<?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-6490186</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:21:55.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Now It's On |</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8990577348479864959</id><published>2011-11-11T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:04:48.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;org-a-nise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing my room in a constant physical state of upheaval and mess has really left my emotional and psychological state in much the same condition. returning to it has been more of a chore than a way to de-stress and/or get some solid work done, and the only uncluttered place left to recline is well, my bed (surprise SURPRISE!). hence, it is fair enough to say that most of my grand plans for world domination from 10 years back continue remaining as grand plans, and too much time is spent pondering the sheer mountain (no pun at all, no pun..) of a task before me to get this living space in working order again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i googled titles like "best way to organise room" and "best way to sort name cards" and really there are quite a few things that've come up and pictures of rooms i'd much rather be living in right now (no hate towards my own room btw, i love it, especially with the lighting from this cool lamp we brought in from the living room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this also, came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Organizing is what you do before you do something&lt;br /&gt;so that when you do it it's not all mixed up."&lt;br /&gt;- Winnie the Pooh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of wisdom never came clearer. thank you, winnie the pooh, for succeeding where so many have failed. also, a post from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2009/09/unclutter-your-life-unclutter-your-mind.html"&gt;http://www.positivelypresent.com/2009/09/unclutter-your-life-unclutter-your-mind.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really just materialises the thoughts in my mind regarding clutter and organisation. i cannot say i'm the most organised person around, nor even your average organising joe, nor ..... even.... ok you get the idea. i do however, appreciate when things are neat and organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting to the chase, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the more organized you are, the more time, money, and sanity you will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now just gimme a sec while i locate the book i was wanting to read from last year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8990577348479864959?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8990577348479864959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8990577348479864959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#8990577348479864959' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-9201809660921604623</id><published>2011-11-03T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:20:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;systemic endemic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta find a system, a system that works. i gotta find order, an order for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-9201809660921604623?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9201809660921604623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9201809660921604623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#9201809660921604623' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4616345977262129641</id><published>2011-10-24T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:57:47.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday un-shuffling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God, i really need your gently nudging touch to push me on to seek You. really, really need it. i.need.to.seek.You. lost, empty, tired, and directionless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4616345977262129641?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4616345977262129641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4616345977262129641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4616345977262129641' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6723652900156648479</id><published>2011-10-03T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:49:46.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in everything, we ask ourselves.... "What would glorify You most God?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6723652900156648479?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6723652900156648479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6723652900156648479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#6723652900156648479' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4570527640757490767</id><published>2011-08-31T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:10:26.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 for fiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR39espbTxY/Tl3eCOm2gkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kIKtUUBaEkc/s1600/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR39espbTxY/Tl3eCOm2gkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kIKtUUBaEkc/s400/IMG_2549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646913637654626882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand to hand, and heart to heart; it's about time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4570527640757490767?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4570527640757490767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4570527640757490767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#4570527640757490767' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR39espbTxY/Tl3eCOm2gkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kIKtUUBaEkc/s72-c/IMG_2549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5053688152437999937</id><published>2011-07-18T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:51:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How He Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, how You love us so.... oh how You do Lord. It's unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3bfEo6r3WpM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is jealous for me   &lt;br /&gt;Loves like a hurricane   &lt;br /&gt;I am a tree   &lt;br /&gt;Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy   &lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory   &lt;br /&gt;And I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us, so  &lt;br /&gt;Oh How he loves us, how he loves us so   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He is jealous for me   &lt;br /&gt;Loves like a hurricane   &lt;br /&gt;I am a tree   &lt;br /&gt;Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy   &lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory   &lt;br /&gt;And I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And oh, how he loves us so,  &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us, how he loves us so   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We are his portion and he is our prize   &lt;br /&gt;Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes   &lt;br /&gt;If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking   &lt;br /&gt;So, heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss   &lt;br /&gt;And my heart turns violently inside of my chest   &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   &lt;br /&gt;He loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves us   &lt;br /&gt;Oh how he loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5053688152437999937?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5053688152437999937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5053688152437999937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5053688152437999937' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3bfEo6r3WpM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-2406930962032306692</id><published>2011-06-08T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:45:29.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook has great use in helping you get acquainted with teammates' names, haha, especially when you've joined late and have met them only twice (at most). whew. and if you're reading this pleaseeeee don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baotoh&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-2406930962032306692?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2406930962032306692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2406930962032306692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#2406930962032306692' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8823984580936863575</id><published>2011-06-07T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:46:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes in many forms and through countless downs. tonight my mum received revelation that i've been trying to tell her for months. coincidence with retreat? don't know. the most ham thing about it was that the revelation came from my dad, who is arguably (evidence-based theory foh real ok) the blurest person on the planet. when my mum told me about it i was like "that's EXACTLY what i've been trying to tell you since forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, and so it is that she was devastated and disappointed and let down and destroyed by that word confirmed by me, just two days before my mission trip to Mt Bromo, Indonesia. she was a little angered, berated me, and is now soundly in bed. i won't be naive and say "yup that's great things will get better now that FINALLY she has received that revelation" because we all know what happens when you say "yea things can't get any worse". i'm living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things CAN get worse, and in my case, they usually do. i need fresh REVELATION of a different kind that my Father God provides to instill that belief that really, it's about time things looked up and i started to grasp the life He gives with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to come to the river and wash me clean. we all start somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8823984580936863575?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8823984580936863575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8823984580936863575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#8823984580936863575' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5155059399140809708</id><published>2011-01-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:33:17.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginning (the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the fear cripples, where do you turn? flooding in queensland of biblical proportions, snowing till thy kingdom come up north, and a general lack of direction in life. what questions should one ask? why? how? the end times demonstrate themselves before us, and nobody takes heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that my problems stem from two halves: 50% ill-discipline, 50% dread of being cruelly exposed in every sense. that fear cripples. it stifles, it suffocates, silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sure feels like a supercell has hit home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5155059399140809708?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5155059399140809708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5155059399140809708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5155059399140809708' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5711845657577463607</id><published>2010-11-08T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:16:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels so weird. should i be guilty? conscience says no! ;) sigh four thousand words, where for art thou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5711845657577463607?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5711845657577463607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5711845657577463607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#5711845657577463607' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8207090168337561878</id><published>2010-11-02T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:22:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear melissa created this awesome event called "Spread The Word" on facebook where we post an encouraging verse daily during this exam period to basically encourage and spur each other on to look on to God and trust Him....and it's caught like wildfire; in fact, the christians have caught on fire! what was intended for awwlgud has also attracted some flamers in the form of atheists. some ask genuine questions, while others are just there to air their opinions subtly (or not so subtly) guised as inquisitive "questions". some are just there to be rude and celebrate it, and that is a good reminder of the world we live in, God's created world. what is the appropriate response? as always, debate centres around the bible (and its 'fallacious' nature) and earth and everything else about God and His creation that has been disproved about 10571975507 times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my response. i'm probably one of the most irresponsible 'christians' around, but that is what has been impressed upon me in my time in God's church (literal or figurative). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4cd02aba960821000678866" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i  think there is a place for debate and discussion, but it's not debates  and intellectual exchange that won souls. trying to iron out every last  inkling of scientific truth will not get you anywhere. there are two  sides to any coin and both&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  sides can claim to have the answers to 'creation science' and  everything else that is empirical. there is much we know of the earth  and it's workings, but there is so much we don't. can we proudly assume  the rules we've empirically worked out hold true for every single thing  that was, is and is to come?  empirical is how man tries his best to  find out the truth about something. however, along with everything else,  it is imperfect. a lot of what we know is empirical. it is excellent,  but imperfect. a lot of what we know is not empirical but qualitative as  well. does that mean there is no place for that? some things cannot be  defined in numbers and figures, but you know it holds true and is valid.  if God meant the world for the intellectuals then a lot of people miss  out. can one figure one's creator out? i think not. i believe it is only  responsible to know and learn to defend your faith, but it's not your  god-like knowledge of the world and its workings that do God's work.  there's so so much more. i believe that is what we want to invite you to  share in. btw no pun intended with "god-like".... loll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8207090168337561878?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8207090168337561878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8207090168337561878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8207090168337561878' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4191509385071811108</id><published>2010-11-02T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:09:17.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good, or goodest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i hope to be able to pen down my thoughts on reconciling good intentions with good. i mean, at God's level, surely we wouldn't have an inkling of a clue what would be best for ourselves would we? are good intentions only as good as the wisdom accompanying them? we only act out of what we consider best at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goody, pizza time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4191509385071811108?