<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:04:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>~xXx . : : l||l [孤独　の　道] l||l : : . xXx~</title><description>思考の溝から私は、この生命絶望するために、罵倒するために住むことを、来た。憂欝なメロディーのように、嘲笑される悲劇的なparody 、私は滝を通してペーパータオルのような生命の次元を横断する。私の生命は風に属し、私は風の谷に住むじや。。。</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-7543834361989585978</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T18:00:28.777+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nWgtIQpmP7s/SETNdmAGjlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/85YtBLi0ao0/s1600-h/1210893752478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207512977448013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nWgtIQpmP7s/SETNdmAGjlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/85YtBLi0ao0/s400/1210893752478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pooh Bear was not pleased to find out he was the illegitimate child of Christopher and Goldilocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten my results for March's paper! Terrible results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Research : B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resource Planning : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management of Service Operations : B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My previous Semester's papers : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Communications : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Behaviour &amp;amp; Performance : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Innovation : B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my Previous Previous Semester's : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics of Industry : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Behaviour : B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Management &amp;amp; Strategy : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Management : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total score for my Year 2 aggregate : 778 out of 1200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, the total contribution to my year 3 Honors is *drumroll* 16 marks out of 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this you can roughly tell that although it looks might impressive if you just look at the alphabetical grades, in numerical grades &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's downright pathetic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I've basically gotten REALLY LOW C's, with MMS at 52 marks and RP at 51 marks. The best mark I've gotten is Marcoms at 75, followed by Economics of Industry at 74 and finally Work Behaviour and Performance at 71. My Bs range from 61 to 69, which means I've basically covered the ENTIRE RANGE FOR THE B GRADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that I have to get a consistent &lt;strong&gt;80 marks&lt;/strong&gt; if I want a First Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*clutches hair and pulls head off*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though to be fair, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; been enjoying myself recently =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passion Run coming up! Furthest distance... 5km. &lt;strong&gt;On a Treadmill&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-7543834361989585978?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/06/pooh-bear-was-not-pleased-to-find-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nWgtIQpmP7s/SETNdmAGjlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/85YtBLi0ao0/s72-c/1210893752478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-3758171978995506009</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T10:25:07.062+08:00</atom:updated><title>WTF</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scheduling Meetings between 14th - 17th April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 14th ok?&lt;br /&gt;Member A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member B: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member C: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member E: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meeting can't continue cos Member D can't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15th ok?&lt;br /&gt;Member A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member B: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member C: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member E: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meeting can't continue cos 2 members can't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 16th ok?&lt;br /&gt;Member A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member B: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member C: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member E: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 17th ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member A: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Member B: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Member C: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Member D: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Member E: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay! Meeting can be held then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kerio runs around fixing rooms, firming up details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director :&lt;/strong&gt; Hm. I don't like that day. How about Breakfast on the 17th or 18th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member B: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member C: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Member D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Member E: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kerio Strangles all members and Director)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-3758171978995506009?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/04/wtf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-5191282900214218822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T11:18:20.994+08:00</atom:updated><title>JYFW</title><description>Day 2 of job-searching while working in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Course only ending in July 09, need money to finance final instalment in Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;2. Wedding at the end of year needs money&lt;br /&gt;3. Need leave to study and not many organisations give paid, unrecorded leave for studying&lt;br /&gt;4. Need 8 - 5 or 9 - 6 job in order to attend classes; can't work weekends too.&lt;br /&gt;5. Location can't be too far away from home, or travel would be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fiancee thinking of changing job too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when there're this many options to weigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My course mate, James, just deferred his previous exam, and I'm not looking forward to suffering the same fate. That, coupled with all the work I'm having to do, plus all the damned uncertainty of job redesign and a definite negative on the rewards to be reaped from the redesign (heck, work more! Earn the same! Why not minister take pay cut chop chop eh?!) - it's all making for a really broody and seething Kerio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you fuckers wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-5191282900214218822?