<?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-9096096</id><updated>2011-04-23T07:06:39.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096096.post-113376948973950322</id><published>2005-12-04T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:58:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to Thy Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/9096096-113376948973950322?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113376948973950322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=113376948973950322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/113376948973950322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/113376948973950322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/12/key-to-thy-heart.html' title='Key to Thy Heart'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-113376707597625502</id><published>2005-12-04T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:17:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hiatus, Again.</title><content type='html'>It' s obviously been awhile since I last updated on this weblog of mine. So many life changing experiences. So much trials and tribulations. But yea, my faith has grown ever so strong. I don't need to go around showing off or whatsoever. It's all between me and the Father. No one else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-113376707597625502?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/113376707597625502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=113376707597625502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/113376707597625502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/113376707597625502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-hiatus-again.html' title='Long Hiatus, Again.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112507510532644743</id><published>2005-08-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:57:49.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3280b5e3"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The new project is horrible. We have to do up a site that is a soccer field's square area in 7 freaking weeks. i think a month is left. To be honest, im really like, slacking my toosh away, rotting in the monotony of projectwork. The first week was cool though. Really pia proj like woa, clockwork la. Nothing was to be left unturned. And results were good. But now...all i can say is that there is really no absolute progress. Im designing the plan from an aerial view nonstop. I can take forever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. I realised that my attitude toward school has waned. Badly. Never a day i can come early. Never a day i can come even 15 minutes late. This is bad. Very bad. No matter how kewl i do for my work, i can still fail my modules. so that A, A, B+, B+ for the previous Genesis project wont freaking help. At all. so yea. I must make effort to sleep early. Log out before 1am. Good for eyes too. And face..must make flawless. Must. Look. Good. Must. Feel. Good. That shall so be thy mantra for now. Prayers too last but not least. Need divine intercession. God will provide. I musnt give up. Yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out today. An outing to town. which rocked. Hai has a nice friend. Lets name her Sandra. She rocked, took awhile to warmup to me, but ok la. Same here. Went gilagila in no time. Had fun overall. Ate at taka and lucky. Nice boh? Den go starbux. Nice stuff. Never buy anything. Fats la! too full. And so went to the Heeren also. To do the darndest thing. Stand along railing. And rate people. Oh, how sinful. But loads of shyteful fun ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so ends my entry. Yea, this one doesnt have bulgar words. Actually, this is the way i speak. Just translated into words. See, im a clean one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-112507510532644743?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112507510532644743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112507510532644743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112507510532644743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112507510532644743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/08/outing.html' title='Outing!'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112455600562249269</id><published>2005-08-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:40:05.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostles' Creed</title><content type='html'>Im still, like, having a hard time momorising the Apostles' Creed in Malay. So yea, i got onto &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;www.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;, where the articles in Malay are freaking scant, especially Christian ones, which are heavily censored by very scared and very disturbed Malaysian authorities (lol, sounds familiar. i think some mohammedan fanatics in DLA come from malaysia too). So yeah, i took the task of typing it whole for a whole new category. And now, i can safely say that i have memorized it. Not so well la, but still can pass. hehs. Mom should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya kepada Allah, Bapa yang MahaKuasa,&lt;br /&gt;Al-Khalik langit dan bumi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya kepada kepada Yesus Kristus, Anak Tunggal Allah, Tuhan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dikandungi dengan kuasa Roh Kudus&lt;br /&gt;dan dilahirkan dara perawan Maria.&lt;br /&gt;Yang menderita di bawah pemerintahan Pontius Pilatus,&lt;br /&gt;disalibkan, mati, dan dikuburkan,&lt;br /&gt;turun kedalam kerajaan maut.&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari yang ketiga bangkit pula dari antara orang mati,&lt;br /&gt;naik ke syurga,&lt;br /&gt;duduk di sebelah kanan Allah, Bapa yang MahaKuasa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan Dia akan datang dari sana untuk menghakimi orang yang hidup dan yang mati.&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya kepada Roh Kudus,&lt;br /&gt;Gereja yang kudus dan am,&lt;br /&gt;Persekutuan orang-orang kudus,&lt;br /&gt;pengampunan dosa,&lt;br /&gt;kebangkitan daging,&lt;br /&gt;dan hidup yang kekal. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-112455600562249269?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112455600562249269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112455600562249269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112455600562249269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112455600562249269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/08/apostles-creed.html' title='Apostles&apos; Creed'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112326174414185831</id><published>2005-08-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:09:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasps*</title><content type='html'>Bleah. I wonder why so many people are so against the way i blog. Sad la. but who cares. Its the way i react to daily situations. Faith does have an impact in my life. Duh, brought up in one ufcos natural bah. Very kudus kudus. And yea, i still got the right to curse too. haiyer, whateverr la. Major SianDiao perusing over such matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, the one week term break passed real quick. And i mean REAL quick. First half of week. Can die ah. Never go out. Rot at home stare at comp screen whole day reading and editing wikipedia.org. Yea, i have a boring life. but hey, i got pick up my violin and play sia. Woa, BIG improvement, since my on-purpose sabbatical. Tried some very lol sounding jig with alot of slurs. Boy that was funny sounding. Oh no, my vibrato very salah alrdy. But practise also must make sure no one at home la. If not hor, mama will keep on pestering me. "Eh, when u want to take your violin diploma?" tsk la! i lazy to take! hur hur HUR! Ma, u wait long long hokays? Now i wanna get my As for my landscape. Some things must wait. See? i so good one ya know, nvr go gallivanting looking for a deardear to splurge my moolah one. Yah, im a selfish think for myself only my money belongs to me not anyone else person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last lap of the week then the fun began to pick up la. Went to town and its precints from Thursdays onward. wahh seh, money well spent, or rather, too well spent. And yeaaaaa, for the first time. (yea yea, go ahead laugh at me la, im damn fuking suaku) i finally go clubbing. hehs. Was an impromptu thing though. lol duh, i clubbed in SLIPPERS. How unglam to the point of glam can it get huh? The club was chosen by Ying Hui's deardear for her 18th. Very beng leh, but since i am so into techno and eurodance, it worked for me. Got many salakau leh! Total LOL-inducing seeing them dancing their omgosh ya know la. Para para. omgosh. But okay la, still nice to see. Yeaa, two weeks never drink payback time sia. At least 10 glasses. ooh, i like. I want more la! Compared to the stuff at home, which is so aunty, duh see who drinks it la, mummy dearest, dunno wat wolf blass chardonnay la...so eeyer. lol tyh and shamz commented i danced like a bitch. Hoyeahs. Wanna go again before dear Shamz leaves for Norway once more. 11 more days!! MUST meet up. Holland V happy hours are a beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den the next day, or rather, few hours later, gotta go for ministry meeting. You can ownself imagine how sleepy i was la hor? And they HAD to do a really cheem meeting with cheem content and i totally forced myself to cram