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4191509385071811108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4191509385071811108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4191509385071811108' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5368539891739719323</id><published>2010-10-21T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:29:12.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;axis of awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;i'm just there to find&lt;br /&gt;a better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than a bird&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a birrrrrrdplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a birrrrrrdplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a birrrrrrdplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5368539891739719323?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5368539891739719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5368539891739719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5368539891739719323' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-660350587768222005</id><published>2010-10-18T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:00:32.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOMNOMNOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love white bread!! save me...... anyway crispy chicken time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-660350587768222005?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/660350587768222005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/660350587768222005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#660350587768222005' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-495458753942401209</id><published>2010-10-17T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:29:12.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not the ref&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read something interesting today, which has implications to some stuff i've mulled over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you becoming arrogant in your attitude toward others who use  different methods than you do? If so, please repent of your arrogance  and seek to listen for God’s will for your life. Your job is not to  stand on the sidelines and referee, your job is to be involved in the  action. Quit complaining and start serving. The world needs to see Jesus  through you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-495458753942401209?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/495458753942401209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/495458753942401209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#495458753942401209' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3859725167190383494</id><published>2010-10-15T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:36:59.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would he have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would he? that he'd but a whiff of life left to live? probably not. living life to its fullest, desiring more than there was, obedient to the call to maturity. sigh it feels so long ago, yet, not that long ago at all. thanks for the memories, and more significantly, the man you were behind all those memories. as i teeter on the brink of graduation and mull over thoughts long overdue, surely your life of ultimate sacrifice must count for something in my considerations. my life is so insignificant yet significant all at once. out of all the paths i could go down, which one would be best? not my version of best, but best best? for the best is for the best, and the best is for the worst, and who could say otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3859725167190383494?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3859725167190383494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3859725167190383494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3859725167190383494' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-9092226421127634539</id><published>2010-10-04T05:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:10:55.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qualification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what qualifies you to speak on a topic? one is the fact you've at least been through it before, experienced it firsthand. good morning singapore/brisbane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-9092226421127634539?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9092226421127634539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9092226421127634539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#9092226421127634539' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8972609608910802210</id><published>2010-10-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:18:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;copy paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that it is not hasty reading, but serious  meditation on holy and heavenly truths, that makes  them prove sweet and profitable to the soul. It is  not the mere touching of the flower by the bee that  gathers honey, but her abiding for a time on the flower  that draws out the sweet. It is not he that reads most,  but he that meditates most, that will prove to be the  choicest, sweetest, wisest and strongest Christian."      (Thomas Brooks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8972609608910802210?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8972609608910802210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8972609608910802210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8972609608910802210' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4781910398183592173</id><published>2010-09-28T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:41:12.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God my library fine is still under $20. thought i went an extra day over, but no it's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4781910398183592173?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4781910398183592173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4781910398183592173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4781910398183592173' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8176366097099183821</id><published>2010-09-21T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:29:03.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sectarian polemic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day's phrase-of-the-day belongs to the abovestated. it basically is referring to a narrow-minded controversial argument that obviously cannot stand the rigours of sound logic and well-rounded research. hoorah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8176366097099183821?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8176366097099183821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8176366097099183821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8176366097099183821' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6201085994827434609</id><published>2010-09-17T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:37:11.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remi gaillard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy has to be every guy's hero at some point in their lives. he's utterly ridiculous and daymn good at it by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here' what goal.com had to say about the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="divAdnetKeyword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remi Gaillard - Cup winner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="divAdnetKeyword"&gt;Renowned French prankster Remi Gaillard took advantage of the euphoric scenes in the wake of Lorient's 1-0 win over Bastia in the 2002 Coupe de France final at Saint Denis to join the winning team on the field and on the podium for the post-match celebrations replete in a Lorient kit. Remi partied like he had just scored the winning goal himself and even merited a handshake from then president, Jacques Chirac. Remi has also starred in a number of YouTube clips, showing his considerable ball skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6201085994827434609?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6201085994827434609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6201085994827434609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6201085994827434609' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8871871699785500511</id><published>2010-09-03T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:09:25.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where oh where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are your placards now? come on now, get real, get with the game yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8871871699785500511?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8871871699785500511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8871871699785500511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8871871699785500511' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8907398147090516959</id><published>2010-09-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:38:31.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;street cred for honesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MM:&lt;/strong&gt; Are there any situations where you would  recommend the inclusion of foam rolling, dynamic stretching, or mobility  drills before this type of training?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CT:&lt;/strong&gt; Marc,  you know what I hate the most about the strength training field? Guys  who pretend that they know everything. And by extension they give their  opinion on all subjects and try to make recommendations about every one  of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me, the sign of a good coach is to be able to say that  he doesn’t know something and refer you to someone else who will know  better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I’ll confess and tell you that I know squat about foam  rolling, stretching and mobility. I always had decent mobility because  of my background as an Olympic lifter; the Olympic lifts put your body  under load in some pretty extreme positions! So I never bothered to  research stretching and mobility work extensively. I have some of my  employees who take care of that portion of my client’s training (one is a  former Ballet dancer, who was also in the Cirque du Soleil for a while  and is a pilates teacher… she can full squat over 315 so she’s no wimp  either).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll admit that I should have dome more foam rolling in  my career as I suffered from a lot of shoulders, knees and back  problems. My mistake… maybe I will begin to read on it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8907398147090516959?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8907398147090516959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8907398147090516959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8907398147090516959' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5510350442871782649</id><published>2010-08-31T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:16:48.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenerife march 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched a doco on that fateful day when 2 747s managed to collide into one another (one was taking off) on the runway. the senselessness and irony of it all isn't lost on me. that incident and the circumstances leading up to it were straight out of a script. there must be more than this. we aren't here by accident. we need to wake up and smell the coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5510350442871782649?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5510350442871782649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5510350442871782649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5510350442871782649' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7673155995264378045</id><published>2010-08-25T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:54:40.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disturbant resonance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man went to his doctor with this complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: Doctor! I need you to help my wife with her snoring problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOC: Oh? Is it disturbing you in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: It's MORE than disturbing me. It's disturbing the entire congregation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7673155995264378045?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7673155995264378045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7673155995264378045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7673155995264378045' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8092686948824701841</id><published>2010-08-23T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:20:27.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the harshest day in a long time. and by no coincidence i feel. i just decided over the weekend to try and really get back on track with God, and it was pretty good. i started praying again, and reading the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then, things went downhill (a really steep hill btw). sunday night, i made the worst of decisions (which all turned awry) to watch singapore v haiti (0-2) and manchester united concede a 90th minute equaliser at fulham, thereby sleeping at 3am, missed 8am, struggled into tute at 11 having skimmed the readings, before spending the rest of monday on my own since qh had his own classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now the fun really begins. my first testing subject was scheduled for 2pm. i got in around 1.40pm to realise i was quite out of touch since our last vo2max practice session. stuff had also been shifted around and i had to spent quite a substantial amount of time finding my footing in lab. as it turned out, we started the testing slightly late and i was rather irritated at myself already. then the climax comes; at the end of the test the computer asks if you'd like to save. for some inexplicable reason i chose not to, so i clicked cancel, since i can save it later after looking at the data or something right? WRONG. it took me to the main menu where it was pretty obvious the previous test's data was gone. after 10 minutes of desktop searching (and soulsearching) it became obvious i had royally screwed up. i've gone and taken our first subject's data and practically deleted it from record. i thought that dying there and then would not be inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things were just wrong on so many counts (you can see from above and list em down). next, i ventured off, down in the dumps, to ANZ to rescind a service charge that'd been made because i hadn't updated my fee waiver in time. thankfully, praise God, the dude did it for me out of goodwill,  so that's $5 back. hurray. however, while i'd been waiting my turn, i realised i lost my bottle. i hate losing things (which is an irony because i always lose myself), so the day couldn't be sunnier for me. i retraced my steps to the main refec, didn't find it, and went back to the lab, where thankfully my bottle was, and i was glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ventured home, mulling over the day's happenings, and of all days, decided to test the key i have on my own room door lock. this lock is a troublesome one, because if you release the catch and forget to turn and latch it back, it becomes an auto-locking door. when my mum was visiting last year, she did it once, and then a HK guy who was temporarily staying in my room did it as well this first half of the year. that's TWICE my landlord has been called down to help. well, congrats, the key worked on my door's lock and i was happy. i changed into running attire, and went out, closing my room door to go out. in the 0.1 seconds between the latch making contact with the doorframe and the door clicking shut, i started to realise that the resistance of the door and sound it made was not usual. about 0.5 seconds after locking the room from the inside for the THIRD time in history, i realised that for the umpteenth time today i'd screwed myself over again. with great aplomb i rang my landlord ross, and apologised profusely for having to trouble him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went for my costly run, with my horridly contusioned quads from saturday soccer, and really struggled through one of the toughest 10k runs in my life. but it didn't matter; that pain was nothing compared to the rest of my day. i made it back in just about one piece and proceeded to start preparing dinner. ross dropped by, and he had in his arms a toolkit; he offered to remove the lock once and for all. without a moment's hesistation i agreed at once. dinner was actually pretty good; i ate with david (no one else home), and then  we washed up and here i am, in my lock-less room, relating to you the non-existent (but of course that's not true you guys are somewhere out there) reader about how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, is this how it's like to come back to God? is this what it's like to fight the unseen heavenly battles and call God Saviour?  