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/04/jyfw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-7862144891279225287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T17:37:24.106+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sibei stress ah</title><description>HEYA GUYS AND GAL LONG TIME NO SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little busy recently, what with work, exams, marriage preparations and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple life is always a little difficult to deal with cos along with the person you love, you have to deal with his/her baggages and family. On my side, the missus has this problem with her paternal unit and paternal unit's extended family, and her mother also gives her some problems cos of Menopause. Menopause is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So's the person who has it. When my mom had menopause, she gave me no end of hell about ridiculous and unreasonable stuff you couldn't even &lt;em&gt;dream &lt;/em&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg. conversation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mom, I think I broke my leg while representing the school in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Mom during menopause : Why you break your leg? Why so stupid? Tell you don't play basketball liao you don't understand is it? Can earn money or not? Now who paying for your medical fees? The school is it? The gahman?! Go pay yourself! I not paying for yew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where in that conversation would you find the sentence "So How Are You Feeling?". It made my life a living hell especially when she was out to quarrel with you and non-response would earn you a kind of sulky, sullen, pouty, disgusting cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids, if your mother is aged 40 to 55, remember that she'd have to go through menopause, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will suck for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going fantastic at work, cos with one "bright idea" after another in the civil service (mostly by Degree holders trying to use the Non-Graduates as &lt;strong&gt;Resources&lt;/strong&gt; to fuel their promotions) to "redesign" the job they're currently holding, it's been hell on the floor trying to find out exactly what the hell is it they want to do. What's more, the pay seems to have remained quite stable for the lower/middle income group, so much so that the lower income group seems to have been marginalised and the only group that is large enough to pay attention to is the middle income group, which consists of diploma and degree holders. Apparently, those "Bright Chaps" Up there aren't looking at the disadvantages of Job Redesign, namely that THE PERSON WHO HAS HIS JOB REDESIGNED WILL GET THE SAME BLOODY PAY TO DO MORE SHIT&lt;strong&gt; THAN HE CAN HANDLE&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't those "bright chaps" know that job redesign is supposed to only work if the workers are motivated by work itself? Most of us aren't motivated by work or the lack thereof; we're motivated by&lt;strong&gt; money&lt;/strong&gt;. Doing this redesign thing would be suicide for staff morale. But of course, those fat chaps up there couldn't care less, as long they can squeeze the lower ranks to do more for less, they get bonuses worth more than what some of us earn in an entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I say this with all the conviction of someone who doesn't &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; have a degree (I'll only graduate next year July), but with the somewhat lacking enthusiasm of someone who might just join those ranks in all eventuality and therefore is careful not to openly lambast who I might become in the future. But I'll be frank to say this : if I were up there making these policies, I'd &lt;strong&gt;sure as hell be sorry for those dumbasses on the receiving end&lt;/strong&gt;. I at least wouldn't sit back in my chair with a bloody retarded grin on my face thinking I've made a positive impact on people's lives when hundreds, nay, &lt;strong&gt;THOUSANDS&lt;/strong&gt; of people are cursing the person who thought of implementing the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with no regards to this, I proudly say Hello to me in the future if I happen to be reading this post 3-4 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO FUTURE ME!! IT SUCKS TO BE ME RIGHT NOW! AND IT SUCKS REALLY REALLY BAD!! HOPE THINGS ARE BETTER FOR YOU THERE (AND THEN)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is that besides work, exams and marriage preparations, I now also have to worry about finding a new job and financing myself throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next term (starting 9th April) would be the first term in my 3rd Year, which holds a crazy 70% of the entire score. I think, without a doubt, that it's time to really buck up and take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibei stress ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-7862144891279225287?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/04/sibei-stress-ah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-8226652950308771163</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T15:19:18.232+08:00</atom:updated><title>Flight</title><description>I dreamt I was flying again. Not Peter Petrelli flying, but flying and escaping from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamt I was in an armoured suit, impervious to the world around me. The armour was light as air but felt strong and metallic against my skin, and then these giant boosters lifted me off the ground and I jetted over the skies, flying loops and twirling like the wind set free. It was such an energizing dream I found myself wanting to drop back into bed and continue to fly even though it was time to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frequency of these "flying" dreams have become quite high, and I'm starting to really enjoy them, despite the possibility that they may mean possible mental breakdown. The sheer exhilaration from soaring into the endless blue, twirling past office buildings and increasing speed, going faster and faster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a phrase the Isamu, the lead character in Macross Plus said when he was asked what he thought when he was flying his plane. His reply was that when he was flying, he would look at the clouds streaming past him, and would feel the urge to increase his speed, going faster, faster, and faster, and eventually he would see something.. something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-8226652950308771163?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/02/flight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-7721698819069206776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-03T11:03:34.618+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>23rd December 2007 : Went to Adel's colleague's wedding at Marriot. Was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve : Proposed to Adel and swept her off to St Julien's where I paid for a $270 lunch I didn't quite like (except for a few items). Went back to her place for Pizza at night, and gleefully opened presents. Got a Polar Heartbeat and Distance Monitor watch from Adel!!! That cost her a good $500 plus. Add the other items like the socks, the wrist bag etc, and I bet that came close or even exceeded $600. That's the first time anyone spent so much on me. I feel so pampered. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas : Met Cloud in Church for my baptism. Got baptised with Adel and her Mom. Thereafter went back home to arrange for Adel's family get-together. Went back to get Curry Chicken and Bee Hoon from my Mom (paid around $50, which was less than what she had spent, which means she actually paid a fair amount for us) and got her brother to collect the Tiramisu from Marriot we had ordered the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve : Played Board Game, cooked maggi mee, played NDS. Slept around 12. Super No Life. I'd at least get some Booze next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Y'all =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-7721698819069206776?