505593623978983303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno.html' title='JUNO~'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-2019451589974439705</id><published>2008-02-28T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:24:17.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe some things are better kept in the mind and never to be mentioned to anyone. NEVER to be mentioned, SERIOUSLY NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not like anything will change when these things are known by others.&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2019451589974439705?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2019451589974439705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2019451589974439705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2019451589974439705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2019451589974439705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-some-things-are-better-kept-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-7335299622345579158</id><published>2008-02-27T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:22:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since we are living, lets enjoy our time, but many of us have forgotten that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-7335299622345579158?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/7335299622345579158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=7335299622345579158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7335299622345579158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/7335299622345579158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/since-we-are-living-lets-enjoy-our-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5541500850919882909</id><published>2008-02-24T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:42:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all live for a reason - we want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;to be loved is blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all want to feel good about ourselves, we want to feel warmth and happiness. so we do good things to others, by caring for them, listening to them and believe in them, hoping that we will receive nice treatment from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are dependant on one another.&lt;br /&gt;lonliness, we are not born for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be alone is fearful and painful.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;so we try so hard to live on, because we want to keep feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;death is fearful because it is unknown. we do not want to lose the warmth and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5541500850919882909?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5541500850919882909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5541500850919882909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5541500850919882909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5541500850919882909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-all-live-for-reason-we-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5451168798525138481</id><published>2008-02-24T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:23:10.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakthrough'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although living is rather meaningless to me, death is not a solution. i am afraid of death too. it is so scary to be unable to see, smell, taste, touch, hear, feel and think. i can never imagine losing those senses, no matter how hard i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally understood why we try so hard to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my perfect world, i always thought i will be the only being alone. but recently, i realised i was wrong. there will always be me lying on a vast piece of green land, looking at the blue sky. there will always be a sun. a bunny will be beside me. a tree will always be providing me with shade. gentle breezes blowing across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always have companions, they are the sun, the bunny, the tree and the breeze. i will never be lonely. i am loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5451168798525138481?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5451168798525138481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5451168798525138481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5451168798525138481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5451168798525138481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/although-living-is-rather-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3723602135478772486</id><published>2008-02-24T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:49:20.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the last 2 weeks i have been playing computer game, from 1pm till 3am. i am kinda addicted to the game. in fact, i am trying to run away from reality. reality is something really painful to think about. i am very afraid of my future, so i have been playing to live in my illusions. i am so afraid that i do not wish to carry on living. i am tired of living. this is not the world i want to live in. call me a coward or consider me as immature, i do not care. i feel that i do not have to do things i do not want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3723602135478772486?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/3723602135478772486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=3723602135478772486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3723602135478772486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/3723602135478772486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-last-2-weeks-i-have-been-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-7072048178176745183</id><published>2008-02-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:14:30.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how much do i know about you? i don't know anything about you. why do you keep appearing in my head whenever i hear something about "love". it seems like my first impression of you isn't going to change. i don't love you, yet some times, i wanna be closer to you. some times, i wanna talk to you, to know more about you, but i don't have anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to erase that special impression of you from my mind, but it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew about the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through&lt;br /&gt;Well I try and try to forget you girl,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice. my feeling for you will carry on living till someday. i know, one day, it will fade away completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-7072048178176745183?