if it is then He's probably real and i must have determined to do  something right over this weekend. then this is where i must be, and  will be, and hopefully this time i won't back down. i've never signed up for any of this before. i don't really know what it's like to take flak for His kingdom, for His glory. i don't really know what it's like to deny self, and put others before me. i surely have not tasted what it means to step out in FAITH, not knowing where the next step lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28130"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. --Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's about an hour left of today, and as tempted as i am to tell you that today surely could not get worse, i shalt refrain, and perhaps work on salvaging what has been lost, God bless my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios dearly beloved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8092686948824701841?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8092686948824701841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8092686948824701841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#8092686948824701841' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7275092179236959008</id><published>2010-08-22T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:45:52.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justin bieber finally sounds awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://soundcloud.com/shamantis/j-biebz-u-smile-800-slower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7275092179236959008?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7275092179236959008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7275092179236959008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7275092179236959008' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5630816177990113965</id><published>2010-08-17T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:57:27.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scholesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved this article on the man, one of the most vital cogs in the united machine during the ferguson era. in a footballing age when the dollar speaks louder than the game itself, scholes manages to put a smile back on the faces of the purists who wonder where it's all gone wrong. it'd be a useful lesson for the city players who signed for the club because they want to be part of this "grand and ambitious project", and indeed, a lot of the other elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="divAdnetKeyword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANALYSIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Matt Monaghan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goal.com/en-india/teams/england/97/man-utd"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/a&gt; great &lt;a href="http://www.goal.com/en-india/people/england/1950/paul-scholes"&gt;Paul Scholes&lt;/a&gt; had intended to have retired by now. After pulling the strings once again in last night's &lt;a href="http://www.goal.com/en-india/match/45980/manchester-united-vs-newcastle-united/index"&gt;3-0&lt;/a&gt; thumping of &lt;a href="http://www.goal.com/en-india/teams/england/99/newcastle-united"&gt;Newcastle United&lt;/a&gt;, it is clear to see why &lt;a href="http://www.goal.com/en-india/people/scotland/8123/sir-alex-ferguson"&gt;Sir Alex Ferguson&lt;/a&gt; was desperate to keep him in the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  'Ginger Maestro' was at his classy best as the visiting battlers  couldn't lay a finger on him. This story is nothing new; for 16 years he  has a made a mug of the game's finest and laid claim to a place in the  annals of United history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal.com &lt;/strong&gt;analyses the reasons why Scholes remains such a fine footballer at 35:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While England's finest spent the summer being slated for their lack  of technical ability, the exception to the rule was sat at home after  rejecting a call up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholes' poise, authority and accuracy  wouldn't have looked out of home in Spain's World Cup conquering  midfield such is his ability. For nearly two decades, the 'Ginger  Maestro' has kept United ticking over from the centre of the pitch with  his outstanding array of passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the madhouse of central  midfield, few strike the ball as cleanly and give it away as  infrequently as him. While regularly slated for his tackling, this  tenacity has imbued him with the grit to keep pushing himself and his  team-mates on for trophy after trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Bobby Charlton:&lt;/strong&gt;  "I have no hesitation in putting a name to the embodiment of all that I  think is best about football. It's Paul Scholes," England 1966 World  Cup winner and United record goalscorer said to &lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many great players have worn the shirt of Manchester United. Players I worshipped, then lost with my youth in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Players  like Denis Law and George Best who I enjoyed so much as team-mates and  now, finally, players I have watched closely in the [Sir] Alex Ferguson  era. And in so many ways Scholes is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love his  nous and conviction that he will find a way to win, to make the killer  pass or produce the decisive volley. When a game reaches a vital phase,  these qualities seem to come out of his every pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's always  on the ball, always turning on goal. He's always looking to bring other  people into the action and if he loses possession you think he must be  ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my opinion, he's been one of the most important players for United under Sir Alex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key career decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest job is knowing when to walk away at the right time, but  Scholes' decision to quit international football has been repaid in  silverware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid black;" src="http://u.goal.com/94900/94992hp2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red all over |&lt;/strong&gt; England departure has aided Old Trafford longevity&lt;/p&gt; After being marginalised at Euro 2004 under Sven-Goran Eriksson, the  then 29-year-old decided to concentrate on all things United. Handed a  new lease of life, he has aged like a fine wine rather than wasted away  on the treadmill of club and country commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Swede,  through to Steve McClaren and Fabio Capello, all England managers have  tried to bring him back into the fold. All have been turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  figure who has always been able to convince is Sir Alex Ferguson. The  United supremo revealed in May he talked Scholes out of retiring at the  end of last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a man of the match display last night, it's impossible to argue he hasn't made the right shout once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Alex Ferguson:&lt;/strong&gt; "I did speak to him," the Scot told United's magazine &lt;em&gt;Inside United&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He'd  intimated that he may retire at the end of the season. I said: 'I'll  decide when you retire ... look, Paul, you can play, there's no question  of that. Your ability's there, there's no deterioration in your actual  play.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship with manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid black; float: right;" src="http://u.goal.com/106700/106732_hp.jpg" alt="" width="275" /&gt;Sir  Alex Ferguson has worked with many of the finest footballers in modern  football, but his partnership with Scholes took both to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Scot installs trust in his own players and demands the same in return.  While David Beckham was lost to the world of celebrity, Scholes' sole  concentration on the game at hand delighted the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the  late goalscoring surges of his youth to commander in the middle of the  park as an elder statesman, Scholes has remained the hub even as his  legs have given way. A haul of 23 major trophies during his career pays  testament to both men's faith in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Alex Ferguson:&lt;/strong&gt; "In my time he would sit in the top six or seven [United players] without question," said the Scot to &lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His contribution and his quality and some of the fantastic goals he has scored have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even  on Sunday [against Everton in a FA Cup semi-final loss in April 2009],  when he came on his first touch of the ball was better than anybody else  had done for the whole previous hour. He has that wonderful velvet  touch that means it just goes dead when he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amidst all of the mayhem that can happen in a game it is wonderful to see that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifestyle/Personal Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a generation of Baby Bentleys and Super Sundays, Scholes has  remained an enigma while players of inferior quality have become pop  icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press and public know little more about the man than  they did when he hit a debut brace in the 2-1 League Cup victory against  Port Vale on September 21, 1994. This hatred of the limelight has made  interviews as rare as a misplaced pass, as he has hidden in the  background while Ryan Giggs, Beckham and Cristiano Ronaldo have stolen  the front and back pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid black;" src="http://u.goal.com/91000/91091hp2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love of the game |&lt;/strong&gt; Scholes has eschewed outside opportunities&lt;/p&gt; A simplicity both on and off the pitch has seen him marry his childhood  sweetheart and play for the club he supported as a boy - contrary to the  myth that he is an Oldham Athletic fan. While contemporary talents like  Robbie Fowler burned out all too quickly, Scholes continues to set the  example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholes: &lt;/strong&gt;"My ideal day? Train in the  morning, pick up the kids from school, go home, play with kids, have  tea, get them up to bed, and then come down to watch a bit of TV," the  player told &lt;em&gt;The Independent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get hassled. I can go anywhere I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody  stops me from going down to Tesco. I'm recognised, of course, and I get  asked for my autograph but it is never a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never  been conscious of losing out on big money because of the way I've wanted  to live my life. I've never turned down big commercials because I'm  shy. It's just the way I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did get a boot contract once. But no, I haven't earned much outside the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's because I'm not good looking enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5630816177990113965?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5630816177990113965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5630816177990113965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5630816177990113965' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1152467751197196438</id><published>2010-08-17T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:34:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad on demand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol my dad was on tv recently; something about AMK's 30th anniversary. of course him being the cheng san grc chairman means that at some point you do get your 30 seconds of fame. he was so funny, it must have been overwhelming on camera. i think he was trying too hard and was at a loss for what to say really! still, it was heartening to know that CNA would find it in their hearts to post a video of my dad online for the world to peruse, especially knowing i'm overseas and don't get to see him much and all........... yea right. cheers for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1152467751197196438?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1152467751197196438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1152467751197196438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1152467751197196438' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4078021432764692313</id><published>2010-08-11T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:15:15.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father, we commit to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God before us, God beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God within us abide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God in Heaven, and in this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God in pleasure, God in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God will ever remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God in gladness, and God in strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For we know that You are faithful through the stillness and the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For You've been with us from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God in pleasure, God in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God will ever remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God in gladness, and God in strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For we know that You are faithful through the stillness and the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For You've been with us from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father, we commit to You our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forever, You are the same. help me find my way back. take away all distractions Lord.