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2008/01/23rd-december-2007-went-to-adels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-5403077229138501160</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T17:46:55.310+08:00</atom:updated><title>Engaged</title><description>It's been a long 1 year plus with Adel, since we've been seeing each other every day for the past 1 year plus. Both of us agreed that if we can't get along with each other on a daily basis while dating, marriage will be a terrible disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that line of thought, we see each other every single day, eat together, and settle whatever differences pop up along the way, and we have a healthier relationship than with most people I see. It's good to see that as we voice our dissatisfactions and be conscientiously gentle with one another when addressing the dissatisfactions, we evolve our relationship into one which has an almost intuitive understanding of one another, and we learn slowly to come to terms with the unsavoury parts of each other's character and learn to deal with it and not try to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we love each other for each other, and that includes the little irritations that make us &lt;em&gt;us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I happily announce that Adeline and I have been officially engaged as at 24th December 2007! Pix and video to come soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s wanted to blog about this earlier but stupid office computer and stupid blogger kept giving me an error message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas y'all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-5403077229138501160?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/12/engaged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-1829130771616567886</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T12:59:44.435+08:00</atom:updated><title>SC 07 (1:17)</title><description>1:17 hours for 10k isn't too bad, right? Left foot hurts like hell though. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really glad to be running again =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-1829130771616567886?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/12/sc-07-117.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-7650024141641443259</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-09T16:54:41.778+08:00</atom:updated><title>Rlshp rant</title><description>I miss the runs in the morning and in the evenings, having my brain churn like a furious engine while I quietly plod along the track with no light, artificial or natural. I miss the cool air and the feeling that you're doing something to your body that's finally &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; instead of filling it with junk and sitting around watching &lt;em&gt;bloody soap operas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss running, weights, karate, anime, reading my little sci-fi novels and exploring philosophy with a furtive finger, poking my finger in to see it's depth but not quite diving into it so I won't have to memorise names and terms and things by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss swimming in the 1pm sun, scorching my pale, sickly skin brown and yet not feeling the slightest heat from the sun when I cut through the water like a saw through plywood (&lt;em&gt;I'm a slow swimmer, ok?!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to the library on Sundays after my swim to read through inane literature, children's encyclopedias, Dave Barry, Terry Pratchett, Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, about religion, marketing, philosophy, cooking, totally stretching my brain and my body to the absolute limit before I crash into my soft bed and conk out for hours around 3pm, having squeezed so many things into so little time I'd know for a certainty that for today, &lt;em&gt;I lived&lt;/em&gt;. Then I'd wake up around 6pm to play video games and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things I've always been doing before I met Adel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently comment on the fact that when 2 persons become a couple, they become a single entity - moving together, eating together, doing everything together except showering and going to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing just that - watching serials with her, eating her fast food, going to her office during lunchtime despite a 15 minute walk in the sun, going to her place at Yishun even though it doubles my transportation expenses and takes me an hour to and fro office even though it takes me 15 minutes to go back home normally.. and even slowing down my usual stride to match her small, tottering steps on account of her high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, despite all this, it seems like I'm fitting into &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; life, and she's not fitting into mine. All the things that I usually do and like to do, I've not done. I want to see the nature and walk through greenery, but she'd complain it's too hot and get irritable after a while. I want to wake up to run in the early morning even before the sun rises, but she'd stay up so late the previous night it'd be impossible to wake up in the morning no matter how many alarms I set. And although I'd be able to wake up by myself, the effort is doubled because I have to wake her up to go for the run together with me, and usually, at that time, just that little extra effort is sufficient motivation to send me back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dash off after work at 6 sharp, to fully utilise my time so that I wouldn't waste any extra time trying to "earn my keep" despite spending 8 hours already at work. As if 8 hours isn't enough. I'd reach home in 15 minutes, shower and eat, and set down to do my reading, my surfing, or video game playing, or my weights or martial arts training. Time would be well spent and every minute would be chock full of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've met her, I'm needed to wait 15 minutes, sometimes a full hour for her to "finish up" her work and pack up, and then take a full hours' commute to her place, where she would just sit in front of the fan and complain about the heat, and then we'd do absolutely nothing except eat and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we talk, it's all about work, about what her colleagues said, what her bosses did, what her job entails in full detail. When pressed for a political debate, she'd turn defensive and support her idea with vehemence bordering on aggression. When I blame the people she works with for doing certain things wrong, she'd almost certainly get into a full-scale argument with me, sulking over it thereafter and trying to give me a guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and I try, and I anchor myself on my principles of constantly being around her when she asks, holding her hand constantly or putting my hand around her waist when I can so that she'd always know I'm around (and I got scolded for it because she said it was hot and to stop doing it), and not openly trying to point out her flaws because part of a relationship demands &lt;em&gt;acceptance&lt;/em&gt;, and I cook for her family whenever they don't eat anything, I try to cheer her up when she's down, talk to her even though her sour mood would guarantee me being ridiculed in some way by her, and despite my wanting to be more assertive and just hecking it all and doing things my way, I &lt;em&gt;just can't&lt;/em&gt;. Because I believe that these things should work both ways, that when I give, she should