in whatever is being brought forth. So yea, fake nods galore la. yayness, i gonna be usher for the church service again. I like being usher le. Can smile alot and shake people hands and pass them the cute pamphlets and rattling off a plethora of niceties. And to think i had obsessive compulsive disorder back then. Touch abit must clean. Madness. Go home. Sleep. Loong sleep. Sunday den wake up. Heh, den go town after church again. Ipehn treated. Swensens somemore. Nice le, so long never go makan there. wooh, i have such dahhling frens. And yea i know. I will have to treat them back one fine day too. lol lol. Oh, and by the way, i found out a really OMGOSH thing. My ex-colleague Seok Heah frm JP's swensens is now working at the Crown Holte branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the horrors of all maha horrors. oops, i dunno any English equivalent of a HUGE shocking thing la so "maha" suffices la hor. Yea, Seok Heah and all her clumsy glory, blurblur. haha, the JP staff loved her till they hated her. Period. I had to hide my face with the menu whenever she walked past. Heng ah, she was posted in another station. Whatever ah. i just dowanna see her. But i really wanna meet up with Shuyi and Teety and Nana and Jenny and Mother. These people. i love. And i really miss working at Swensens man. Free food le. You can get nothing better den dat. At least not monetarily-wise la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-112326174414185831?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112326174414185831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112326174414185831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112326174414185831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112326174414185831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/08/gasps.html' title='*gasps*'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112220063072449299</id><published>2005-07-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:23:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hort Expression</title><content type='html'>Term break is here. Nothing special really. Its just one fuckin week that will surely make no difference, passing through like a blink. eew, weird connontations i said le. Oh heck, project's now over. I have to say lah, my group really really rocked. And yea, im telling the truth, not bad for a habitual kidder. And yea, the project went well. So smooth le, and i loved the design like woa. Its like some fukin good shit. hehs. Mind you, being in a project group where everyone else dont curse is really a hard thing for me. True, im as holyholy. lol, Alkitab readings anywhere and everywhere, praying before and after everything.  But that doesnt mean my foul mouth is a hindrance for me to get closer to God no? Im sure Jesus wont mind me screaming KNNBCCB when im super fucked and pissed and frustrated with my self induced mistakes. Who are humans to judge la. Chibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes la. My beloved group based our design concept on the first chapter of the first book of the Old Testament. Yea yea, how convenient, owing to the fact at least two out of the four in the group has the Bible on the desk at any given time. Wahh seh, in three languages some more. Very United Nations hor. But den, i now say holyholy abit la hor? The Holy Spirit guided my grp to that title so yea. And Genesis it is. Yea, the "In the beginning, God created heaven and earth" story. And den hor, my group though over and over the word Genesis, what it means, what it signifies...bla bla..design is sucha frikkin bitch during the starting process. We decided to do a storybased line thing in the design of the garden. A fukin pathetic 6metres by 6metres square in the middle of nowhere. Ok, its somewhere, that Pasir Panjang Nursery, but i seriously doubt anyone will ever come to that place, lest you be a horticultural student, a worker frm NParks or some shit or just plain boliao you want to waste your time getting mozzie bites and melting under the cruel tropical sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so now right, we all submitted for our first interim the design proposal la. As usual lo. Tay hated it. Duh, that flaming atheist leaning toward Buddhism human being. Cheebye. He got guts ya knw. Stood up and clutched his chest and say right to our faces. "I am offended that you have chosen to Christianize this project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabei lu ah. First things first. The Genesis story is just one of the many creation stories around the world. And it isnt specifically Christian, although its canonical in OUR religion, but thats another thing altogether. Jews and Muslims do hold it to be genuine and until today all three faiths still uphold the Sabbath day lo. But i hafta say nay on the Muslim part la. The Muslims in my course are just, satanic. See la, i see such pple who are not even proud of what they practice, how to have a good impression of their faith? So yea, that explains my slight dislike toward ya know who lah. Terrorists another matter. That one i talk later on. Wait long long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to properly appease and soothe tensions in class, we had to rethink that idea again, rephrase a great deal of words, sometimes even omitting the word "Creator" as well. Shit fuck la, why does my course have so many fucking atheists. Sorry lo, but i just cant stand that fact. Den now hor, our design becomes something very politically correct and i dare say i will slap anyone who dares criticize the design intent and the conceptual interpretation. Which happened, nonetheless. Now the concept of Genesis is smthn like reaching for greater heights and being and upholding the NParks vision of city in a garden and allowing people to interact with nature that kind of shit la. Wahh seh, NICE BOH?? See? my group very clever one. Model make nice nice. Presentation boards i do all, also very nice cos i love my group members too much la. Must honour them. Everything also do nice nice. Very the coordinated one ya know. Thanks to God. hah. In yer face ya flaming atheists. And tell ya what, even the lecturers including Tay were amazed by our group unity. No need talk look ta each other also can present something very naish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Fucking funny thing is, during presentation, some assholes still wanna ask and rebuke the seemingly two most strongest and most openly Christian members i.e. Sarah and I.&lt;br /&gt;But den we were all too woozy because of the irish cream we downed before the presentation. *gasps* alcohol consumption within school grounds. durrrsh la, i put absolut in my metal canteen and drink during lecture also have la. They wanna shoot at me cos the day before i seemingly offended and ruffled some human feathers [read : Ego], when i said to a particular group which FUCKING BLATANTLY used the concept of the Bodhi tree. Ya know, the tree where Buddha got enlightened. CHIBET, and that group blatantly mentioned BUDDHA, BUDDHIST, ENLIGHTENMENT, RELIGION like for an eternity you know!!! Please lorh. But sorry guys, i wasnt meaning to shoot at yr group, cos Tay was standing there, so i wanted to irritate him only. And so i brought forth la "The very concept of putting a Bodhi tree and Buddha's enlightenment in your garden is it a good idea? it would seem like non Buddhists will not be compelled to enter. And will it be offensive to people who adhere to other faiths?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seh, that question really want to make many people sa jiao and go durrrsh and diaozz many times over la. So the a particular human being in my course i fell out with because of my faith and the fact i speak the same language as him and hes not too happy with the fact that i use the word "Tuhan Allah" in my prayers to Jesus Christ. He BOH LAM BA. Dunch dare ask me in the eye. hah. Now who's the fucked up asshole, skank? He go send messenger, char bor some more. Wa, this guy hor, really boh lam ba. So she go ask me the very same question. "Your concept is Genesis. Genesis is based on Christian story, cos you mentioned its taken from the story of Genesis. Wouldnt non Christians not want to enter an obviously Christian concept garden? I would, and i would be offended"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I stare at her damn fucking stoned la. Den smiled. In my heart i say, "u fucking bitch, why you listen to such a fucking loser and deliver his message who cant even stand up and bash the people he dunch like a.k.a. Christians". Den Sarah and I delivered an ab fab retort that really want to make people sa jiao and faitn and wake up and faint again. Please la. All four of us in my group did sufficient research on this subject and guess what, during the actual presentation itself we NEVER even said the word "God" when so many of you idiots out there who arent even Christian, Muslim or Jewish or subscribing to a monotheistic religion scream "Oh my God" everytime you see something shocking or just plain dumb. Fuck kanasai la. Very wuliao you know these kind of people. Bless them la. They got no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den got another idiot also ask la. Go ask Amie. "Why dont you use the word Creation instead of an obviously Christian word, that is, Genesis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina beh chau chee Bet. That was like the lamest suggestion on the whole of this universe lah! Ami was quick to answer, an obvious sign that she prepared like wah liew the night before. Language doesnt matter. And its up to the designers discretion to choose whatever title head for a project. hah, in yer face you idiot-whos-so-into-eastern-religious-syncretism. heh. Ok you go and look at the Malay language Bible, which my family reads. Please lo. The book of Genesis is known as "Kejadian" in Malay. So like how ah? Other people cannot use the word "Kejadian" already leh, cos why? It's a Christian word. Same case for the Mandarin and Tamil Language Bibles ya know. Tamil explicitly translates it as CREATION. And Mandarin go make fancyfancy, say "A miraculous creation tale" or smthn. Get the logic you idiots who obviously eat only Stoopid Cereals for breakfast every morning. Language is language. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so damn happy with my group project. Im so going to miss working with Tuson, Amie, and Sarah. And i thank God for this wonderful and fruitful term. Bless us all. Amen. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-112220063072449299?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112220063072449299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112220063072449299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112220063072449299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112220063072449299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/07/hort-expression.html' title='Hort Expression'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112040830161546549</id><published>2005-07-03T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:35:12.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: October 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quick, clever and analytical.&lt;br /&gt;A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine.&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/9096096-112040830161546549?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112040830161546549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112040830161546549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112040830161546549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112040830161546549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthdate.html' title='Birthdate'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-112022480269815982</id><published>2005-07-01T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:33:22.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea. Been a while since i last posted here. Projectwork is suuuuper sian. Duh. As expected la. I see myself slacking the days away. But surprisingly, i do belive that my work is actually above average and even when i don't attend lectures i actually read up so i wont miss out. and i havent. Just a pity my attendance SUCKS. Horrible i tell ya. Super dee duper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my project group!!! Thank you Lord for Tuson, Sarah and Amie!! They're the bestest mates i can ever wish for. lol, we're actually supposed to pray before and after every meeting. But yea, we've been slacking. You know lah, teenagers, who eat and eat and snack and talk nonsense all day long. Pigs. 'nuff said. But then hor, i suggested with much seriousness today. We're left with two more weeks to pia project. So we must do intensive work. So we shall pray and not forget our quiet time with the Lord. lol, as usual, all of us begin to tease Tuson, but yea, we all should be alert too. Just like how alert u gonna be when youre hunting. Precision is important. And precision with God's grace will ultimately save the day! Yah, save our project work man! Must do well! My grades soooo must help my failing attendance records. Durrsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyama's back home in Singapore! Can say la, Shamz rely blossomed into a woa lass. Open minded (duh she was back in CTSS), no she's even more open now, gives her opinions freely. Thats good, been a while since i had a serious intellectual talk over wine and margaritas. YingHui was present too la, and everything was a fricking blast! Healthy fun, healthy conversations about life. Love them to bits! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, got sale at G2000 le. Tuson and Sarah called me just for that. Thanks guys! So gotta get black smart pants and a chich looking black top. Will be so cool. And heard its freakin cheap too! Gotta go buy after church man! woot wootz. Hais, i still wanna get stuff from TopMan le. They just look so yummy.And new shoes and berms or capri pants. Nice! Oh yea, wanna get the latest Alkitab too. Leather covers and Jesus' words in red lettering i think. Even nicer. Reading God's Word will be sucha blast with that new Alkitab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell group was splendid today. We learnt that Jesus died to save all our sins once and for all. And His love unconditional, meaning all laws He has hierarchy over la. And that God doesnt want us to be fearful with fulfilling laws. He wants us to love Him as we can. If busy, nevermind, later can. God is always there. He loves us so much and love in the heart, our hearts, that with it, we are compelled to do good from our own initiatives. No need for rigid prayer, rosary sayings, prostrations, joss stick burnings, whatever. See how easy it is? Christ made it easy for us all. Laws on earth are actually directions to lead the blind to Him! And we who have known Him are now seeing children of God!! Amen and Hellelujah! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing tmrw afternoon before Bahasa Melayu worship service at st.James. Gonna have a loooong day ahead man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-112022480269815982?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/112022480269815982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=112022480269815982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112022480269815982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/112022480269815982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/07/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111928421091094553</id><published>2005-06-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:16:50.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Prayer</title><content type='html'>Give thanks to the Lord and call upon His name. (Ps. 105:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o   Dear God, I offer you this gift of thanks and praise.&lt;br /&gt;o   I will remember your name forever.&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when you entered my heart and you gave me your love?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when you touched my soul and you gave me faith?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when I cried out to you and you gave me peace?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when I prayed for healing and you gave me your love?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when I was angry and you gave me grace?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when I was falling and you lifted me up?&lt;br /&gt;o   Do you remember when I was afraid and you comforted me?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia! Thanks be to God for His great gifts of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111928421091094553?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111928421091094553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111928421091094553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111928421091094553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111928421091094553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/06/thanksgiving-prayer.html' title='Thanksgiving Prayer'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111911461608524978</id><published>2005-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:10:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>My Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you - Psalm 139:1&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up - Psalm 139:2&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways - Psalm 139:3&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered - Matthew 10:29-31&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image - Genesis 1:27&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being - Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring - Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived - Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation - Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book -Psalm139:15-16&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live -Acts17:26&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made - Psalm 139:14&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb - Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born - Psalm 71:6&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me - John 8:41-44&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love - 1John 4:16&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you - 1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child and I am your father - 1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could - Matthew 7:11&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father - Matthew 5:48&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand - James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs - Matthew 6:31-33&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope - Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love - Jeremiah 31:3&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore -Psalm139:17-18&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing - Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you - Jeremiah 32:40&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession - Exodus 19:5&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul - Jeremiah 32:41&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things - Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me - Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart - Psalm37:4&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires - Philippians 2:13&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine -Ephesians3:20&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager - 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles - 2Corinthians1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you - Psalm 34:18&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart -Isaiah 40:11&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes - Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth -Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus - John 17:23&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed - John 17:26&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being - Hebrews 1:3&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you - Romans 8:31&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins - 2 Corinthians5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled - 2 Corinthians5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you...1 John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love... Romans 8:31-32&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me...1 John 2:23&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you from my love again... Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen...Luke15:7&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father, and will always be Father...Ephesians3:14-15&lt;br /&gt;My question is...Will you be my child?...John 1:12-13&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you...Luke 15:11-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Dad, Almighty God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111911461608524978?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111911461608524978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111911461608524978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111911461608524978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111911461608524978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111884901051157902</id><published>2005-06-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:14:14.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something nice. Something good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What Christianity is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not about religion&lt;br /&gt;2. It's not about going to church&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not about Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not about having a nice English name&lt;br /&gt;5. It's not about having to do good&lt;br /&gt;6. It's not about practicing do's and don'ts&lt;br /&gt;7. It's not about being Westernized&lt;br /&gt;8. It's not about being rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What Christianity is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the cross, and the answer is there. It's all about relationship, the vertical and the horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vertical Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a relationship between God and man. How do we relate with Him?&lt;br /&gt;In order for the relationship to work, we need to know who who He is.&lt;br /&gt;And when we know Him, then we can talk, chat, and hear what He is going to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says that God is love. (1 John 4:16)&lt;br /&gt;The one who does not love does not know God, for God is love. (1 John 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;God, although He created all things, He is also our Father - Our Heavenly Father. (Matthew 6:1, 4, 6, 8, 9)&lt;br /&gt;And we are His children (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see Luke chapter 15 verse 11 to 32. It tells the story of the prodigal son.&lt;br /&gt;We are like the prodigal son, lost and enduring all the rubbish this world gives us, separated from our Daddy. But Daddy is waiting for us to come back, and has always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Horizontal Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a relationship between man and man.&lt;br /&gt;We are to relate to each other in love.&lt;br /&gt;Because God loves us, so we are to love one another too.&lt;br /&gt;No one has beheld God at anytime; if we love one another, God abides in us, and His love is perfected in us. (1 John 4:11-12)&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "I love God," And hates his brother, he is a liar; for the one who does not love his brother whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen. (1 John 4:20)&lt;br /&gt;So, as human beings, we ought to, we have to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my pals, family, my country, and especially to &lt;strong&gt;Lord Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111884901051157902?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111884901051157902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111884901051157902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111884901051157902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111884901051157902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-nice-something-good.html' title='Something nice. Something good.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111876015396392937</id><published>2005-06-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:42:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Week of School.</title><content type='html'>School reopened. Nothing special la. Just that, the project is as ambiguous and sketchy with the details all over the place. Tired le. Everyday "discover" new things. Then the group has to change many portions to suit the brief requirements.&lt;br /&gt;It's a group project this time round. So blessed to our Good Lord that i have Amidela, Sarah and Tuson as my beloved groupmembers.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i beseech unto You, that with your Grace and Your Holy Spirit, our minds will be tweaked with constant flows of ideas so we can design the most wow 6m x 6m plot of land for our garden. And with You love for us may be reflected on each other, as we love and respect one another in the group, called ATAS and Above. haha, corny, but its the makeup of our names, which is so nice la!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for inspiring us with the design concept, called Genesis, frm the very first book of the OT we open to. That very first chapter. That is so mysterious, yet comforting to know that You are the only One who is capable of doing such things. And that before everything ever existed, You were there all along! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;So now, let us reflect on that chapter and let everyone read abt it, how You created everything in six wonderful days and with the last day being the Holy Sabbath where you sat on your comfy sofa and sipped nice camomile tea. Woot woot. Praise You Lord~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis Chapter 1 :-as told by my New Living Translation Good Book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1- &lt;strong&gt;In the beginning&lt;/strong&gt;, God created the heavens and the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2- The earth was empty, a formless mass cloaked in darkness. And the &lt;strong&gt;Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; of God was hovering over its surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3- Then God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4- And God saw that it was good. Then he separated the light from the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5- God called the light "day" and the darkness "night". Together, these made up one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6- And God said, "Let there be space between the waters, to separate water from water."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7- And so it was. God made this space to separate the waters above frome the waters below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8- And God called the space "sky". That happened on the second day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9- And God said, "Let the waters beneath the sky be gathered into one place so dry ground may appear." And so it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10- God named the dry ground "land" and the water "seas". And God saw that it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11- Then God said, "Let the land burst forth with every sort of grass and seed-bearing plant. And let there be trees that grow seed-bearing fruit. The seeds will then produce the kinds of plants and trees from which they came." And so it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12- The land was filled with seed-bearing plants and trees, and their seeds produced plants and trees of like kind. And God saw that it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13- This all happened on the third day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14- And God said, "Let bright lights appear in the sky to separate the day from the night. They will be signs to mark off the seasons, the days, and the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15- Let their light shine down upon the earth." And so it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16- For God made two great lights, the sun and the moon, to shine down upon the earth. The greater one, the sun, presides during the day; the lesser one, the moon, presides through the night. He also made the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17- God set these lights in the heavens to light the earth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18- to govern the day and the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19- This all happened on the fourth day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20-And God said, "Let the waters swarm with fish and other life. Let the skies be filled with birds of every kind." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21- So God created great sea creatures and every sort of fish and every kind of bird. And God saw that it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22- Then God blessed them, saying, "Let the fish multiply and fill the oceans. Let the birds increase and fill the earth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23- This all happened on the fifth day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24- And God said, "Let the earth bring forth every kind of animal--livestock, small animals, and wildlife." And so it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25- God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to reproduce more of its own kind. And God saw that it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26- Then God said, "&lt;strong&gt;Let us &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a id="redlink" href="http://newlivingtranslation.com/bibles/verse_finder.asp?DataPosted=YES&amp;txtSearchString=Genesis%201&amp;amp;check=YES#26"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in our image, to be like ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;. They will be masters over all life--the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, and all the livestock, wild animals, and small animals." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27- &lt;strong&gt;So God created people in his own image; God patterned them after himself; male and female he created them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28- God blessed them and told them, "&lt;strong&gt;Multiply and fill the earth and subdue it.&lt;/strong&gt; Be masters over the fish and birds and all the animals." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29- And God said, "Look! I have given you the seed-bearing plants throughout the earth and all the fruit trees for your food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30- And I have given all the grasses and other green plants to the animals and birds for their food." And so it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31- Then God looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was excellent in every way. This all happened on the sixth day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amin. After typing it all,  i understood it much better. Hope you guys have also. Remember, scripture reading daily is essential for us all to grow more in the Lord. ok? woot woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111876015396392937?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111876015396392937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111876015396392937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111876015396392937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111876015396392937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/06/third-week-of-school.html' title='Third Week of School.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111713920686825650</id><published>2005-05-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:28:07.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo to your reality TV rubbish.</title><content type='html'>And so it has been announced. The new American Idol has been crowned. Carrie Underwood. Felicitations. May you continue on your winning streak and sing and sing and sing and release album by album until you finally reach past your expiry date. Haiya, thats the life of a celebrity ba. Sad and true.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest. I cant fathom why everyone is so hot and bothered about reality tv shows. Its like popular shit or something. Everyone HAS to watch that particular show if not, youre not in the in group. Rubbish. How come people must be sooo shocked when they get to know that i dont watch such reality shows and all? Sure, theyre a novel creation and all. I do admit i watched the first season with much vigour and zeal, like its some warped up religious duty i have to fulfil. Woa, that takes the shitcrap fixed religious whatnot out of islam. lol. Do i see you islamic fundies coming after me? Lai. I shall digress no more. Again, when i announce my preference for shows that have a plot, actually personifies human emotions in fake settings, people around me go *gasp* *oh my fucking god you watch that boring thing?!*&lt;br /&gt;Take note : i dont use the Lord's name in vain. its all these pagan and non observant friends i have who think its so cool to say such words like "god-damn" dan lain-lain lagi. Please la. God loves us all. How can he condemn His kids? He really damn you den you know. Stop saying such things can? Shit. how come tonight i digress alot one..ok back to the issue. I am proud to say that i enjoy watching shows like, Boston Public, the Practice, C.S.I., Alias. To me, these shows demand a whole heckload of concentration from me. I get to witness emotions brought forth, suspense, frustration. Duh, you're bound to kind of loathe at least one character in every show. Discussion on the characters are fun, as we talk about something fictional. Not abouth real people with real lives to live out.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine la. You go watch reality show. You see the people on it. Theyre normal people like you and me. But in the show, they're brought out to look as if theyre the scum of the earth. Personality like fuck. And so we, as impressionistic people, we begin to talk and gossip about fellow human beings. Poof, we sin la. Like how some people dont like a particular performer in American Idol or something, they create lies about him/her. Put the person down like no business. Now, put yourself in the person who's being gossiped about. How'd you feel if people were to say such things about you? The implications are far less lower la of course. When one is part of a fictional show. You play the part to be disliked. Thats a skill. Being disliked for acting out the character is like, a success. Cos people actually talk about it. They feel. Fake character ba. Wont feel hurt. But real life person in real life show. Sure will hurt one. Come say more bad things la. You hurt the person unknowingly. And best part, you sin more and more.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a personal preference of mine actually. These so called reality shows arent made out to be as real as possible. Get this straight la. Life is only interesting when we have God in our hearts. But seeing these people chasing desires of the flesh. Backstabbing each other. Producers editting to portray a particular person as an evil being. Haiyer! tsk-ful lah all these things. You want to say porn is the real-est thing to reality tv? Dont bank on it. Even porn needs to be edited. Reality tv shows really blur the line between reality and fiction. And since im sucha hardcore conformist, it really throws me out of whack. And i dont like being thrown out of whack. There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111713920686825650?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111713920686825650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111713920686825650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111713920686825650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111713920686825650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/boo-to-your-reality-tv-rubbish.html' title='Boo to your reality TV rubbish.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111713607678850225</id><published>2005-05-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:34:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality-wise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeeecolor:#eaeaea;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bg&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#353535;"&gt;Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Warmth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Liveliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Social Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Abstractness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Independence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tension&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/cattell-16-factor.html"&gt;Take Cattell 16 Factor Test (similar to 16pf)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111713607678850225?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111713607678850225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111713607678850225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111713607678850225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111713607678850225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/personality-wise.html' title='Personality-wise.