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4078021432764692313?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4078021432764692313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4078021432764692313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4078021432764692313' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1124320981592630958</id><published>2010-08-09T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:46:56.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our worship leads to communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to remember you. in all things. thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"..by mercy we come to Your table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Your grace you are making us faithful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1124320981592630958?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1124320981592630958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1124320981592630958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1124320981592630958' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1852034758272268759</id><published>2010-07-02T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:45:03.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flesh &amp;amp; bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/TCzhl1-KSuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uipqf5SFECQ/s1600/SL702620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/TCzhl1-KSuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uipqf5SFECQ/s400/SL702620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489010086117001954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been three years i think, but that sickening feeling will never go away everytime i gaze upon your picture. thank you Zi, for all you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Pictures/070720%20-%20071120%20Semester%202%20ALL%20randoms/SL702620.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1852034758272268759?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1852034758272268759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1852034758272268759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1852034758272268759' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/TCzhl1-KSuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Uipqf5SFECQ/s72-c/SL702620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3095462725051685613</id><published>2010-06-11T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T02:43:15.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day &amp;amp; age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this day and age, the cult of the community-dwelling and impacting mega church rises up to a new beat they create altogether. God can work all things for good; He can do good things even amongst these churches, and He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw the most oxymoronic banner tonight outside a church after the birthday celebration dinner with the CYAN cell. it calmly read:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Do you need God and religion?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ..........yeeea..... no not .... reaaally .... but...... WHAT ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3095462725051685613?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3095462725051685613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3095462725051685613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3095462725051685613' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8261798851174352666</id><published>2010-06-02T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:03:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the noose - taxi drivers learn french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour! Je suis Jacques. Singapour a beaucoup de condominium étrangers.  Par exemple La Belle,﻿ La Maison, La Chateau, Le Reve. Si votre  chauffeur de taxi ne parle pas français. Vous pouvez avoir des  problèmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xb-FpMy_Eyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xb-FpMy_Eyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8261798851174352666?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8261798851174352666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8261798851174352666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8261798851174352666' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8045938296365231969</id><published>2010-05-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:32:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, that i might be caught and upheld in God's truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Romans 16:17-18 "Now I beseech you, brethren, mark them which cause divisions and offenses contrary to the doctrine which ye have learned; and avoid them. For they that are such serve not our Lord Jesus Christ, but their own belly; and by good words and fair speeches deceive the hearts of the simple." (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8045938296365231969?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8045938296365231969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8045938296365231969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8045938296365231969' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8588743198155742717</id><published>2010-04-14T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:09:11.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this partially opened door. KK responded to my email second time round finally, and i might get the chance to work there for my second practicum attachment. so far, this year has been spent at the singapore sports school, immersing myself in its culture, and learning about the whole sport science service it provides its students. if KK does take me in, that would be great, allowing me to look at things from a more clinical perspective. regardless, i should be thankful still after mailing so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a holy reverence for God, He's but santa claus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8588743198155742717?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8588743198155742717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8588743198155742717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8588743198155742717' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4801743432501977405</id><published>2010-03-03T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:18:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the best day of prac, in the worst way possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4801743432501977405?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4801743432501977405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4801743432501977405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4801743432501977405' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-2043470520080751402</id><published>2010-02-14T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:47:18.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy chinese new year all, and ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/S3bXah-iLDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/R518YMG_89Q/s1600-h/stfu_noob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/S3bXah-iLDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/R518YMG_89Q/s400/stfu_noob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437770450893679666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially for those days when no one rubs you the right way. heh, have a good one folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-2043470520080751402?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2043470520080751402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2043470520080751402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2043470520080751402' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/S3bXah-iLDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/R518YMG_89Q/s72-c/stfu_noob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-284140756319940078</id><published>2010-01-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:38:28.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;censor cen-SURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an unwritten rule in China that at certain times of the year, such as the Spring Festival or National Day in October, Chinese movies have to be given precedence at the theatre.&lt;p&gt;China allows only 20 foreign movies every year to be shown on the big screen, but widespread piracy means that even the most sensitive films can be bought for around $1 on the street, irrespective of any official ban.&lt;/p&gt;Now that's a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-284140756319940078?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/284140756319940078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/284140756319940078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#284140756319940078' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1782752812407346275</id><published>2009-12-21T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:47:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he who pays the piper, calls the tune.&lt;/span&gt; it's the unwritten law of modern football. good luck, city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1782752812407346275?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1782752812407346275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1782752812407346275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1782752812407346275' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8676723715670721303</id><published>2009-12-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:03:02.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've searched me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been found, wanting. really, really, wanting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8676723715670721303?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8676723715670721303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8676723715670721303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8676723715670721303' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6232602027792716321</id><published>2009-11-30T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:42:18.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen change? oh where for hath it gone? do i hear a 'no idea'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to wet n wild last friday, with some good friends (qh, ed, py, wy) and we had a good time frolicking and jumping off high and wet places. t'was my first time there, and while it wasn't spectacularly breathtaking and zzommmgoshly supawsome, it was good. the favourite has to be that mad angle straight slide down to oblivion, though i will make a mental note to cross my legs in future to prevent water hitting me in uncomfortable places at great velocity, and all that without even mentioning how it made my shorts and trunks ride up my *** by the time i landed below. totally exhilarating. it's like a freefall to your death, except, you don't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to restructure stuff; else, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6232602027792716321?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6232602027792716321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6232602027792716321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6232602027792716321' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6402630205361075884</id><published>2009-11-24T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:05:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n unison we lift our voices to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Swt242KI7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HPX_MD_xt80/s1600/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Swt242KI7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HPX_MD_xt80/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407546496571207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6402630205361075884?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6402630205361075884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6402630205361075884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6402630205361075884' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Swt242KI7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HPX_MD_xt80/s72-c/IMG_2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-80453564488137852</id><published>2009-11-21T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:39:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comin' from the sky above, there's nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SwbF7FQd17I/AAAAAAAAAp4/jRXgQ4hOZdk/s1600/Black-Hawk-%285%29-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 571px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SwbF7FQd17I/AAAAAAAAAp4/jRXgQ4hOZdk/s400/Black-Hawk-%285%29-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406226021519054770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University of Queensland's Great Court, as seen from a Black Hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-80453564488137852?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/80453564488137852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/80453564488137852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#80453564488137852' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SwbF7FQd17I/AAAAAAAAAp4/jRXgQ4hOZdk/s72-c/Black-Hawk-%285%29-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3574519160186250737</id><published>2009-11-20T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:43:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am not my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for i have been made new. please don't let me go, i desperately need You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and disappointment haunted all his dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3574519160186250737?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3574519160186250737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3574519160186250737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3574519160186250737' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5225808576330619818</id><published>2009-11-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:50:52.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you're poor and you know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvrBByaBldI/AAAAAAAAApw/lkh3jqcHee0/s1600-h/exercise,+poor+man%27s+surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvrBByaBldI/AAAAAAAAApw/lkh3jqcHee0/s400/exercise,+poor+man%27s+surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402842939439289810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5225808576330619818?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5225808576330619818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5225808576330619818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5225808576330619818' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvrBByaBldI/AAAAAAAAApw/lkh3jqcHee0/s72-c/exercise,+poor+man%27s+surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-873382275428125303</id><published>2009-11-10T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:29:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show me the meaning, of being ....... manly?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvlAXQOSNoI/AAAAAAAAApo/8ugFxuHSDps/s1600-h/mrvickyho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvlAXQOSNoI/AAAAAAAAApo/8ugFxuHSDps/s400/mrvickyho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402419996243670658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky pollard, i always knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-873382275428125303?