give. I believe relationships shouldn't be about &lt;em&gt;taking&lt;/em&gt;. It's about giving and giving, and waiting, hoping, that your partner would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try... it is becoming very trying to be around her constantly being a smartass, constantly irritable, undisciplined, and altogether lethargic once she reaches home. To me that is the greatest sacrilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not work to waste time at home. One works so that time at home can be spent more meaningfully than watching hongkong dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I don't need to rent CSI to occupy myself. It's interesting, but I have far better things to do than to stare at a brightly lit screen when I've already been doing that for 8 or more hours at work. I know you're trying to cater to my wants by renting CSI (or perhaps it's yours), but it's really not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop milling around in the mist and wake up. You're single-handedly destroying your own life and setting your path so fixed in stone you have invariably left no other option for yourself except to become someone else you're &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Just because other people do things that way doesn't mean &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-7650024141641443259?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/11/rlshp-rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-4846464981914020706</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T14:03:39.598+08:00</atom:updated><title>Need kickstart</title><description>Adel and I have set up this new, lovey dovey blog : &lt;a href="http://adal-adel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://adal-adel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little diabetic, so note before you go there. Plus, it's VERY heavy on pix, some random and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up again. New boss came in,  and Adel's Mom just found herself a boyfriend who's quite heavy handed with his spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some kind of change to kickstart my brain and body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-4846464981914020706?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/10/need-kickstart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-4132715618281221406</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-12T13:53:11.746+08:00</atom:updated><title>Gifts</title><description>&lt;a href="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/9103/courts8990xz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/9103/courts8990xz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff to consider for Gifts : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adidas jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary Higgins Clark - "I've heard that song before"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious Thoughts Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI DVD set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptop bag from Courts : $89.90 (Above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-4132715618281221406?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-435335254550464590</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-10T09:36:56.124+08:00</atom:updated><title>Results and Backside</title><description>Update : Got a Damned "C" For my MMS!!! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 First Term Results are in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Behaviour : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Management : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics of Industry : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing &amp;amp; Management Strategy : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be horribly jinxed at Math and operations-based subjects. So far my battle records are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Accounting 1 : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Accounting 2 : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantitative Methods in Information Management : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisational Information Systems : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Law : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisational Behaviour : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisational Psychology : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Economics : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice of Management : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Marketing : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Production and Operations Management : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which, although not terrible, could have been much better &lt;em&gt;if I had studied harder hahaha who am I trying to kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of the above exams were studied for in the span of &lt;em&gt;2 days&lt;/em&gt;, hence qualifying me as a &lt;em&gt;damn bloody genius&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C"s notwithstanding, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired from work. New boss, shit-loads of rubbish to do, and funnily enough, people who don't think I'm doing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade and I walked through my career options, and I must say : Resigning and finding new employment is looking &lt;strong&gt;real attractive&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be naiive enough to say that Civil Servant Administrators are undermined, underpaid and overworked, since there are some people here who can talk for hours on handphones and still get paid more than me, and I suspect it isn't very different in the private sector, but all the work I have to do (even at my pace) and stuff I need to follow up on &lt;strong&gt;really doesn't justify the $1280 nett I take home everyday despite being in the civil service since 2004 and having 7.5 years experience in administration with 2 from the Private Sector and another 2.5 from National Service.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent-discovery and retention &lt;a href="http://tvindy.typepad.com/photos/pic_of_the_week/cow_butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my backside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "talent-discovery" the civil service does is only related to Degree Holders, not to the people who fall in between the cracks, like me. So when people fall into the asscrack of society, the Singapore Civil Service does the most logical thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It Ignores Them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-435335254550464590?