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-4958151212033202624</id><published>2008-02-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:55:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th February 2008. 3rd day of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;this year, we did no visiting. it seems like we are skipping Chinese New Year this year. who cares for those visits? they are so boring. it is such a bother to wish people a happy new year or some prosperity wishes, as if they are ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided. i am not going to work during the holiday. the holiday is too short to be spent on working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4958151212033202624?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-6531099342068831264</id><published>2008-02-05T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:49:39.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maturity</title><content type='html'>finally, i am blogging this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATURITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some thoughts, i felt that it is kind of tough for me to be 100% matured. being matured seems so cool to me, it is like being a really wise adult. being matured means to face challenges bravely, instead of whinning and trying to escape. being matured means knowing right from wrong and doing the right things. being matured means not to irritate others. (wow, it sounds so simple when i put them in words, but in my mind, it was really complicated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may sounds so easy to be matured but, how many can actually fulfill them all the time. i have seen many immature people, some around my age, some much older than me. these people are really childish. they love to disturb people, talk way too much nonsense, use loads of vulgarities. when they face problems, they use vulgarities and run away. otherwise, they think they are so smart and ended up creating more troubles and others have to clear the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far what i have mentioned are very general, not into details or specifying any events, or else this entry will not end. i have been really immature before, disturb people and create troubles but cannot solve any problems. there were lots of lessons to learnt back then. now, i have become much sensible and wiser, but it is really tough to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are being pampered since young, then they grew up being insensible. while others lacked of love and become rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is really hard to resist sinful temptations to have fun. but, in the end, how much fun is there to irritate someone, or to be irritated and ended up in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is difficult to be matured when we are overwhelmed by emotions. we cannot think straight, and we do silly things and regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike those people who behaves so imature and screwing up people's lives. why am i feeling so fed-up? i hate myself for the times when i was insensible. i have to let it go.. to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after typing to so much, i realised that i am still unable to express my feelings in words. maybe certain things are not meant to be put in words. they are supposed to be expressed through actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: M A T U R I T Y :.&lt;br /&gt;my deep thoughts: "some people are better off dead."&lt;br /&gt;^.^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6531099342068831264?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6531099342068831264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6531099342068831264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6531099342068831264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6531099342068831264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/maturity.html' title='maturity'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4305586802010754795</id><published>2008-02-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:17:31.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh! it is february already. i am quite lost. i don't what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4305586802010754795?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4305586802010754795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4305586802010754795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4305586802010754795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4305586802010754795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-gosh-it-is-february-already.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-5027152974841302136</id><published>2008-01-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:31:35.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of 29jan tue</title><content type='html'>today's exercising target:&lt;br /&gt;total of 24 pull-ups (done)&lt;br /&gt;total of 100 push-ups (done)&lt;br /&gt;dumb-bells (done)&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;new pokemon group:&lt;br /&gt;pidgeot&lt;br /&gt;gallade&lt;br /&gt;magnezone&lt;br /&gt;gastrodon&lt;br /&gt;tyrannitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have carefully plan their EVs training scheme&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow, i will have to help in housewhole chores as the chinese new year is approaching. i am thinking that it will be lots of work as i will be doing much of it since there are only my mum and me to do the cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;i am planning to get my hair cut next monday. i have made up my mind that long hair isn't suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if any girls read my blog... i hope not (it is so embarrassing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-5027152974841302136?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5027152974841302136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=5027152974841302136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5027152974841302136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/5027152974841302136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-29jan-tue.html' title='end of 29jan tue'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-6456444628692795611</id><published>2008-01-29T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:02:49.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's exercising target:&lt;br /&gt;total of 24 pull-ups (done 8 before breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;total of 100 push-ups (not yet done)&lt;br /&gt;dumb-bells ( not yet done)&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of her in my sleep. it was surprising to me. we were in a school, in the same class, and it was the 1st schoolday of the year. there were other friends whom i know from primary and secondary schools. the form teacher was arranging the class's seating arrangement. everyone was sitting in pairs. she wanted to sit with me, only me and no one else. i was feeling very happy, i wanted to sit with her too. was it love? i don't know. and we got our wish. the feeling was great.