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/873382275428125303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/873382275428125303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#873382275428125303' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvlAXQOSNoI/AAAAAAAAApo/8ugFxuHSDps/s72-c/mrvickyho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1932323555118947020</id><published>2009-11-10T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:43:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it might as well have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvhGpPRNbKI/AAAAAAAAApg/bhtBJHLrSCc/s1600-h/giraffe+exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvhGpPRNbKI/AAAAAAAAApg/bhtBJHLrSCc/s400/giraffe+exam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402145427318205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1932323555118947020?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1932323555118947020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1932323555118947020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1932323555118947020' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvhGpPRNbKI/AAAAAAAAApg/bhtBJHLrSCc/s72-c/giraffe+exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4139547887963199321</id><published>2009-11-08T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:24:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opening salvo, no time for bravado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pewpewpew* 9, 10, 11 exam exam exam. best thing is, i asked for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4139547887963199321?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4139547887963199321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4139547887963199321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4139547887963199321' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5618532420088153979</id><published>2009-11-04T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:58:43.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QL + Psoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvD7uKjXQXI/AAAAAAAAApY/-9_siREhX9c/s1600-h/Psoas+Ant+and+Post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvD7uKjXQXI/AAAAAAAAApY/-9_siREhX9c/s400/Psoas+Ant+and+Post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400092723742458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvD7trPfeNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Co8vXJu7U8I/s1600-h/QL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvD7trPfeNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Co8vXJu7U8I/s400/QL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400092715337611474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5618532420088153979?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5618532420088153979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5618532420088153979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5618532420088153979' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SvD7uKjXQXI/AAAAAAAAApY/-9_siREhX9c/s72-c/Psoas+Ant+and+Post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5107084585459173823</id><published>2009-10-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:26:36.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engrish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SuxI-xvjjGI/AAAAAAAAApI/PxiAuxdmE4A/s1600-h/123_With-Our-Whole-Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SuxI-xvjjGI/AAAAAAAAApI/PxiAuxdmE4A/s400/123_With-Our-Whole-Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398770296652270690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because good engrish brings me to tears every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5107084585459173823?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5107084585459173823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5107084585459173823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5107084585459173823' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SuxI-xvjjGI/AAAAAAAAApI/PxiAuxdmE4A/s72-c/123_With-Our-Whole-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1533034238081733667</id><published>2009-10-17T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:06:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speak up, so you can be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are what you do, not what you say you do. you need to speak louder, so you can be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1533034238081733667?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1533034238081733667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1533034238081733667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1533034238081733667' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6157280761469073747</id><published>2009-09-29T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:35:53.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst connected to the internet, i tapped a few keys on my keyboard in quick succession in the address bar, then depressed the enter button. i found the website i was looking for, and was inspired to post something on my blog. i proceeded to depress several keys in the right order, and arrived at the blog site to type out a short post before publishing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6157280761469073747?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6157280761469073747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6157280761469073747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6157280761469073747' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-4613436360588822577</id><published>2009-09-26T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:35:16.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dust, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, like three days ago, a massive dust storm from central australia kinda blew into town. but of course, we knew not what it was all about, and i thought i stepped out of my block onto mars; such was the backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sr2Vau5MyuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TZY6ivv929c/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sr2Vau5MyuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TZY6ivv929c/s400/IMG_1870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385625015902063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where i've spent a decent amount of time this sem, the UQ pool. it was freezing that day; the sun was blotted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realised i had to protect my loved ones from the red plague that was creeping stealthily through our ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sr2VbAUvO2I/AAAAAAAAApA/vqm_VJIVuBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sr2VbAUvO2I/AAAAAAAAApA/vqm_VJIVuBQ/s400/IMG_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385625020580969314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there, all better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-4613436360588822577?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4613436360588822577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/4613436360588822577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4613436360588822577' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sr2Vau5MyuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TZY6ivv929c/s72-c/IMG_1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1135467202226069702</id><published>2009-09-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:54:11.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to find rest. things are getting too clouded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1135467202226069702?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1135467202226069702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1135467202226069702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1135467202226069702' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8460553919126519786</id><published>2009-09-20T07:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:38:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dustbin management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently big dustbins promote laziness (young, 2009). i beg to differ. the principles remain! if you are lazy with big dustbins, and let them pile up to kingdom come, then you are just as likely to be lazy with small dustbins too (and a little frustrated they pile up every 2 minutes). hence my preference for big bins. they look neater anyway. your only argument could be that bigger bins do not need to be emptied that often, and that lower frequency of bin emptying might have a role in promoting laziness. yeah so wotever. be conscientious with your rubbish. don't let it accumulate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8460553919126519786?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8460553919126519786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8460553919126519786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8460553919126519786' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8545297386876069475</id><published>2009-09-15T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:38:10.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;L'enfant terrible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, my friends, began yesterday. tired. but, mildly satisfied. more please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8545297386876069475?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8545297386876069475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8545297386876069475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8545297386876069475' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7870313928804412102</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:38:40.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to tell all-guy households&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peak Downloads used: 40711.308 / 40000.000 MB&lt;br /&gt;Off-Peak Downloads used: 90427.324 / 110000.000 MB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7870313928804412102?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7870313928804412102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7870313928804412102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7870313928804412102' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1160292811405393205</id><published>2009-09-14T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:30:58.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;else you'd never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask, and ye shalt be given. seek, and ye shalt find. not always, the answer ideal, but you never know, if you don't appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1160292811405393205?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1160292811405393205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1160292811405393205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1160292811405393205' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-592468462240197289</id><published>2009-09-12T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:52:19.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLACCCK OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!11111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ST LUCIA FFFFTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and toowong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-592468462240197289?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/592468462240197289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/592468462240197289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#592468462240197289' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-9117898713677589668</id><published>2009-09-11T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:00:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less tears, more action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song title was never more appropriate than now. guilty on a consistent basis, excuse-ful, and abysmal, you fail to fulfill the potential, only exhibiting the potential -difference- instead. i could cry and moan all day (and night, but that would be disturbing the peace) about my 2000 words due monday + research skills mid-sem, but that'd be another pathetic attempt at self-pity. it's time that i faced the music, and filled the void with, yes, you guessed it, less tears, and more action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-9117898713677589668?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9117898713677589668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/9117898713677589668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#9117898713677589668' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3305854013240210757</id><published>2009-09-10T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:03:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isaiah 46:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18591"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Even to your old age and gray hairs&lt;br /&gt;       I am he, I am he who will sustain you.&lt;br /&gt;       I have made you and I will carry you;&lt;br /&gt;       I will sustain you and I will rescue you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3305854013240210757?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3305854013240210757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3305854013240210757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3305854013240210757' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1908988769011258304</id><published>2009-09-08T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:55:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqZh8046pbI/AAAAAAAAAow/4lqEiV37qhk/s1600-h/hell+week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqZh8046pbI/AAAAAAAAAow/4lqEiV37qhk/s400/hell+week.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379094502558049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.......HELP.PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1908988769011258304?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1908988769011258304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1908988769011258304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1908988769011258304' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqZh8046pbI/AAAAAAAAAow/4lqEiV37qhk/s72-c/hell+week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1112844080192066795</id><published>2009-09-07T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:31:39.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did dun it agin. instead of doin werk i just clicked on a few archived links on my blog. seriously chronicling your life makes for nostalgic retrospection. i realise i was much more hardworking when i first came. we need me back! some of the things i read really inspire. why ohhhh ohhh why and where did we go wrong? shall go rest and rise early. good night world. and give yourself a warm hug, because you're worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1112844080192066795?