<?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-11183491</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:04:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking over my shoulders</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-5248643403578433677</id><published>2009-05-22T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:31:20.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Pressed the OM's Red Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Too lazy to type an entry... so shall just cut and paste my conversation with Ma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;I have a new nomination for blooper of the year 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;and so the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;wait are u the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;our sch has a lightning warnign system: when there is a warning alert, the OM will on a switch at his desk to swith on the warning lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;this siren look alike thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday me stupid HOD went to on it at 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;.. then at 4:43pm he ask me to switch it off again .., cos warning cancelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;so I went to the OM's cubicle.. to try find the switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;*act i on b4 but i forgot which one is it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;then i saw this red button... tt looks exactly like a nuclear launch button...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;so I pressed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ur pinky n the brain instincts in act ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;di u dimwit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;SIngapore police quite good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;what was the timing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;they responded within seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ya *Smurfville* near the police post somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;enot bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;they usually take 3 mins to get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;how the hell i know got this kind of button??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;we are not a bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ur itchy fingers lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;in case some kid decides to murder u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;or set fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;or bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;i must tell my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;first my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;dear seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;the day di pressed the wrong button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;wat if some innocent teacher just wanna off the lightning alert system?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;good ep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;u innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;u bloody idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ur P never kill u ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;good point to add in epms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;actually u are rite... its a wonder why Darwin's rule of natural selection haven applied ot me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;out of all ur idiotic stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;this one tops it all off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;time to take leave to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;ur brains becoming *Smurfville-fied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;The year is still young... when I'm on a roll.. i am capable of much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;di this button thingy shld be part of induction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;put in ESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idler says:&lt;br /&gt;get popular voucher out of this also good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*AtomicAnt* says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should put this in my resume when applying for Nuclear Safety Inspector rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT press the RED BUTTON at the OM Cubicle!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-5248643403578433677?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5248643403578433677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=5248643403578433677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/5248643403578433677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/5248643403578433677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-i-pressed-oms-red-button.html' title='The Day I Pressed the OM&apos;s Red Button'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-116082938592060067</id><published>2006-10-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:16:29.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am C31 - 5 [NIE Director's 2006]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/1600/DSC08889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/320/DSC08889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before 2005, all my races last  55 seconds or less... that was till I met Carebear, Whale and Floorballer! *This post shall be short without the usual crap because I am still suffering from immense mental and physical fatigue.. this was no doubt my siongest competition ever*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Year: 2005 9December)&lt;br/&gt;Event: StandChart Marathon&lt;br/&gt; Distance: 21KM&lt;br/&gt;Idiot: Carebear&lt;br/&gt;Prize: Dri-Fit Blue Adidas Sleeveless Top&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Year: 2006 (August)&lt;br/&gt;Event: Triangle Run - National Day Commemorative Run&lt;br/&gt;Distance: 30 rds outta 41 rds (700m per round)&lt;br/&gt;Idiot: Whale&lt;br/&gt;Prize: Dri-Fit White Adidas Singlet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Year: 2006 (October)&lt;br/&gt;Event: NIE Director's Relay&lt;br/&gt;Distance: 11 x 2.4 (over 12 hours 9pm - 9am) + 1 25 mins cool down walk&lt;br/&gt;Idiot: Floorballer&lt;br/&gt;Timing: 09:55-09:40-09:47-10:20-10:33-10:40-10:45-11:07-10:49-10:57-11:38&lt;br/&gt;Prize: Luminious Saucony Singlet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Notable Notes:&lt;br/&gt;(1) Joesie won Citedal TWICE&lt;br/&gt;(2) I opened more than 11 packets of MILO&lt;br/&gt;(3) I shit 4-5 times, no doubt thanks to (2)&lt;br/&gt;(4) We used up one giant tube of counter pain!&lt;br/&gt;(5) Haven't pushed myself so hard, so far, so long before... was a little sick for the past week so was a little worried actually.&lt;br/&gt;(6) If I ever again contemplate running anything more than 5km... please chop off my legs&lt;br/&gt;(7) With 6 runners in  a team, it translates to about 50 mins rest between runs.&lt;br/&gt;(8) I witnessed amazing sporting feats: Prashan's 7:50 1st round, the MR-25 Cyborgs&lt;br/&gt;(9) I witnessed amazing sportsmenship: My running mate from our closest rival, the VJC Gal, people clapping for each other&lt;br/&gt;(10) I witnessed 3F's amazing class spirit:&lt;br/&gt;- How the few soldiered on as the team got decimated (esp PG, Siok, KENO, JM)&lt;br/&gt;- How Joesie swapped her camera for a pair of runners (hahah the camera was her ring of immunity against running) to help cover for those so bent on killing themselves&lt;br/&gt;- The route was bad due to the long down slopes, the tendency was for runners to lean forward and cycle down without proper cushioning of the impact I was worried for PG's knees and Princess's knees and shin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At the end of the day, this was all worth it cos ..... I got a Luminious Saucony Singlet!!! Hmm I feel like getting a pair of DS Trainers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-116082938592060067?