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/10/results-and-backside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-7522622770915049417</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-02T15:26:35.924+08:00</atom:updated><title>Just to clarify, It's not all that bad</title><description>I realise, from reading my past entries about Adel, that it seems as if we've been struggling. Actually, the fact is that I tend to blog about unpleasant stuff more so than I do pleasant stuff, so it only seems as if Adel's a workaholic and I'm constantly whining about respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost inseparable, as it is. When we do stayovers at each other's places, I like the weekends most of all, when we can wake up looking half-asleep and slightly ruffled and then just get together in this tight embrace while we say our muffled 'Good Morning's (on account of our faces being buried in each other's arms). I love the smell of her hair, the softness of her cheeks, her occasional scowl and the cute "hmph!" sound she makes when she's pretending to sulk. I love feeling her stubby nose rub my shoulder rhythmically from left to right, and I love it when she squeezes my hand and tries to cripple me permanently by pinching and poking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our long discussions about politics and work and governance, our discussions about philosophy; I love playing reversi and watching her go beetroot with smugness when she wins me (Best of 3?); I love watching TV with her even though some of the shows are rather boring; and I love that cute little dance she does when she sees a cockroach in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I Love this woman, and I love it that she tries to fulfill her end of her bargain to respect and treat with respect our mutual love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the infallibly cynical Kerio has discovered Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many events to come. Watch for pictures. Meanwhile, here're some :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/4170/ap63mn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/4170/ap63mn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to go to &lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;http://www.someecards.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-7522622770915049417?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-to-clarify-its-not-all-that-bad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-3017673170108449727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-24T16:17:21.005+08:00</atom:updated><title>Lessons in life</title><description>I suppose it's a little strange to be talking about faith and religion in a positive light since ever since this blog was set up, all I've ever done was to openly lambast the logical fallacies in every religion I get my grubby hands on, but I think this is a rather good time to do it (seeing how there's no real "good" time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you read my blog at all, or visited K's Ghetto, you'd know that my childhood consisted of being heavily persecuted for being Christian. You wouldn't expect that in sunny, liberal Singapore, but it happens. Usually, the kids either die from the trauma, or develop an unexplored and subconscious loathing for religion. I never liked running from myself in particular, because no matter where you run, you always are there. You can't run from your shadows because your shadows are who you are - your past, your iniquities, your secret perversions, your failings and weaknesses, your deepest, darkest desires that no one would ever know except yourself - all those are You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to run and run and run, and be running forever, seeking solace and sanctuary in the fiery, golden liquid that smells so promising when it's poured into a crystal glass with ice, changing eventually to a drunkard living each day with basic functionality just so you can go back and embrace the heady delusions and temporary euphoria your liquid addiction avails you so conveniently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to pick up some Death, packed cleverly into small boxes that smell so comforting and make you feel so at ease when you take in the pungent smell of the addictive drugs being burnt, and only scream in soundless anguish when your body fails from the chemical abuse and you can no longer speak or breath without feeling the fires of hell burn in your throat, and you realise that the only source of escape will always come with a price - a price you would have to pay for with your already tragic life... only that everyone close to you will have to pay the price for you - medical or health-wise - because you were so wrapped up in your sorrow and pain to realise that the world is passing you by with every minute you spend hiding in your shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to fight, and wreck your mind with endless questions unanswered, knowing that the answer is &lt;em&gt;just right there, right there&lt;/em&gt; but you can't surpass your human brain and conditioning without going insane in the process. You know the fight will not be won - it cannot be won! But you also know the fight won't be fully lost. Like me, you will spend years of your life just coming to terms with your own past, dragging up ugly memories mixed with pleasant ones, not quite liking yourself and getting maniacally depressed over your own inability to change, afraid of losing the "self" you've worked so hard to become and yet understanding that in order to untangle a knot in the ball of yarn, sometimes you have to unroll the entire ball of yarn. Never will you feel so naked, so vulnerable.. but in the end, you will ask yourself this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I becoming who I want to be? Who others have made me into? Or am I becoming a person who has allowed circumstances to make me a different person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time I explored my own past, finding out more and more of my own motivations and perceptions, coming to terms with that incredible storehouse of latent fury that remained latent and passive, always knowing that the slightest let-up would make me unleash terrible and bloody torture on my fellow humans (We humans are all born with the ability to do great evil), and never quite coming to terms with it because I always remembered what was done to me by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting baptised on the 25th December of this year. For me this is the greatest step I can ever think about taking, because all that I've gone through in the past 25 years - all the trials and tribulations - all were indirectly or directly because of Christianity. By this I don't mean stuff like "I almost failed my PSLE and that was God's test for me" because &lt;em&gt;that's just rubbish&lt;/em&gt;. If I almost failed my PSLE, it'd be because I was a lazy sonofabitch, and not because God was testing me. You can't sit in a field and pray for God to give you a harvest of corns without moving your ass to plant those corns, y'know. By saying my pains were linked to Christianity means I was violently beaten for believing in Christ because my old man was anti-christian. There's a difference between the 2 examples. You can go through life and perhaps lose your job or get a pay cut and pray to God for guidance, and perhaps that is a test of your faith or to help you to learn to save money. But being beaten for believing - now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;'s a test of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I failed, might I add. Then again, I was just a kid, ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're many things going through my mind now - mostly the old lamentations of "why wasn't He there for you here-and-here", but one understands now that sometimes, the hardest lesson to learn isn't about Strength or Fortitude - we learn to be strong through tests and pain but that isn't the ultimate lesson to be learn; it's about Trust and Faith... and Loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, for me it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your lesson in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-3017673170108449727?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/09/lessons-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-8903029255087926427</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-03T11:26:35.873+08:00</atom:updated><title>Good Company</title><description>The quarrel blew over, and we managed to sit down and talk things through. It's a good thing we set rules at the very beginning of the relationship =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the failed relationships around me made me realise something - the crucial points in any relationship, be it friendship, courtship, or even love are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nosce te Ipsum - Know Thyself.