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1112844080192066795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1112844080192066795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1112844080192066795' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7858194668946397415</id><published>2009-09-07T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:11:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;farewell is the new hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another one bites the dust; ivan this time round, my housemate of almost 3 years, the founding forefather of 3/222 sir fred schonell drive, alongside marcus, who has sometime ago returned to malaysia already. the winds of change urge us on our way, with nary a moment to pause and consider. and so he moves to singapore to start a new chapter there, working as a pharmacist in tan tock seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i haven't really gotten to know ivan that well, and perhaps that is one of the biggest differences between a typical male and female household. girls talk, and guys shun. we're perfectly at ease with being strangers under one roof, minding our own lives and continuing to strive. for what, no one knows for sure. where do pipe dreams end, and realities begin? that great disparity between our lofty hopes and ambitions and what actually plays out on a daily basis never fails to leave me bemused. when then, will i be able to gather up courage enough to embrace all that really was meant to be? to forget what was behind, and strive on towards what lies ahead? dare i answer that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care in sunny sticky sweaty singapore ivan kan cheuk hin, and i pray you settle in just fine and enjoy all that food and dispense correct medications... hehe. catch you end of the year man, and thanks for the memories on the field (and in the courts), along with the clothes and miscellaneous belongings you left for us, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqUhJsUFNnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7TSCRy0-luc/s1600-h/IMG_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqUhJsUFNnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7TSCRy0-luc/s320/IMG_2204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378741780361852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UQSport indoor champions 2008 Sem 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7858194668946397415?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7858194668946397415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7858194668946397415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7858194668946397415' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SqUhJsUFNnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7TSCRy0-luc/s72-c/IMG_2204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1188768309373061954</id><published>2009-09-03T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:24:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch, before dinner, after breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sp9edFra70I/AAAAAAAAAog/0AFKgwbu6nM/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sp9edFra70I/AAAAAAAAAog/0AFKgwbu6nM/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377120333937176386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i've cooked, what with all the whining (whaoo typo) and dining at py's. carbonara for lunch, and possibly a nap to go along. hmmm need to try master mai's yummy-looking salmon and mash soon! we've got potatoes in our house ... they might be green and 3 years old, but still edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, tonight's the second soccer trial to represent singapore at UQ ASEAN games, including countries like .......... KOREA? japan?! china!!?! did someone say ASIAN or asean?? tryna rain on our parade now are we? i think malaysia might actually be the strongest team.... although ...... the koreans and japanese seem to have this natural flair for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running with py and edwin and kim later. NAAAAAPPPPPPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1188768309373061954?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1188768309373061954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1188768309373061954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1188768309373061954' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Sp9edFra70I/AAAAAAAAAog/0AFKgwbu6nM/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-2449759637069679237</id><published>2009-09-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:48:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;misnomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the word of the day. i can't tell you what it means, because i'd probably define and apply it inappropriately anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-2449759637069679237?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2449759637069679237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2449759637069679237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2449759637069679237' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6657739710647109387</id><published>2009-08-30T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:19:01.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiest, most high-tech funeral ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Spp3GgdHZoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ys2BuszXFC8/s1600-h/hanting%27s+21st+w+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Spp3GgdHZoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ys2BuszXFC8/s320/hanting%27s+21st+w+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375740058895083138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i died, and they were happy, and saavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANTING!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha that must rank pretty high on my list of ridiculous things i've done. ok .. considering the stupid things i've done, maybe not that high, maybe moderately high on my list, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da family was gathered at nainai's place for his birthday celebration, and what better way to cap it off than take a family picture with what looks like my head alone sitting on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other foreign-talent cousin frances, who's based in HK, showed how it's supposed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Spp6E-ab9KI/AAAAAAAAAoY/IenNCtaBlkg/s1600-h/hanting%27s+21st+w+fran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Spp6E-ab9KI/AAAAAAAAAoY/IenNCtaBlkg/s320/hanting%27s+21st+w+fran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375743331112055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and man u won 2-1! i went to bed at half-time when it was 0-1 and qinghong said they won simply because i went to bed ..................... basket. anyway check soccernet closely next week, when man u will be announcing their latest signing, in-form striker abou diaby. haha. anyway honestly, it wasn't a very good performance from the red devils, and they were very very fortunate to even come out of the game with any points. the ball is round after all, and anything goes. no complaints from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6657739710647109387?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6657739710647109387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6657739710647109387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6657739710647109387' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Spp3GgdHZoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ys2BuszXFC8/s72-c/hanting%27s+21st+w+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-711493889460518119</id><published>2009-08-30T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:47:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to singapore today, and took pictures with my cousins and extended family! all from a laptop screen, roflcopter. skype does wonders for family ties doesn't it? Happy birthday Hanting! hopefully you're still in the singapore squad and rowing your way to great success. ;) proud of you cuzzie. yawwwwwwwwn, 2.15am and man u is playing now. the bed calls. hmmmmmmm. can't wait to check the photos out on fb seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-711493889460518119?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/711493889460518119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/711493889460518119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#711493889460518119' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8337432961271785124</id><published>2009-08-29T06:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:14:18.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;focus on the blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooooood morning everyone. i'm up nice and early on a saturday morning, no not to head to band of brothers and bushwalking, but to prepare for a bout of robot soccer refereeing a bit later on.... yes that's right, robot soccer refereeing. what in the world is that? i don't know, but i'm the referee so, here's the red card; get off my pitch! i've got a quiz and my ethics proposal due on monday, the first of many ... many deadlines. DEADlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was lying in bed i realised my massively convex'ed and myopic eyeballs are so toight like a toiger, and that's why i can focus only on macro'ed objects while everything else is a blur, just like a camera with huge aperture. i've always thought it pretty cool (apart from not being able to see past 5cm clearly w/o me glasses) since i have a thing for macro shots. what's irritating though is that i can't look directly at the blurred bits because obviosuly my eyes are the focal point, so i'm limited to peripheral appreciation, hahah. that's what cameras do for me, taking snapshots of life, freeing me to well, focus on the blur. because it's only when you focus on the blur, that you appreciate the depth and proximity of what's in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a picture with hossan leong last night! :) it was organised by some overseas singaporean unit, which obviously has decent funding, because the food at the hotel was fantabulous. although some jokes were carried over from his performance with dick lee, he managed to carry it through, so i guess .............. not funny for me but funny for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to read the rules of "robot soccer".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8337432961271785124?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8337432961271785124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8337432961271785124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8337432961271785124' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7263702553751143315</id><published>2009-08-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:49:07.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first breath after coma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star light, star bright, they shineth on; good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7263702553751143315?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7263702553751143315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7263702553751143315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7263702553751143315' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-2052478356891202275</id><published>2009-08-27T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:06:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i post, because i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's a sucka punch to all you who don't own blogs! you don't post, because you CAN'T! well not until you get your own FREE blog anyway. -__- i'm on a roll with these posts aren't i. tonight was ASEAN games soccer trial behind UQ centre. i thought i played pretty well, for someone who hasn't been playing soccer much and has instead been doing marathons without preparing for them (aka stupid). it's mindboggling representing singapore! my childhood dream comes true at last. what's next, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manchester united&lt;/span&gt; ?!?! yes ..... it must be ....... i know it must. they'll prolly have scouts there looking for people to replace vidic and the ageing ferdinand, and i know that's my cue, my time to shine. i'm not delirious, i KNOW it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. anyway after soccer, edwin and i headed to peiyin's (honorary and most hallowed malaysian of all time) house for dinner. they had some sort of yong tau foo soup and there was extra for edwin and i, so that was reallly nice. =)  and then i'm home and blogging and i get SOME feedback that my blog is cheem, in a ... good way? for the aussies, cheem means complicated and hard to understand. but of course, who am i kidding yet again, none of my aussie homies are here, because i've yet to get to know them. geeez leweeez that is baddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who do you write for then, yourself, or the rare reader? it's fun knowing that you've spilt the beans on something in a way where nobody else understands the heck you just said. so ... yes, that writing style must prevail, because it is authentic and untainted and mysterious! ...... ok maybe not. i'm pretty sure some blog titles have been re-used at least once; such are the limits of my imagination and creativity. i need to be saved from my own yoddling mess of staleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe .... tomorrow i shall ............. study, whatever that means in my context anyhow. my dream is to turn this excuse for a blog into a site where i post ridiculous pieces of information concerning my area of study, because that's what passionate people do. they talk passionately about their passion. by the way did i mention i so enjoy staring blankly into space?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-2052478356891202275?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2052478356891202275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2052478356891202275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2052478356891202275' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-2955713617368131419</id><published>2009-08-24T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:14:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allied health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an allied health professional, no matter how alien that might feel to me at the moment. i'm qualified with a unique skill set, though many times i don't feel so. transforming theory into practice is an issue every industry has faced, is facing, and will continue to face, and i don't feel ready for the practice. it's the third year, and things are coming to a head. the future beckons, and the past is, well, past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped on this bandwagon because it meant plenty of inter-personal interaction, perhaps plenty of opportunity for His work, alongside a fulfilling career. and i see this is true, because it is. alas, i also see spurned opportunities thus far, and it is to my chagrin. still, i'm happy to be here, because i know i can make a difference, and there are areas i can contribute to, and want to do so. it ain't over till the fat lady sings. cherish, and treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-2955713617368131419?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2955713617368131419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/2955713617368131419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2955713617368131419' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6246413400136187749</id><published>2009-08-23T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:55:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of marathons, and farewells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran the brisbane marathon with edwin today, and bid farewell to a buddy from cell. the marathon hurt a lot, and the farewell marks the end of a period of farewells. take care back in malaysia siu fai, and godspeed, till we meet again soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also back in their homelands are jon lam, evelyn choo AKA kakak, liwen, and juan alberto. all are precious in His sight, and precious in ours too. we love you guys to bits (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm ...... goodbyes will always be tough. ohhh, the perils of an international student's life. what we've got is here and now, so don't waste it, no not a second. cherish and treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6246413400136187749?