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not decide on the new group of pokemons to train. so far in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. pidgeot-flying &amp;amp; normal&lt;br /&gt;2. gallade-psychic &amp;amp; fighting&lt;br /&gt;3. metagross-steel &amp;amp; psychic&lt;br /&gt;4. magnezone-electric &amp;amp; steel&lt;br /&gt;5. gastrodon-water &amp;amp; ground&lt;br /&gt;6. tyrannitar-dark &amp;amp; ground&lt;br /&gt;7. rhyperior-rock &amp;amp; ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide yet. i have to do more research on them &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6456444628692795611?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6456444628692795611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6456444628692795611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6456444628692795611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6456444628692795611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-exercising-target-total-of-24.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8031322146859168064</id><published>2008-01-28T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:30:04.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my exam just ended an hour ago, and now im quite lost as to how im going to spend my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;shld i find a job? im feeling lazy to find 1.. when am i going to starting my exercise rountine? mayb nxt week. i think i shld start playing my pokemon diamond. it has been a month since i last played it. im going catch a new set of 5 pokemons n go all the way to elite 4. im quite excited about it. right now, i will be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i didnt expect to electric circuits (ecct) paper to be easy. i dont have to think so much, i just need to pluck in values into formulas and all the answers are obtained. i hav a good feeling that i shld be getting an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i felt that my language used in blogging is rather terrible. poor gramma and there are lots of short forms, i guess that is the way my mind thinks (n i typed exactly wad it thought of). i would say it is a bad habit and i shld change it. so i must type proper sentences and use proper words when i blog the next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8031322146859168064?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8031322146859168064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8031322146859168064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8031322146859168064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8031322146859168064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-exam-just-ended-hour-ago-and-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1393700953507732177</id><published>2008-01-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:48:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it is thursday alrdy. last paper is on nxt mon. after that i can have fun in my own way. read all the manga i wan to read, watch all the drama series i want to watch, build all the muscles i want to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been so worried since the beginning of the week. i am worried abt how i am going to fair for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st paper on tue, applied mechanics, i think i did quite ok. i shld be able to get an A for this module. i had a rough time when i sat for the paper. my performance wasnt as good as i expected. i wanted to feel that the paper was really easy but i was stumbled at certain points. i nearly did not have enough time to complete because of 1 four-marks-question, took me abt 40min to solve it. furthermore it came out for mid-sem test n i had forgotten the solution.. i left the room with a heachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd paper on wed, linear algebra n vectors, i feel that i did quite ok too. i expect myself to get ard a B. as usual, there wasnt enough time to finish the paper. lots of visualisation had to be made and formulas had to be applied correctly. im not sure if there are any careless mistakes. i left the room with a headache and im really glad that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd paper today, marine engineering knowledge 1. from the title, it is pretty much of theory n general knowlegde of marine engineering. i m unable to know all the ans.. guess for some MCQs and bullshit for some short-answer. and i did not answered 1 question. becos it wasnt in the notes when i went through them. but i rmb the lecturer mentioning abt it, i jus cannot recall wad it was abt. so instead of embarrassin myself by putting silly answer, i leave it blank. i think i can pass this paper. im glad that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the reason why im feeling all so worried is because i stressed myself to get good grades like A or B. then again, i shldnt be aiming for a pass, cause i know i can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to prepare for electric circuits on monday. revision revision revision. aww, im tensed up once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1393700953507732177?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1393700953507732177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1393700953507732177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1393700953507732177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1393700953507732177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-it-is-thursday-alrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8828998277926050519</id><published>2008-01-20T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:30:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studied apm, and it was a very heavy subject. spent lots of time trying to visualise force, torque, impulse and laws of nature. im glad tat im done revising for apm, though i cannot clearly see all the formulas in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav to revise for lav... but i m so tired of doing revision. i have been watching alot on some dramas, n reading manga. i just want to escape from my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosario+Vampire&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Girlfriend X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8828998277926050519?