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111691192563754830</id><published>2005-05-22T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:18:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport's a bitch.</title><content type='html'>Mama, brother and I went to some cousin's wedding reception. And we had to take the bus to Boon Lay. Afternoon, what you expect la. The wait was amazingly agonizingly slooow. And so my bro got bored and he got up and ran to the store to get the Sunday NewPaper. And as he was queueing up to pay the bloddy 80 cents, the stupid 172 bus came, lo and behold. I dont know la, but my bro is like a dumbo or something. Maybe not him, i know! Its that stupid cashier la. Scan so slow. Take her own sweet time, like as if shes living in Nepal or something, fucking stuck in the fucking middle ages. Den my bro also one more thing. Just dump the coins and dash out la. Rugby player can run right. lol, wait. I run faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, bus arrive already. My ma asked the fucking asshole of a busdriver to wait. She asked nicely ok?! But den that fucker just throw face, look away and drove off. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. I was already pissed with the newspaper thing. And no, this. Fuck. I was boiling mad. Admittedly, i forgot abt God. So then right, i was sooooo buay song with the bus driver and the company he worked for. SBS. I took the thing in my hand. My wallet. And so i threw as hard as i could at the bus. Piak! Got loud sound. The feeling was sweeeet. Everyone actually turned and looked at me in a multitude of expressions. I pity that shuai ge who was drooling away napping on the window when my wallet hit the window he was drooling on. He woke up with such a rude shock la can. Sorry la. I saw you drool and nap also still look so yandao. hahaha. Den he gave me that angry fucked up look. So no choice. I showed the vintage obscene sign for "screw you all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man the feeling was swell. Actually not that swell. I got throw my shoe at bus before. Assholes lah these bus drivers can? The feeling was strangely euphoric. nevermind the people staring in shock or disdain or whatever la. But i always feel this strange kind of pride after doing some thing. After all, we the commuters, are also the customers. And the customer is always right. And when we run like fucking mad to the bus already, and the bus drive just ignores on  purpose and drives off with the most screwed up sardine face. We HAVE the basic human right to actually voice out and do something. Since actually writing in giving feedbacks to the bus companies or even the Straits Times absolutely does no good at all. We shall take matters into our own hands la. Throw rubbish at the bus. Swear like a deranged maniac. Those who know your words well. Swear and rebuke the bus driver so badly u create a scene and thus make him throw face until he wants to go crying to his mama. Wait, ther're female bus drivers too. But so far female bus drivers havent kao bei with me yet. So you chicks are on my good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed that bus drivers are NEVER good looking? How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember. The customer is always right. So what if the bus has a schedule to adhere to. Just stopping for a second wont hurt. We do need to reach our destinations too. adn they dare say they want to raise busfares. Let's all give a big "BOO" and throw litter at buses now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111691192563754830?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111691192563754830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111691192563754830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111691192563754830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111691192563754830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/public-transports-bitch.html' title='Public Transport&apos;s a bitch.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111631641865270248</id><published>2005-05-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:53:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought my home looked horrid. Its not.</title><content type='html'>Been home viewing for three days in a row. So farking tired of it la can? Its a family affair thing, so everyone has to go view it and survey the house, the surroundings, the neighbours. And i have the job of sniffing out fishy stuff. You know what i mean larh. Surprisingly, i do good as a psychic PI now. haha, how nice. Ok, i just want to shout it out. I am so sick and and frustrated viewing other people's homes which have a chance of becoming the box my family and i will live in until I, Ash, move out after i start earning lotsa moolah. And i mean lots of it. Wish me luck. Better do better in my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokays, my mom and bro adamantly insist on getting a place within ChuaChuKang. And im secretly wishing to live in somewhere else. Like, cmon la, whats the point of miving when you just move your belongings to another block/apartment/house 5 blocks away? Or even worse, i've heard of people moving WITHIN the same fucking block. What the hell la. Last time live 10th floor. Then they literally downgrade to 2nd floor. Wah lau eh. Waste energy like that. Then i'd rather stay put in this apartment i've called home for the past 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we view every house thats attempting to get sold by their owners. Think of it like this, same vicinity, sure will same kind of layout the apartment right? And so we are exposed to the same kind of house layouts again and again and again. I have a pictorial memory by the way. So now all i see are the state of each and every same layout home. And all i can do is really really roll my eyes and hold back my urge to really puke in the very house itself. I though my home looked horrid la. Well, i thought otehr people's homes were nicer looking. Parquet flooring, oh-so-comfy. And all that whatnot that makes a home look nice. Cos my house is like, empty. Very empty. Something like, wide open vistas. haha, they can qualify as vistas already. And only huge floral vases in an attempt to divert one's attention from the cold empty spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then compare to the houses i've seen. I think i've come to appreciate my own house even more. Try entering a really smelly home, weird weird smell, like stale sambal or something. And worse, all you can see is clutter. Absolute clutter. Some people CANNOT let go of their zeal to beautify the home. So try imagining vases crammed into every nook and cranny with fake flowers spilling over, antique trinkets from Indonesia or something, furniture that dont match at all. And some cases, when the place is messy, its not clutter messy, its messy and dirty. Walls caked with grime. I want to faint. Everything lah. Sticky kitchen floors. Faecal smells in master bedrooms! House layouts that are so salah i feel like crying just seeing how sad the pile of mattresses literally clumped together languish on the dirty floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theres also the houses that are so bare i cant even imagine how people can even live in such caves. No wall paintings no nothing. Just simple bedroom sets, wardrobe and bed or smthn like that. Or a tv and a double seater sofa. And the thing is, the house is huge. Tsk-ful le. Haiyer, whatever already larh, my mom is having a dilemma on which house to buy. Anything goes. Just hope the new house wont EVER turn out like all the pig sties or CMI minimalistic houses. Maybe these homeowners love their money too much liaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of talking about houses. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111631641865270248?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111631641865270248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111631641865270248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111631641865270248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111631641865270248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-i-thought-my-home-looked-horrid.html' title='And I thought my home looked horrid. Its not.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111613630960677501</id><published>2005-05-16T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:51:49.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRC</title><content type='html'>Lai, let me show you something i posted on SgboyX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the pple on SGBOY's irc are like so racist la. no offense.&lt;br /&gt;my race got problem.&lt;br /&gt;my religion also got problem, cos its not de religion they think i should be adhering to.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;super dee duper racist.&lt;br /&gt;im not inside requesting a screw or some quickie.&lt;br /&gt;just talk. harmless chatting.&lt;br /&gt;to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;and relieve the insomnia in me.&lt;br /&gt;is it so toxic talking to a fellow human being?&lt;br /&gt;is it so toxic talking to a person who by choice refuses to jiang hua yu?&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, irc chat is in singlish, not pinyin.&lt;br /&gt;i am yet to see someone do that.