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6246413400136187749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6246413400136187749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6246413400136187749' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-447544126477708585</id><published>2009-08-14T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:28:43.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love is how it's lost, not how it's found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..... don't fool around? anyway, i need a haircut, if for nothing else but the professionalism owed my client (amongst ..... other things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was, and is, and is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-447544126477708585?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/447544126477708585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/447544126477708585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#447544126477708585' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-624898642375692834</id><published>2009-07-14T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:01:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum just flew off back to sunny sweaty sticky singapore. i love her so, i do. even though i seldom show it, i do. argh. i love you mum, lots. parents spent some time here with me, dad for a week and mum for another. i'm sure she knew it'd be even more painful returning on a flight on her own (with magic and ele of course .... but stilll!) but she did it, to spend an extra week in the dumps with me (aka my apartment). she got to live as i live, eat as i eat, and well, to a certain extent, sleep as i sleep (half the usual space, since we shared the SINGLE bed). she loves me to bits, and i do too. sighhh ....... it was so hard saying goodbye; i need to do better in school, if, for nobody else, but my parents! urhgz0rs. she's in the air now, hopefully having some deserved rest, and we'll be back to how things were this past 2.5 years once again in slightly under half a day, MSN, skype, and distance calling. even though it was only a week with her in my room, it feels heaps empty now that she's gone. my mess cleared, everything in its right place, the old replaced with new, all these the only signs that she came and went through physically =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATE YOUR PARENTS FOLKS. LOVE U MUM AND DAD. AND SORRY FOR THE MANY TIMES I'VE BEEN .... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SIMPLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DIFFICULT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Slwss94H0SI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0Oh9OoojJy8/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Slwss94H0SI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0Oh9OoojJy8/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358206807699869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SlwssSVa-NI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3zN9Ei779ho/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SlwssSVa-NI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3zN9Ei779ho/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358206796011600082" border="0" 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href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#624898642375692834' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/Slwss94H0SI/AAAAAAAAAoI/0Oh9OoojJy8/s72-c/IMG_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5476449881127415681</id><published>2009-06-09T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:27:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this early morning is a good morning, because i found my spare battery after losing it for a few minutes (i only count something as being lost AFTER a realisation that it has been misplaced has been reached) when i realised i really did not know where it was. i found it in my little sling bag which i took to fraser. much rejoicing..... and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i found my laptop cooling fan cable!! that is a real roflcopter moment, because i've been living without it all semester, AFTER apparently coming over with the cooling pad but not the WIRE to power it. -___- well i was not that dumb or such a muddlehead after all, as i found that elusive wire DEEEEEP in my laptop bag, not least while trying to find my spare battery! thank God, massive. haha. it's the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, on the big things scene, it makes me cringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5476449881127415681?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5476449881127415681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5476449881127415681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5476449881127415681' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8091347118902108486</id><published>2009-05-27T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:38:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's your passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know. i thought i might have an idea, but it wasn't. and then nothing. and then the time came round, and i thought, it might be it. but, is it? it's heartening to see people rise up, live life, cease strife. where is God's place in this? above perhaps, or everywhere. as the curtain falls, i rest easy, in the ensuing chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8091347118902108486?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8091347118902108486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8091347118902108486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8091347118902108486' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1744075895577245771</id><published>2009-05-25T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:41:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the devil's plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is to draw His people away from all they can and should be. be all you can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1744075895577245771?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1744075895577245771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1744075895577245771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1744075895577245771' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6833593070140340315</id><published>2009-05-13T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:07:49.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sadistic chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merrily pissed&lt;br /&gt;cold and flu sheesh&lt;br /&gt;assignment deadline missed&lt;br /&gt;why does it always end like this?&lt;br /&gt;leaves him so peeved&lt;br /&gt;at the end, a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;begin again, this cycle of his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6833593070140340315?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6833593070140340315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6833593070140340315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6833593070140340315' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3237913475789628528</id><published>2009-05-11T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:24:59.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish it were fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very excite to start my health promo essay. ohh and i was supposed to post up sessions and times and available exercise tests available. poooooh. ok later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3237913475789628528?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3237913475789628528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3237913475789628528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3237913475789628528' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8467634329588796239</id><published>2009-04-27T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:17:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would it be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it would be. it would be very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8467634329588796239?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8467634329588796239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8467634329588796239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8467634329588796239' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-162920707673137013</id><published>2009-04-13T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:07:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fraser island looms large on the horizon, inclusive of heavy rain and thunderstorms. we're actually heading down tomorrow, till thursday. i enjoyed easter service and the message, but didn't do much reflection at all. it's been raining and it's so dreary and cold. we're at ian's and studying. yeaaaaaahh right. peiyin just woke up kthnxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-162920707673137013?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/162920707673137013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/162920707673137013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#162920707673137013' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7008308842752183386</id><published>2009-04-06T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:25:59.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ink change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened up a refill for possibly the first time in my life today. it was a .38 signo dx. i've probably opened up refills before, and just possibly not remembered. i need to spill more ink, much more ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;significant things to look out for this week: health promotion essay due weds (woo hoo!), possibly waterworld and ribbetts coming Easter friday, annnnnnnnnnnnnnd, i think that's it. open labs are well ......... running, but i'm like yeah woteva essay comes first. tsssssssk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7008308842752183386?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7008308842752183386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7008308842752183386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7008308842752183386' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1846441430919045193</id><published>2009-03-29T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:39:03.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the warm up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have quite likely the longest warm up time of anybody on this planet. and also on a random note a sore throat that popped up and threatens to give me a fever needs to go away. ASAP. hmmm where's my water bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the latest update on my living quarters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;installation of new vanity set - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new showerhead - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekly/fortnightly housecleaning - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fast adsl2+ internet setup - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as a result) like the best rental package in st lucia hello?!11 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more could i ask for? the dump has been transformed. the smudge on this pretty picture is our fridge recently decided to not be so chill anymore (when your ice cubes don't form after a week you know there's something wrong). i mean but, that's not a problem at all, save for lemuel's ice-cream turning to goo. so what if it's a few degrees higher than it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what's that smell coming from the fridge hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, thanks to lemuel's new car purchase, his renewed vigor in clearing out the untouched-for-10-years garage has been purported to be well received amongst members of the household. it went well; many things were cleared out of there, spiders, bugs, dust, more dust, still more dust, leaves, unknown entities, and kelvin mok's semester 1 notes. verrreehhh naaas i like. we're getting there; we just need to figure out how to push a wreck of a car out of the garage on flat tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've an exam during lecture time on thursday, and a 1000 word due following weds. then it's easter. and before the second of may i gotta feel up soooooooo many bodies it's not even funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1846441430919045193?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1846441430919045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1846441430919045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1846441430919045193' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1288439201085394831</id><published>2009-03-24T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:43:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the 300th Post (coincidentally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! My internet's up!! Helloooooooooooooooooooooo lightning surf speeds! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1288439201085394831?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1288439201085394831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1288439201085394831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1288439201085394831' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5184444144737304105</id><published>2009-03-05T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:38:48.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body attack(ed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a session of body attack yesterday with lydia and her friend, and i think i perspired more than i usually do jogging. there was cardio, there was toning, super intense, but super fun. and my shoulder girdle's super aching now. anyway, off to lecture i go. g'day mateys. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5184444144737304105?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5184444144737304105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5184444144737304105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5184444144737304105' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5302972054830108012</id><published>2009-01-16T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:14:47.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello from level 3 dry lab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this is where i'm based for my republic poly attachment, in a cold (in more ways than one) and technologically advanced testing lab for biomechanics, anthropometric, and to some extent, physiological testing. for this attachment, i'm supposed to analyse many many many data and make information out of it, entering it into an excel spreadsheet. hmmmm, why does this sound a lot like the much-maligned temp. job many others resort to, aptly termed 'data entry'? well that's what it exactly is you eggheads, but up one level la. i gotta manipulate and extract information out of this motion analysis software called visual3d, so learning how to do that has been rather interesting. unfortunately, that exciting novel feeling kinda wore off after ploughing through the same thing for 30 subjects, leaving me disillusioned and blogging. so is this what research life is? that sucks! methinks i'm more suited to helping people directly with information garnered by God-gifted numbercrunching geekspeak-spouting exercise scientists who do all this dirty work, hehe. 