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8828998277926050519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8828998277926050519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8828998277926050519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8828998277926050519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/studied-apm-and-it-was-very-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8633567707873159215</id><published>2008-01-16T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:54:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so quickly, it is wednesday alrdy. n tmr is thur, and there is a test on excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is so heavy. lots of stuff in there. ARGH!! im nearing insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt week EXAMS!!! :&lt;br /&gt;tue-- apm&lt;br /&gt;wed-- lav&lt;br /&gt;thur-- mek&lt;br /&gt;[@#$%^&amp;amp;*(+!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to straighten my hair now. i really hate it when it gets curly, bcos i look awful. i hope i can straighten my thoughts when my hair gets straighten. but things just dun work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been playing pokemon diamond for a few weeks alrdy. gonna play it when my exams end. there are lots of pokemon not yet caught~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some topics that are going on in my head.. (n i m trying to find a answer to them) :&lt;br /&gt;maturity&lt;br /&gt;my interests&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;my future&lt;br /&gt;{basically, "FUTURE" sums up everything}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah lalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8633567707873159215?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8633567707873159215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8633567707873159215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8633567707873159215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8633567707873159215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-quickly-it-is-wednesday-alrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4936357321814788271</id><published>2008-01-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:52:33.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jan14 monday</title><content type='html'>went to sch supposedly for apm lesson, but.. NO APM LESSON!! argh. went into class and i was surprised to see only hadi n the lecturer.. and no one else. wad the crap. if i had been lazier, i wouldnt be such a cuckoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the lib. gosh, the lib is so packed. exams are round the corner, so everyone is in the lib studying or rushing their projects and reports. managed to find a spot on the 5th floor then i studied for pcem-lav. linear algebra and vectors. studied from 1.40 to 5. and i got brain working really hard from studying concepts and memorising formulas. n i could feel that my head became heavy and aching. went for lunch at 5. yup, lunch at 5pm. didnt take lunch until at 5pm when i felt that i need to replenish all those energy used in studying. then from 530 to 8, i had lav lesson. lots of lav studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad tat i decided to spend the time studying in the lib. otherwise i woudnt have enough time to study at home cos i will be slacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4936357321814788271?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4936357321814788271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4936357321814788271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4936357321814788271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4936357321814788271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan14-monday.html' title='jan14 monday'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-1446339158181453499</id><published>2008-01-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:34:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more to before exams, and im still not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runn i  n  g       a  w a y     from      r e a  l i ty&lt;br /&gt;. . .  ... . .  .   .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1446339158181453499?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1446339158181453499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1446339158181453499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1446339158181453499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1446339158181453499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-more-to-before-exams-and-im-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4105874396028546316</id><published>2008-01-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:35:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tue jan8 08</title><content type='html'>today's vb lesson is one if the best vb lesson. gotten full marks for the previous vb test which i thought i will not get the full marks. i think i am the only one in class to get the full marks.lol, so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the lesson, the lecturer made a comment that singaporeans are shy to say "i love you" "wad is so difficult to say that 3 words?". then someone shouted, "NO. singaporeans will say 'i fark you' " wtf man. LOL. everyone laugh, including the lecturer. gosh, my class, so ----. i bet it is the 1st time the lecturer ever taught a class like mine.. noisy, never pay attention, terrible in programming, and keep asking dumb questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, now i confirm get 65% for the overall vb marks. left another test nxt thur..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4105874396028546316?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4105874396028546316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4105874396028546316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4105874396028546316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4105874396028546316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/tue-jan8-08.html' title='tue jan8 08'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-4068906867796406391</id><published>2008-01-05T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:10:53.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am keeping long hair. i really wan to see wad i will look like with long hair. long hair, long hair long hair, looooooonnng hair. how long? i suppose, fringe long enough to cover my face and long enough to tie and a small pony tail. kinda excited. when it is not too long nor short, it starts to curl, and i dislike that. i hav to be patient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it feels like to be tall, like 180cm. but i dont think i will ever get the chance. one of my classmate, 180cm tall, said tht he dislike his height.. omg man. how can someone dun like being tall. 180cm is perfect. why does he dislike being of that height? he nvr explain.. i want to have the idea physical features, 180cm tall, and well-built, being tanned.. i wonder when the time will come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4068906867796406391?