&lt;br /&gt;i got this all off my chest. hope people wont get offended. sorry. haiyer, but i sure some will. im a marked boy. :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with a sad smiley too. Yes, im sad. Super sad can! Like, i go on IRC once in a blue moon one. And hear me out you horny bastards out there. I aint looking for sex, paid or free-of-charge. I just want to expand my friends circle. AJs especially. Thats all. Isnt it so hard to talk to a non-Chinese?! Fucking hell. Satan-damn racists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note : i dont use the Lord's name in vain. Those who do, may yourot in hell. Im not Catholic, theres no such thing as purgatory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now let me give you a guide on how to survive on aj irc channels. Girls can also take note. Some guys in there are pretty hot. And bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Select a pretty attractive nickname. And a unique one. Remember, the key to being PM-ed is to lelong yourself. Be an attention whore. Add your desired age. Want to know people your age? Be truthful with your age. Caution, you might be privy to horny bastards wanting to fuck you upside down. Pedophiles. Take heed. Still unfazed? Its perfectly alright to have suggestive nicks. Try slimbtm, seekltr, callboy, seekons, virginboi, camfun. Haiyer! so cliched, i cant think of any. Cos im a good boy. I aint no whore. Look out for me, my nicks are something as follows : nool17, LmAo17, mcB, MaNtiCoRe. I cant put Ash for mine. Apparently thanks to the pokemon craze,everyone wants to be called Ash cos its cool. Nonsense. The first half of my real name is pronounced as "Ash". I should have the right to put my nick as Ash or its variants. I cant put my real name right? Thats like suicide la. And so the oversharing. Now you know why im not a regular. Yet i know sufficiently enough to want to kill every asshole in these channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be friendly and honest. Take note of this if you want to make genuine friends you can hang out with and go for kopi. Nothing beats a nice "hello !" than a fucked up "intro". No opening no nothing. How rude. Yes, its alright to reply talk abit. These people are possible noobs, sian-ned regulars, or idiots with no manners. In this world, stats are necessary. I am blessed with 170/18/59. No short of people going "ooooh". Yes, people here are shallow. We see skin-deep. Something like sex first. Talk later. After being nice, then normal la, pic exchanging, talk talk talk, den exchange msn contacts. Be truthful and do gain their trust. Humour an added bonus. Guys here bent on making friends dont discriminate. Theyre the nicest lot on these realms. Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be a selective plastic bitch. Self explanatory. You can also practise a no-pic-no-talk policy. Thats so mean la. But if de other party talks and u find him cool, nvm la. Den scarly when finally show the pic. SO not your type. Or worse, nobodys type. Quasimodo. I shall go repent later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Pertaining to above point, if youre not in the mood to make friends, its perfectly alright to harass people. Duh? its the online realm. No one will bother to track you down. Unless they know how you look like, and your some hot hunky babe and they want to stalk you until you are forced to date them. Please be nice. Dont harass Quasimodos. Go and harass those teeko lau ah peks who dare to pay for a quickie and say they will drive to pick you up. Play with them. I urge you to. So what if theyre nice people in their other life. These people deserve to be punished. Go give them false info. Turn them on with bluffs. Share what you have said with your msn contacts. Laugh at these desperate humans. Even worse, arrange to meet. Give a fake address, or even the address of that particular someone you detest. So hot. Phone number also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Dont give racists a chance. Yalah, if youre Chinese, den Praise the Lord. Pple still will talk to you. If youre not, and these assholes will say, sorry or Bye!!!. Go and start hurling vulgarities at them. Use your brains now. These fuckers dont have brains. Their brains are their cock-heads. Horny guys with no brains never make good company. Make them cry. Being a bitch now is like, so necessary. Use cheem English. They will go ???. Or if you're good in pidgin, use it. Something like, si bei kanina. tiu lei mahai. lan jiao bin, chibai fucker, jantan sundal. Gosh, so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Promote yourself. That publick chat function is there for you to display your "im bored, talk to me anyone" Den throw in your Fridae account url or that darling boyfile url of yours. Remember, the people here are visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Wanna be a regular? Have a unique nick no one will have. And be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You got to be a guy. Wait, just now i mentioned girls can also read to know right? Aiyah, just pretend to be a guy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish, try applying these pointers. Confirm can survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111613630960677501?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111613630960677501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111613630960677501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111613630960677501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111613630960677501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/irc.html' title='IRC'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111609812634708118</id><published>2005-05-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:22:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom of Heaven.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as in the day before this date, a Friday. I was supposed to go out with Bryan. To go to Marina Bay and have a little picnic. You know la, makan session. Sad fact is, Bryan suddenly went missing. sms no reply, call no reply. Bryan pang seh me! LoL&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, bless him. Until today i still have no word on him. And im fuggin worried. Bryan what happened to yoo?? I sitting down here worried sick and wondering where you've gone haa.&lt;br /&gt;But, my day was saved. By God's grace right, Laura called me. She said she was going out with HongYing to makan in town. And i could be present too. Praise the Lord la. He so good to me, He so good to Laura and HongYing. Bless everyone i saw that day. Including that really really chio lady busker sitting down outside Centerpoint singing. Uber beautiful i tell you. And she opened her beautiful mouth and sang. Wow, it was a man's voice. I wanted to faint. But surprisingly, it was good. So good. I should have gone and taken a pic with her/him. On Laura's cam. Since i dint bring mine. Go join Spore Idol. Wear so meletop meletop. Wooh. Then introduce herself.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Kenneth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i took my sweet time to meet them at FishnCo. To FishnCo on a full stomach. And a sore throat. Wah liew. So oily. I ate nothing. Thank goodness I was already full. Kingdom of Heaven is like a super bloody epic la. So violent. I could see Laura squirming in her seat. Covering her ears. So funny can! And HongYing sat like, so leaning forward. So engrossed. The show was so gruesome. And i loved it! Read about the Crusades before. I loved the Children's Crusade history. Sad, sick, yet interesting. History never looked this good. And after it all, Laura said she dint understand one bit. Cineleisure was like uber packed lo. At 10pm. Woah, if only i had the liberty to stay out late and hang around town or some place chic and wooh. I tell you, sure my money supply will go bust in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money matters. Volatile subject in my household. As we all know, only my dearly beloved mama supports my brother, my two cats, herself and me in this giant house of ours. I know la, my mama is trying to save up for us and stuff. Soon or later shes gonna leave Spore and i told her, i dun wanna follow, cos i wanna live in Spore. haha, u knw la right. Den maybe i can finally have my own freedom. I wonder if she will let me club when i turn 18, stay out late, go for midnight movies, wine and dine. I know, the answear is like, a super "NO, no, maybe/no and NO."&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say this la. I think my mama fears i will get into the wrong company. Pleasssse larh!&lt;br /&gt;I shall name you the people i cherish and i know i can survive with the whole day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su - I've known her for yonks. She know me like, inside out, and vice versa. Its all platonic. Get it into your system, mother. I will NEVER date her as a potential mate nor have sex with her nor even take her as a wife. Honestly mama, you take your muslim values into stereotyping people. Just because she is a free soul and shes a very friendly and straightforward individual, you judge her as a wanton. That is so mean la! How would you feel if people called u that? By the way, i can see myself hanging out with her for a long time to come. Even if we dont meet regularly. I express the desire to thon the night with her. Or even go overseas with her and other people. Go ahead, hurl abuse now. I dont care. I love Su cos shes a dear friends to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura - This is another dear friend of mine. I've known her for quite some time too. And i can say i know her well too. And shes the person i can talk endlessly with. Through wisdom, its been good you havent seen or met her. Only know her name. I wonder what stigma you will attach to her once you've met. Sad to say, its your muslim "values" at play again. Denigrating people is like the forte of you people. I hope you can see the Light and change for the better. Cos i cant stand it already. So negative on life. Everything also wrong. And i have the feeling you wont like my dear Laura should you meet her. So i shall keep her away from you. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay - I love hanging out with this guy. Hes like, my bestest guy bitching partner. Only thing is, hes getting busier every day and same goes for me. And he can only meet me in the evenings or at really weird timings. Shay's like super spontaneous. I hope i can like, actually go out? To be honest, what for i stay home with you? At home, i dont talk to you much. Even the slightest thing, you can find fault. And your outlook on life. Woah, sista! Why so negative?! So its like, better for me to not be at home right? And i also fathom that if i said i knew Shay through irc, you'd flip upside down with an encore. I dont want to be your punching bag. I'll just have to pray for you more intensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa - Ditto for this sassy lass. I knew her online too. This time thru Friendster.com. Horror of horrors. I made friends with a girl online. What will you think of now mother? Truth is, she is a friend i cherish too. I've met her too. We hang out. So many similarities, cos we both like people watching. But in the right places larh. Town side preferred. Just not heartland areas like Chua Chu Kang. So unglam. haha. I can see my self going out with this lass and partying the night away or just chilling around in a realli fuggin sleek cafe. And mind you, i know what is right and what is wrong. I wont push the envelope. I know my limits. You brought me up so well mother, of course its like so ingrained in me to do behave. You did a great job. Why worry now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people i shall eleborate later. Writer's block is seriously blocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111609812634708118?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111609812634708118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111609812634708118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111609812634708118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111609812634708118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/kingdom-of-heaven.html' title='Kingdom of Heaven.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111606551563748775</id><published>2005-05-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T03:13:00.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys to my Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/9096096-111606551563748775?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111606551563748775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111606551563748775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111606551563748775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111606551563748775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/keys-to-my-heart.html' title='Keys to my Heart.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-111606226009904588</id><published>2005-05-14T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:17:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Laura's home! So glad can?&lt;br /&gt;She can finally see my blogspot.com account.&lt;br /&gt;Which i abandoned yonks ago in favour of Diaryland.&lt;br /&gt;Which killed my zeal for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to to the constant breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;Say "Boo" now everyone.&lt;br /&gt;guy-anachronism is finally revived!&lt;br /&gt;Can i go abandon that diaryland blog?&lt;br /&gt;No, thats too mean.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i know!&lt;br /&gt;I can have two blogs!&lt;br /&gt;Mirror blogs!&lt;br /&gt;Hoyeahs. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now la. I'm feeling dizzy and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-111606226009904588?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/111606226009904588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=111606226009904588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111606226009904588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/111606226009904588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-hiatus.html' title='Long Hiatus.'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9096096.post-110018711683954690</id><published>2004-11-11T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T07:31:56.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Bro Get's a New Computer and I Get Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nothing that significant happened to me today, safe for my painting of the yard, and the plant rack outside the house, and the mess I created because I was far too lazy to actually spread yesterday's news on the ground so the paint drips wouldn't stain the floor. Mom very mad, I was frustrated, as I was unbelievably hungry. Seems that I get easily irritated these past few days fasting. I don't know why, maybe I've not gone shopping for a while. Shopping depravation. Need to go shopping soon. I need, actually want, some things before the Hari Raya Aidilfitri holiday on Sunday. Hmmm, let's see, i need a clutch bag, traditional slippers(capal), and a new cell phone! Nothing much, considering my mom forked out close to 3K for my brother's new computer... Think it's the latest from HewlettPackard; I didn't bother asking, just wait until it delivers Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Well, jealous I am, for my bro got what he wanted/needed, but he deserves it. Actually promised my mom months ago after she got him a PS2 to get good results, and yeah, he got second in his class. That's &lt;em&gt;friggin&lt;/em&gt; amazing, considering the fact my bro studies an hour a day only. Am really happy for him, but sometimes just feel like giving him an *&lt;em&gt;arbish&lt;/em&gt;*. Need to learn from him. No, must learn from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, another thing is that my bro gets what he wants, all the time. I've observed, he throws tantrums, mongo mega ones that persist as long as it takes until he gets his want. Maybe mom can't stand it, so she's forced to buy for him... Urgh, i never do that, I think I should. My cell phone is close approaching the no-value sector. Need to change it. I think 2 in 5 people in Singapore now own the same make, urgh, so common. When I first got it, I could've been the only one in the train carriage having it's make. Now... &lt;strong&gt;urgh&lt;/strong&gt;, just &lt;strong&gt;urgh&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Until next sight! &lt;strong&gt;(;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-110018711683954690?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/110018711683954690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=110018711683954690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/110018711683954690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/110018711683954690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2004/11/day-my-bro-gets-new-computer-and-i-get_11.html' title='The Day My Bro Get&apos;s a New Computer and I Get Nothing'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096096.post-110017643306684540</id><published>2004-11-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T04:33:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, hello, hello. welcome, welcome, welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okaays&lt;/em&gt;, here goes, I'm posting my very first blog post, and it has unfortunately started on a very wrong note. I'm seriously not supposed to register here as a blogger, rather diaryland or something else because my blog here will not be seen in communist countries, and my bestest girl pal lives in the largest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;commie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nation on planet Earth- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;. Go figure. They don't allow capitalist propaganda or something. Very warped, and to think that's the only glitch I am facing; seems like every website I want to access will show a blank white screen or have errors of some sort. But as I like to say, when there's a will, there's a way. I found out the root of my problem today. The wireless connection in my house is bonkers. Or maybe I don't have Java enabled on my computer. Must go rectify it now. So there, here's my very first post.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096096-110017643306684540?l=guy-anachronism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/feeds/110017643306684540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9096096&amp;postID=110017643306684540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/110017643306684540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9096096/posts/default/110017643306684540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guy-anachronism.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello-hello-hello-welcome-welcome_10.html' title='hello, hello, hello. welcome, welcome, welcome'/><author><name>guy-anachronism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192889996450361721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