&lt;br /&gt;2) Communicate how you feel and think to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn that sometimes solutions are better than whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, when it comes down to being in any relationship, understanding and respect are key to keeping the relationship floating. Once the border is crossed and the person keeps going, the relationship is screwed until the person goes back behind the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about &lt;em&gt;toeing&lt;/em&gt; the line. It's about keeping well behind it. Show respect, understanding and humility - don't judge your partners - so that you can expect the same in return. Treat people how you would like to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out now that all the trials I've gone through in the past has made me very much in touch with myself, with all the self-doubt and questioning.. I find out it has made me a better person, too - though sometimes it may be self-destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a Corrine May concert today, and we're finally training for the Singapore Bay Run! Granted, it's 12km, but it's going to be fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can officially say - life is infinitely better with good company =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-8903029255087926427?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-company.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-565412040911057129</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T10:02:26.231+08:00</atom:updated><title>Woo Hoo</title><description>Almost dieded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spate of examinations throughout last week was tough as hell, and not to mention the fact that I was totally unprepared for them even till the very last minute. The gf also came by to stay for the week to give me moral support, and I found it extremely difficult to turn her down because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I quite like the moral support&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't bear to tell her I can only study when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few events coming up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Watching Shutter and Alone both in a row with Cloud and his missus (trying to get a date)&lt;br /&gt;ii) Watching the NDP Preview on the 28th July with the gf&lt;br /&gt;iii) Watching Corrine May concert on the 3rd August with the gf&lt;br /&gt;iv) Collection of the AHM race pack on the 17th Aug&lt;br /&gt;v) Going for the AHM on the 26th Aug with the gf&lt;br /&gt;vi) My mother's birthday on the 28th Aug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to office after a week's examination leave to tackle 140+ emails, which left me &lt;em&gt;utterly&lt;/em&gt; drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On leave this friday.. and I'm getting my Harry Potter this Friday, Woo Hoo!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-565412040911057129?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo-hoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-5589489138215026305</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-03T16:14:59.310+08:00</atom:updated><title>Rant</title><description>Property prices are going up up up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economic_bubble"&gt;Wealth Effect&lt;/a&gt;. I also like the term "Fool Effect", because it reminds me of Mr T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, me and my gf had this discussion about how the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, and the topic zipped all over the place with the following points being the main ones :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You need money to make money (eg, investing, entrepreneurship etc)&lt;br /&gt;2) More people are getting degrees&lt;br /&gt;3) There're so many people with degrees that eventually, no one's gonna wanna do the dirty work (already a problem in Taiwan and Hongkong)&lt;br /&gt;4) Welcome to education bubble, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with education is that it's a lot like a hot-air balloon; the people getting better educations are like hot air and the economy is like a balloon. The hot air buoys the economy and it rises and rises until it reaches a point where the atmosphere can't support the economy.. then it swiftly diminishes and all the hot air is lost in the atmosphere. Currently, the Sg gahman is using the hot-air effect to carry the low-waged workers upwards.. but when it crashes, it'd all crash downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge economies are so fragile because they're dependant on the economy and society working &lt;em&gt;just the way it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, saw Adel's ex on Saturday night after we watched Transformers (30thJune) at Tiong Bahru.. and I am glad to say that he looks much better on the pictures, because he looks like his mother gave him 2 tight slaps and called the police right after he came out of her birth canal cuz he looks like a fucking sex maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-5589489138215026305?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-2868855260194182424</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T16:32:43.120+08:00</atom:updated><title>Race Season!</title><description>Upcoming runs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuno Wave Run&lt;br /&gt;22nd July 2007&lt;br /&gt;5km &amp; 10km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgocorp.com/"&gt;http://www.vgocorp.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : 15th July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'pore Bay Run/AHM&lt;br /&gt;26th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;12km &amp; 21km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safra.sg/"&gt;http://www.safra.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : 22nd July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape Run&lt;br /&gt;09th September 2007&lt;br /&gt;5km &amp; 10km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shape.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.shape.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : 22nd August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for Hope&lt;br /&gt;16th September 2007&lt;br /&gt;4km &amp; 8km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runforhopesingapore.org/"&gt;http://www.runforhopesingapore.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : 14th September 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Eastern Run&lt;br /&gt;21st October 2007&lt;br /&gt;10k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.women10k.com/"&gt;http://www.women10k.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : Not known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Run&lt;br /&gt;28th October 2007&lt;br /&gt;10km &amp;15km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realrun.sg/"&gt;http://www.realrun.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : Not known – Starts in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Marathon&lt;br /&gt;2nd December 2007&lt;br /&gt;10k, 21k &amp; 42.195km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporemarathon.com/en/"&gt;http://www.singaporemarathon.com/en/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration closes : Based on take-up rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to run! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-2868855260194182424?