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4068906867796406391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=4068906867796406391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4068906867796406391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/4068906867796406391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-keeping-long-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-3715634002759420259</id><published>2008-01-03T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:42:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had night class just now. the lesson wasnt as difficult as i thought, really easy, with formulas to memorise. i think i should be able to get a B for this linear algebra n vectors module(LAV), provided tat i do my revision. sian. exams are approaching, but i m not rdy for them. i really want to do better this sem, hoping to get at least a distinction. then can i then live my holidays better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3715634002759420259?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-9187060676383941430</id><published>2008-01-03T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:36:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. lots of things that i was supposed to do during the 2-week, are not done. did not read up on apm, did not read up for lav, did not do rwp report. *sign* got to hurry on the rwp report, it is giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last 2 weeks, i have been watch kamen rider den-o. it has a good story. so far, i hav watched kamen rider ryuki, 555, blade, kabuto n now, den-o. kabuto is my favorite, followed by ryuki, den-o, blade and 555. and kamen rider shows are not just for kids. how shall i put it.. a 9 yr old cant possibly understand any of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have oso watched young warriors of the yang clan 2006. nice series, but since the story is focus on the time when they are young, it is left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think my time are not wasted, least i enjoyed wad i had watched. so pls go and watch kamen rider ryuki 1st, then kabuto then den-o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-9187060676383941430?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/9187060676383941430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=9187060676383941430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/9187060676383941430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/9187060676383941430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2008/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-691353240072289297</id><published>2008-01-01T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:47:41.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day1 of 2008</title><content type='html'>day 1 of 2008. somehow i dun feel like it is a new year. last year was so slack that it almost did not exist. spend the 1st 4 months at home playing computer games, watch tv, eat and sleep AND stare at the wall blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to poly, studying a course known as 'marine engineering'.. not much difficulty in its modules, except for the calculas which i took up as an addition module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, i made the resolution to be strong, fit, and get my 6-packs, but i did not fulfill it. this year, i shall make the same resolution. this time i want to fulfil it. so i am planning to exercise during the holidays, from feb to mid april. 10 weeks to get into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think about exercising alone, i feel so sian. it is so bored to jog alone. ask yuhong to go jogging, he wouldnt want to. ben has sch.. no one else to accompany me, unless i get kl to come along. but i dont want to train with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quickly, im going to be 18 this year.. i feel that im lagging in time, cos i feel like i have skipped the age of 17. i dont want to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to live in nevereverland. !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-2950999143798893442.post-8005569062431468219</id><published>2007-12-20T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:18:09.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basic fire fighting wed 19 2007</title><content type='html'>so fast and its a thursda alrdy. time moves too fast. went for basic fire fighting ytd at the SCDF academy with hadi, daniel n wai siong. i thought there will be more from our class but only 4 of us went ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used water n CO2 extinguishers, it was a fun experience though we are suppose to be preparing for an emergency situation. the girls there were funny, the way they shouted "fire! fire!" was showing no signs of urgency and there was a cute tone too it. the water extinguisher is really big and heavy n the CO2 was small but heavy too, but not as heavy as the water extinguisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a simulating where there was a small fire in a enclose compartment and we had to put it out. we had to work in pairs so i paired up with daniel and he carried a CO2 n i carried the water one. had to check the compartment door for xtreme heat. daniel was 1st to enter and he put out the fire b4 i could even get a better look at the fire. wad a weak fire since we are in a controlled environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those intructors showed us a over-roll fire which is fire on the ceiling. when they turned the fire on, gosh. it an amazing sight and amzingly scorching. we had to squat and look up the ceiling, our backs felt really really hot. like all the sweat on ur back evaporate immediately and ur skin feels really really dry and it was extremely hot. too bad i didnt took an ppictures, didnt want to risk te camera melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we were taught to put on the breathing apparatus. there is a air tank, the face mask those stuffs. it was kinda hard to breathe in the mask and the breathing sounds were really heavy. for once i felt that im actually breathing and i exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had another simulation where we had to put out a big fire in an engineroom. work in grp of 4, so jus nice, the 4 of us. we use those fire hose, those big ones and the water pressure was really great that hadi was knocked back. in the "engineroom" it was all so smokey that we cant see well except the light from the fire and it was so noisy as the water gushes out of the nozzles of the hose. had to hold those fire hoses like rifles and "shoot" at those fire. it was not a pleasant environment inside but it was a good and fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we got our certs, took a ride in hadi's dad's car to boon lay mrt. wandered abt in jurong point wif daniel n wai siong for awhile, no pretty girls.. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these fire fighting experiences, i dont want to be a fireman, i dont want to be caught in a fire situation. trust me. they are very unpleasant. life is suddenly a mystery to me again, that it sets me thinking abt my future career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8005569062431468219?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8005569062431468219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=8005569062431468219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/8005569062431468219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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possible cos i jus couldnt get 1 formula in the program to work right. im not being a show-off but it is easy to get full marks if u understand wad u r programming, unlike many of my classmates who are satisfied for a pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up together at 5++pm or was it 6+ alrdy? some ppl changed alittle, some ppl nvr change. overall the gathering went on pretty well. most ppl eat alittle and chat alot, especially those at mishal side. its not surprising since they were girls. and some pple like me and shingrong ate quite a lot of prawns, though we could fill up much more, but chat not as much. some ppl decide to "isolate" themselves n come really late n leave early. that did not make the outing like a gathering, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we decided to leave, we decided to walk instead of taking a bus, worse, we ended up walking in the opposite direction which is a really long route. but we had fun, laughters, joy while walking. n wads with dl and j, looks like they are in bgr. crap that mishal n goby in bgr too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a night, if only it will last longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-2681478692426255777?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2681478692426255777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=2681478692426255777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2681478692426255777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/2681478692426255777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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played a fighting game with bg. dun rmb the name of the game. it is flash, like little fighter but not as good. and it was funny all the way. choose random characters with names like some super kungfu stars. jacky, mr lee, red flower, green snake n so on. and with moves like no shadow kick, buddha palm n so on. and i won bg for the 1st round 2 to 1, by choosing random n he choose wad he wans. lol. i cant believe i won n he cant believe he lost. n 1st time hearing him saying a taboo. lol. wad kind of world r we living in. subsequently i lost the other rounds, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad m i even blogging about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vb test tmr.. 2e1 gathering at 6.&lt;br /&gt;and soon they will be over n a day has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6864857175920498715?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-1330351633942279767</id><published>2007-12-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:14:08.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endurance</title><content type='html'>every monday, i have no mood to go to school. as usual, today, i whined about not wanting to go to school yet i ended up in school without fail. man.. how i dislike the night class, ends at 830pm n i reached home at 930pm so tired. but if im unable to take up this challenge, how am i goin to grow up, how will i ever survive in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had free time from 315pm till 530pm. took that period to study pcem, n im glad i had the discipline to study, and so i cleared many doubts. im so relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept telling myself to study over the past weekend, but i ended up not studying. studied alittle of ecct, which is better than not studying. gosh, i have to have more self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks of "holiday" is coming.. i have to make full use of those time to study. there is really lots of work to do during the 2weeks. so i have to study everyday, at least 5hours daily. sheesh.. do i seem like kangli.. certainly NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rwp exam is tmr n vb exam is on thur. relax, nth to worry for rwp. vb, got to revise alittle.&lt;br /&gt;having 2e1 gathering on thur, after vb exam, and im looking forward to meeting friends.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live happily.. try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1330351633942279767?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1330351633942279767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-6420462412511383297</id><published>2007-12-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:14:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>end of week11.. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;went to see sportsday after gems, rained terribly. went there with hadi, xiangbin and wyman, everyone were so high despite the rain, except the 4 of us. actually, i did not want to attend, i did it for 2cca points, a shirt, n a cap, and free-flow burgers(which i managed to eat only 2). man, i feel quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;then took the mrt home with yuhong. had a quiet trip until at serangoon station. when i tried to tap out, the machine had a problem, but i managed to exit. but yuhong, who was right beind me, could not tap out. the machine KOed. LOL. it was quite embarrassing and funny at the same time with a huge crowd behind yuhong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ECCT lecture and i catch no ball... ... ... i really got to study. study for ecct, apm, pcem. do reports for rwp n gems... sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to change my specs, my eyesight is getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6420462412511383297?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6420462412511383297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6420462412511383297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/6420462412511383297'/><link 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get a B. dun wanna think too much abt it. study study. stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my thumbdrive for good. left it in the library. bye bye to my pokemon diamond n my VB work. haizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, finally completed the VB project. great satisfacton n relief.&lt;br /&gt;played pokemon diamond the entire weekend. very happy with my achievement in the game. better than the saved file i lost.