'tis a vast industry this i realise. remind me to try straight out for an internship with SGH instead of this next time round. of course, this attachment still does have its merits, and i hope i can learn as much as possible in wat lil time i have here. to do that, probably less blogging and more hardcore data entry work ethics will free up more time to do more and learn more. man i'm such a conscientious worker, cramming more stuff in the same hours with the same pay. lmao who am i kidding, it's all hot air at the mo, but watch out! i'll be back after lunch to bulldoze my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also doing this school camp orientation facilitator job part-time, and next week is hell week cus monday to wednesday is with nanyang primary! after the jawdropping no-holds-barred briefing we had yesterday, i'm thinking it's still not too late to pull out. haha! just yesterday as well i worked a few hours with smarty pants VJC IP sec 4 kids. i discovered, they're human too! or at least in the street sense yow, because i'm very sure all of them are in IP because of what they can do sitting down with a test paper at their mercy. we had to facilitate a mini 'amazing race' around chinatown, in the spirit of things (yes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dong dong dong chiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time is here, in case you havent' realised) and this was just one of the activities planned for them. i did have my doubts when they took a little while to figure out &lt;em&gt;perigi maksima&lt;/em&gt;, which directly translated means &lt;em&gt;well maximum,&lt;/em&gt; actually was referring to maxwell, but yea i guess that brings me back to the abovementioned point anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a very fulfilling summer break on the surface, but what lies beneath, who can know? be good kids, and avoid foot rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5302972054830108012?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5302972054830108012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5302972054830108012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5302972054830108012' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-8732141395417825600</id><published>2009-01-05T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:36:54.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our paths divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i attended my mum's cousin's daughter's wedding. that makes her my distant distant relative. josh and his family were there too. i realise i really haven't attended many weddings, perhaps due to me being away these 2 years when those slightly older than me are starting to all tie their respective knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my dad picked us up after the dinner and we proceeded home. he parked the car halfway between our block (95) and block 93. we all got out of the car. before my very eyes, in a most singular and allegorical display, my mum and dad started trudging off in different directions towards different blocks. my mum was making very steady progress towards 93 while my dad was moving towards 95. neither was remotely aware of the distinct lack of another 2 members walking alongside. each assumed that the other two would be along any moment now anyway. and so it was, that my parents actually made it to the lobbies and my dad actually went up, no questions asked, while somewhere in that block 93 lobby mummy realised this block was not that familiar after all and sheepishly retreated back to the carpark to rejoin me, patiently sitting on the car bonnet. we then took the correct route back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how we get so myopic in our little glassed in worlds that sometimes, we take wrong turns in life unknowingly. any form of beautiful big picture is lost on us. sometimes, we need to learn the hard way, through a heap of trial and error mistakes, to truly learn the lesson life is throwing at us. but at the end of the day, it's always nice to have a friend to fall back on at that fork in the road. a friend who never says 'see i told you so' (and actually means it anyway), a friend who is completely trustworthy, and who loves you unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend.... perhaps, like Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-8732141395417825600?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8732141395417825600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/8732141395417825600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8732141395417825600' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-97164833303443494</id><published>2008-12-28T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:15:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mere distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone! i'm back from the land of taiwan, and boy was it one hectic trip of a trip. we went round the WHOLE of taiwan in like 7 days and had 2 free and easy days. i ate ate ate ... and ate some more. didn't really come across any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la-meis&lt;/span&gt; though, still not too sure how that works. the tour was conducted in mandarin, and apart from refining my taiwan accent, there was a low % of information garnered about taiwan's history. still, a good lesson in mandarin and its importance, and beauty. God granted us our request for great weather (it rained not) and he also helped me retrieve the new camera battery that somehow slipped out of my pants pocket in the hotel restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on clouds we bounded; in pictures recorded; hastily departed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-97164833303443494?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/97164833303443494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/97164833303443494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#97164833303443494' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-427894850830370024</id><published>2008-12-19T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:12:09.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohhhhhhhh....................... noes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone. i just casually flipped up my course profiles for next semester before going to bed, before flying to taiwan, and guess what! chris is officially pwned!!!!!! i can't even begin to describe the ownage that is going to take place next semester. i need socks so high they match the dubai tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night guys, have a great Christmas. see you after taiwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-427894850830370024?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/427894850830370024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/427894850830370024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#427894850830370024' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1237525603414871951</id><published>2008-11-28T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:48:17.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people do stuff. they go places. we live everywhere. make no mistake about it, the time is nigh. so much to do, so little time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1237525603414871951?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1237525603414871951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1237525603414871951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1237525603414871951' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3874929862898567536</id><published>2008-11-18T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:51:09.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;droplet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many similarly-shaped ones have been dropping all day and all night for 3 consecutive days now. summer is well and truly upon us. i'm just glad my complex did not just up and float away into the pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay indoors and play cs everyone. or fallout 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, 19 - 24 is spent in sydney, wollongong, on mission trip! my first. am i unprepared or WHAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3874929862898567536?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3874929862898567536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3874929862898567536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3874929862898567536' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-6706292348899477922</id><published>2008-11-07T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:05:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;musculoskeletal anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2 hours 15 minutes. annulus fibrosus compromise in posterior prolapse. please let me stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-6706292348899477922?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6706292348899477922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/6706292348899477922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6706292348899477922' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-7124140182716997788</id><published>2008-11-01T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:31:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't come talk cock lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singapore and its colloquial terms. the word fusion is redefined in that little red dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APU NEH NEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish and racist term for an Indian man.&lt;br /&gt;(To a child): " Don't go out by yourself , skarly the Apu neh-neh catch you then you know!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-7124140182716997788?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7124140182716997788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/7124140182716997788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7124140182716997788' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5583895264667868213</id><published>2008-10-30T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:45:05.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that thorny issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLESLIE%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   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	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three times I pleaded with the Lord to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-style: italic;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLESLIE%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gladly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, so that Christ's power may rest on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-style: italic;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLESLIE%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 2 Corinthians 12:8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, that i might avoid conceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5583895264667868213?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5583895264667868213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5583895264667868213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5583895264667868213' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5736684881379484211</id><published>2008-10-29T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:27:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunny day /hurray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings wlike eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;another day brings the same challenges zzzommmgosh. arughmeowhgghhhhurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br /&gt;anatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocksanatomyrocks&lt;br 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0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOES, TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5736684881379484211?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5736684881379484211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5736684881379484211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5736684881379484211' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-3526606604519067658</id><published>2008-10-28T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:49:21.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take me to that other place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's verse of the day, as chosen by AL :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So do not fear, for I am with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will strengthen you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Isaiah 41:10&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i've covered 1.5 lectures of anatomy. there's be 26 yow. the heat is absofrickinlutely on. i got a 10% penalty on my lab report. it's about time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-3526606604519067658?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3526606604519067658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/3526606604519067658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3526606604519067658' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-1859565639869078940</id><published>2008-10-27T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:11:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the spring of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musings of a mild bespectacled sloth of a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30460" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30460" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft 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Amen. - 1 Peter 5:5-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need Thee every hour.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-1859565639869078940?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1859565639869078940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/1859565639869078940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1859565639869078940' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490186.post-5058467321448814908</id><published>2008-10-19T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:08:13.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in situ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SPs13wKI2QI/AAAAAAAAAcU/PF3PIlJsmHk/s1600-h/IMG_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SPs13wKI2QI/AAAAAAAAAcU/PF3PIlJsmHk/s320/IMG_0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258856221821688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really just wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SPs14VL08aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XzkK98YlcSE/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SPs14VL08aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XzkK98YlcSE/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258856231760884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. i'm horrid. eeuurghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disclaimer: no carebears or flat dogs were harmed in the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490186-5058467321448814908?l=now-its-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5058467321448814908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490186/posts/default/5058467321448814908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://now-its-on.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5058467321448814908' title=''/><author><name>paN!cker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512516767223790693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wCeudeng1M/SPs13wKI2QI/AAAAAAAAAcU/PF3PIlJsmHk/s72-c/IMG_0249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