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/race-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-5721998979195042873</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-27T17:09:11.629+08:00</atom:updated><title>Moolah</title><description>Gotten over the lottery thing, for 2 reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Constantly chiding myself about over-whelming bitterness affecting personal life&lt;br /&gt;2) Lillian's comment (Thank you lillian! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the first thing her mother did when she found out was : "Isn't that nice? Now you can give me $100 for some weight-loss pills and another $100 for [insert item here]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, part of me was incredulously asking "Why?" Because her mother was also lending money (correction: &lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt; money) to her older brother, who smokes like a building on fire and only very recently found a job. Why should she be paying for their luxuries? What is she, an ATM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my very selfish piece of advice to her was "Spend all you want when you get your money.. &lt;em&gt;otherwise they're going to spend it for you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought 2 Corrine May Tickets!!! 5th August @ the NUS Auditorium! Now have to see if the tickets I bought were good ones or bad ones since there is absolutely no indication on where we can get the best view of Ms May so we can indulge in a harmless bit of drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also managed to get 4 tickets for the NDP Preview! Prior to the previous years, when I thought that the NDP was just a non-airconditioned event where you can sweat like a pig and smell other people who sweat like pigs and then watch aeroplanes fly around, people running around and finishing off with little sparkly bits in the skies that cost &lt;em&gt;thousands&lt;/em&gt; of taxpayers money but &lt;em&gt;do absolutely nothing except make loud sounds and light up temporarily,&lt;/em&gt; I now feel that we can do all of the above - &lt;em&gt;plus run the potential risk of drowning&lt;/em&gt; since it's on the floating platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not grateful for the tickets, of course. It's nice to sit next to strangers dressed like tomatoes and smell their stale sweat when you're enjoying the breathtaking sight of people marching in line and order. Not that I've seen any of this in National Service, No Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Fantastic 4, Pirates, Oceans 13, and Shrek 3! (did I already say it? Whatever.) Fantastic 4 was really nice! Pirates was quite the special effects explosion, plot notwithstanding, Oceans 13 was REALLY smart and witty, and Shrek 3 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Transformers, Harry Potter, Die Hard next month. I'm fast becoming a movie buff.. or at least, the boyfriend of a movie buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams on the 16th July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got confirmed as permanent staff! May be getting a promotion soon though.. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's got some way to make money without spamming, selling v1@gr@ or likewise or having to ask other people to deposit money in banks for a small part of my inheritance, lemme know. The Kerio's in desperate need of money because of its bourgeosie lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-5721998979195042873?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/moolah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-2153663906345896777</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T18:09:15.290+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bitterness</title><description>Girlfriend won $1k in a random lucky draw that she didn't even need to sign up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me how to beat off the small-hearted little man inside me and tell him not to feel bitter and to feel genuine joy for his loved one's fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I think the small-hearted man is winning real big money here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-2153663906345896777?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitterness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-501050034317652986</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T10:13:18.536+08:00</atom:updated><title>AHM 26 Aug</title><description>Went Karaoke on Saturday with the gf and Cloud+Wifey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised (bordering on shock) to find out that Cloud can &lt;em&gt;really sing.&lt;/em&gt; By that I don't mean wail distressingly like the neighbour I had in Secondary School, or shout into the mike like some charismatic church leaders - I mean really really &lt;strong&gt;sing&lt;/strong&gt;. That's coming from someone who grimaces whenever someone just manages to sing in tune, but &lt;em&gt;not quite&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, having so many singers around me is subjecting me to unprecedented peer pressure, and I have to learn how to sing icky chinese songs now because I am weak and easily pushed into doing things that don't benefit me one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a "B" For my marketing =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, The&lt;a href="http://www.safra.sg/singapore_bay_run.aspx?pageid=1433"&gt; AHM IS BACK&lt;/a&gt;!! Come on gals and boys, time to put on those running shoes and hit the track with yer head! (you'll know why I say that when you reach 20k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th August, Imma comin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-501050034317652986?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahm-26-aug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-6430852974809882744</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-05T14:08:33.630+08:00</atom:updated><title>HIYA DIDJAMISSME</title><description>Betcha all missed me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been around trying to blog, but since I've been talking a fair bit to the gf, a lot of what I usually blog about is possibly not really worth repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half Year Anniversary!! 23rd May 2007&lt;/strong&gt; - went backtracking to the exact places we went, and for some reason, even though we told each other not to get any presents, we ended up getting presents for each other &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, and even tried to surprise each other heh heh heh... though mine worked better because I'm just more used to subterfuge and secrecy hyuk hyuk hyuk. Went to Tapas Tree around 6pm to place the small soft toy I'd gotten for her and the little vase of flowers (1 rose + several wild flowers) with the people there - then went to pick her up at her place. She was carrying this &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; bag, so heh, apparently the 'surprise' turned out to be not so surprising :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me this really nice vest, a shirt, and the FF7 Advent Children DVD!! Collector's Edition!! I was so pleasantly surprised by the vest and shirt I didn't quite know how to react, so I just grinned like an idiot and got the waitress to bring my gifts out hyuk hyuk shaddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailed down to Coffee Club @ Raffles Place.. then after the meal, presented her with the larger soft toy I had hidden in my bag throughout the entire meal =D Like the first time we were there though, getting the cab was an &lt;em&gt;absolute &lt;/em&gt;fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched Shrek 3, Pirates, various other movies&lt;/strong&gt;.. also watched our first R-Rated show together!!! But it turned out to be a gay flick so it scarred me mentally for life. =( The gf found it rather boring though =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cubicle is infested by cockroaches&lt;/strong&gt;. Of all the insects I don't kill, Cockroaches happen to not be one of them. I had to clear out the gf's house of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;hundreds of dead cockroaches&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just half a year back, and the smell of the rotted carcasses (or whatever they're called) as well as their disintegrated body parts would make you lose your lunch. And some of them bloody stuck to the walls so you had to put a brush to them and scrub industriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like those I really appreciate having Depersonalization so I can detach myself and tickle myself with images of Elmo shitting himself from being tickled too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also showed the gf that, contrary to what she believes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veronicamoser.com/main.