&lt;br /&gt;VB.. managed to retrieve some files back, luckily i sent my VB work to my friends some time ago, otherwise i had to redo all. *phew* except for some latest VB work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i need to study for applied mech, ECCT, do rwp n gems.&lt;br /&gt;focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-4738959781546284112?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-1966121146357923997</id><published>2007-11-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:13:13.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat 24th Nov</title><content type='html'>when out with ben, broy, kartik, yuxin n kangli to parsir ris park on Saturday evening. erm, the outing shouldn't be only the 6 of us, suxin and her group are suppose to turn up but they decided not to come. we were supposed to meet up at pasir ris mrt at 5pm, but me n ben were late. wanted to meet ben at serangoon interchange but he said he will b late, but somehow, i was a late as he n met at serangoon interchange. board the bus at 5pm. broy, yuxin n kangli were there alrdy. lol. meet up with them at 530, n kartik came at 555... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a "BBQ" food are from kartik's church BBQ event. and we just went there to be served. ate lots of chicken wings cos they tasted good. and it was oso my 1st time tasting beef satay, and it shal be my last. beef satay is horrible tasting. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun among the 6 of us. but it will be better if there were only 5 of us. anyway, we tell stories. no, we weren't gossiping. and played truth or dare. all of us had to do a dare, except for broy, i guess we cant decide a dare or him. and my dare duration was the shortest, sort of make-out wif a tree. not very pleasant to view though, lol. and i was assured that i look ugly when i smile, damn, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth for kangli was really flat. there is like nth interesting about him, i dont want to mention anything more. for me, i was asked about M, M n L as always. they dont seem to get tired from it, gosh. well, im not sure if i told them all the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when going back, somehow the topic on soggy biscuit surfaced. and yuxin, broy and kangli kept asking "wad is soggy biscuit?". ben, kartik n I told them that it was sth really disgusting, sth that will dirtied n waste their memory space. still they wanted to know. "we have the choice to know" they said. "we have the choice not to tell." we replied. LOL. still we told them. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home feeling really exhausted, although we just chit-chat.. amazing. crapping has nvr drain much energy before. bathed, played pokemon and watched some tv, then kong out at 12mn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-1966121146357923997?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1966121146357923997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=1966121146357923997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1966121146357923997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2950999143798893442/posts/default/1966121146357923997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/2007/11/sat-24th-nov.html' title='Sat 24th Nov'/><author><name>kabuto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666317225629417139</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-2950999143798893442.post-8094353923081729321</id><published>2007-11-20T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:19:25.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 PULL-UPS&lt;br /&gt;FIVE pull-ups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-8094353923081729321?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-3378972681537122735</id><published>2007-11-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:42:29.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sh!t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon, i felt like skipping school, but this shouldnt be the kind of attitude i should have. so i went to school. when approaching the MRT station, i kena bird sh!t. wtf. of all the time and space in the world, the bird sh!t on me. toot. walao. i really dunno wad to say. dunno if i am unlucky, or whether good luck is coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-3378972681537122735?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950999143798893442.post-6101700576377556070</id><published>2007-11-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:05:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>met her last evening, walked past each other, a few seconds. she called out my name, eh hi, hello. she is beautiful. however, i didnt felt like how i used to feel, im glad about it. im no thinking about her unconsiously, upon my will that im thinking about her now. now is different, i am not going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school early yesterday morning, though at first i wanted to skip class, guessing that there would be no lesson, but it was still worth going to class. listened to the lecturers' talk on his life, his poly life, his life at sea. it made me realised that it is not just a career that i am choosing, but it is also the kind of life i will be walking. it is more of life than career. there are more stakes to this career that will determine my life. i asked myself, is this what i want? am i ready for it? do i have a plan? my anwer, i have nothing to lose. experiences and time. nothing to lose. nothing to lose, so i do not need to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maturity and responsibility. courage. i wonder if im growing up. time does not matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-6101700576377556070?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlekabuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6101700576377556070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2950999143798893442&amp;postID=6101700576377556070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;went to school hastily this afternoon, so i ended up forgetting to bring my calculator and notes for engineering maths. and this happened before, n i thought i reminded myself to remember to pack my things properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt about eigenvalues and eigenvectors for matrices tonight. quite easy so far, and i have no idea when i will need to apply it in my work. in life, we study many things that we will never use to earn a pay. studying for the interest and knowledge is fine, but we are forced to study them when we have no interest, and we are instil with the culture of excel-or-die. this is the kind of society which everyone hates to live in, but are still living in. i want to change it, but i don't have the strength..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2950999143798893442-7338434882794139949?l=littlekabuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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