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; scat fetish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got my results from the previous sem's exams back&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Marketing : MIA (think it's being moderated omigawdimscrewed)&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Management : A&lt;br /&gt;Business Economics : A&lt;br /&gt;Foundations of Production and Operations Management : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf was beside me when I opened it, so it was a really pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;"Your Econs &lt;em&gt;juuuusst&lt;/em&gt; scraped an 'A' leh! Kena sai!" My gf congratulated me heartily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant being totally relative, of course. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Director's trying to get me promoted&lt;/strong&gt; after I told him I'm seriously underpaid and over-worked. I'm doing a Diploma-holder's job, and I'm getting paid 1.2k - whereas the dip-holders are getting 1.8-2k. Difference, much? Not to mention the fact that I'm doing more than some dip-holders, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;a href="http://www.southbridgejazz.com.sg/"&gt;South Bridge Jazz&lt;/a&gt; for some jazz on Sat, and drinks came up to $&lt;strong&gt;71. &lt;/strong&gt;What the hell do they put in those little cocktails, human blood? Though metaphorically, if the drinks were blowjobs, I'd be a winner cos I felt TOTALLY SUCKED DRY HAHAHAHAHA NOT FUNNY OK U UNCIVILIZED BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gf had her wisdom tooth extracted last Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; and just had her stitches removed this morning - going for a Thai food celebration today =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok need to go kill cockroach now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-6430852974809882744?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiya-didjamissme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-2957166103272089315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-05T13:34:36.276+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>ACHTUNG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-2957166103272089315?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/06/achtung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-6384075714294194855</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-16T13:19:19.266+08:00</atom:updated><title>Flyers</title><description>Ladies and Gents, The &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeflyer.com.sg"&gt;Singapore Flyer's&lt;/a&gt; Coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone's excitedly screaming "The Singapore Flyer's Open!", they'd realise 2 things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They have to pre-book the damned thing, so don't expect to climb on board anytime within the first few months of it's opening, cos it's fully booked, biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When the Singapore Flyers' Open...the Singapore&lt;a href="http://www.themanwiththesmallestpenis.com/menu.php"&gt; Peniser &lt;/a&gt;comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you see it fully erect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-6384075714294194855?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/05/flyers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924865.post-6607026168188962461</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-13T16:48:04.193+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mother's Day 2007</title><description>Gf rebonded her hair =D Looks really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day! Nothing but a chance to do something unconventional in the life of a Kerio, lemme tellya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning &lt;/strong&gt;: Gave younger brother money to buy breakfast at the coffee shop - Coffee and Bread for 5 - $8.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afternoon &lt;/strong&gt;: Gave younger brother money to get materials for cake, proceeded to order lunch &lt;a href="http://www.brindas.com.sg/hmenu.htm"&gt;(Brinda's).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, received call from the gf's mom that she thought I had forgotten about her being a mother too. Wasn't aware that I was required to give stuff to someone elses' mother (reason being, I once told my auntie, when she asked if I was getting anything for grandma, that obviously not since she wasn't &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mother. She told me she wanted to spank me. I told her I wasn't into these things.)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, pre-empted the gf's plans to bring her mother to the movies (with her younger brother, Alex), and ordered 3 online tickets, one combo set (1x popcorn, 1x drink, 2x Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice-Cream) and paid for it all - around $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch came shortly in between this, and it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought mom a rice cooker. Was deliberating whether or not to do it (since it's a little weird - like "Happy Mother's Day! Here, go cook.") but since cooking rice on a daily basis is difficult with the scratched rice cooker, decided on the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't get her out for a movie, bought her "Just follow Law" VCD. I loathe Singapore shows (and I thought the show &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt;), but the maternal unit likes them, especially the funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner : will be &lt;a href="http://www.sarpinos.com.sg/menu.html"&gt;Sarpino's&lt;/a&gt;. True to my form, I made the order at 1pm. Advanced order to be delivered at 6.30pm, that is. Just in case should anything happen, I'd have sufficient buffer to take care of lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I tell you about my &lt;em&gt;wedding proposal&lt;/em&gt; plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, true to Her form, intends to buy 4D with the receipt number for the rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake my younger brother failed, after I specifically told him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't screw this up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So he offered to pay for a new cake, but I just told him to forget about the cake and just pay me the $$, since my mom didn't want the cake, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, lectures, gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924865-6607026168188962461?l=kerio14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kerio14.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ケリオ)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>