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/116082938592060067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=116082938592060067&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/116082938592060067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/116082938592060067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-c31-5-nie-directors-2006.html' title='I am C31 - 5 [NIE Director&apos;s 2006]'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-115971966902493523</id><published>2006-10-01T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:32:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building My Little Baby!</title><content type='html'>While Big Friendly Giant (BFG) and Val, with their war cries of “1 shot 1 kill”, are busy trying to break SJI Boy’s 18 days record *heh no doubt Val is beginning to realize that us Track &amp; Field Athletes do it better then Ruggers*; I am busy fixing a new baby of my own *nope, not with my Legendary GF*!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever since my AMD Duron 750Mhz (512Mb Ram) burnt up in a pile of soot @ 2am last year while I was drafting my lesson slides for Sec 1 NT *I kid you not, I saw an exploding spark at the PSU* I had been yarning for a dream machine but alas it was not to be…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I bought a replacement Intel Pentium-IV 3.0EGhz (1Gb Ram); but after a lovely tryst (lasting 1 month), I had to sell it to purchase a laptop as I figured I needed some mobility since Winnie the Pooh told me that we will be moving back to hall *which bloody hell did not happen*. In popped a 2nd hand laptop Compaq Armada E500 Intel Pentium-III 900Mhz (384Mb Ram); courtesy of Auntie Journal Poster. To be fair the laptop has served me well, surviving an attack of an entire glass of water *unleashed by clumsy me no doubt*. But years of enduring the laggy laptop (on which the opening of any documents or *ahem* purely &lt;em&gt;educational &lt;/em&gt;video threatens to put the grandma-processor into cardiac arrest); coupled with my encounter with BFG’s sexy Duo Core-II, the geeky kid in me couldn’t take it anymore…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making of the Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Heh this section will be rather technical as I describe how I went about gathering the various parts! Quite informative, if you are thinking of getting a new DYI computer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part1:&lt;/strong&gt; Casing – Empty HP Pavilion t230d&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; Brother&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $0&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; NONE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LATEST UPDATE: The board cant fit into my bloody casing!! Angry.. haiz time to scout for a good cheap casing.. On a side note, BFG’s PowerLogic Modena 600 is a steal @ $42 *comes with a PSU, see below*! This can be bot at one of the back lane stores call RickyTan.com&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2:&lt;/strong&gt; PSU – PowerLogic 450w (truepower 200w)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; BFG&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $14&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 Year&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bought this spare PSU off BFG. Yay a savings of $4 since the cheapest PSU I can find is $18.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Motherboard – MSI P965 Neo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; Honest-looking Geeky Uncle from YCK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $150&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 Years&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is one of the toughest choice to make. My pre-requisites (with upgradability and expandability in mind; my greatest concern is the support of Window Vista, the new OS to be released next year) are: (1) Board + CPU Bundle &lt; $300 (2) Supports Duo Core-II (3) Supports PCI-E (4) Supports DDR II (5) Has 4 ram slots (6) Preferred Intel Chipset… and the winner is… yes you are rite, you can’t get a board for above pricing…. Subsequently, I saw an ad in Hardware zone selling this MSI board for $180 (Original price abt $202) I bargained down to $150 (on hind sight cld have asked for cheaper). The board is sold by a honest looking geeky uncle. Had a good discussion about the merits of Core-I vs Core-II. Quite a worthwhile purchase considering that the board has been used for only 1.5 months and has a 3 year warranty by agent! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Part 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Ram – 2 Pieces Kingston DDR2-4200 533Mhz 512Mb&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; Dubious Sleazy-looking Chap from Aljunied&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $65/pc - $130 total&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; Product Lifetime&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wow this is a sleazy and more worrying purchase. Got it from an online company’s ad in Yahoo auctions. Bargained from $70 to $65 heh the guy issued me receipt some more, but I wouldn’t have gotten it if not for the “Lifetime” warranty from Kingston agent. Interestingly, I found out that the service center for Kingston ram is located @ Bugis OG.. think 11th or 12th floor.. a company called convergence.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Part 5:&lt;/strong&gt; DVD RW – LG 16x Super Multi DVD/CD Rewriter&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; Fuwell&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $48&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; Not Sure&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ohhh this is one of the buys of the day! I was bumming around in SLS waiting for the shops to open when I noticed a loooong queue form… and loooong queues can only mean one thing: GOOD BARGAINS! Heh the inbuilt kiasu-ness in me caused me to queue up… without even knowing what was being sold. It turns out the Fuwell is having an opening sales @ its 2nd outlet. Got this DVD RW for abt $7-$10 off the market rate.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Harddisk – Seagate 160Gb SATA II&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; C.A.S.H&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $95&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 Years&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most competitive priced HD of the day. Another one of those back lane shops&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7:&lt;/strong&gt; CPU – Intel Pentium D Duo Core-I 2.66Ghz (Boxed)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; PC Themes&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $153&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 Years&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hmm this is one of me favourite back lane shops. Princess’ view is that some backlane shops are cheaper because they are distributors. Well it seems to be true; when I was here, I saw a furtive shop owner coming over to buy 5 pieces of Intel 3.0 Ghz Chips. Hmm this is a tough call really… having bot a powerful board, the urge is to get an equally powerful CPU but it’s a tough call. Core-I 2.66Ghz is $153 while Core-II 6300 is $305 (almost double the price!!). Having consulted Princess, Vampire and Brother, I decided to get Core-I 2.66Ghz because the savings can be used to top up more ram or to buy a good graphic card.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Having read some online technical reviews about the requirements of Windows Vista, the general consensus is that Graphic Card (and not CPU) should be a greater concern to users. This is because a lot of processing is to be done on the graphic card itself. Also dual channeling will be utilized more. SATA II is also highly recommended.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8:&lt;/strong&gt; Graphic Card – 4Mb PCI Card&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originator:&lt;/strong&gt; Fishbowl&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt; $0&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warranty:&lt;/strong&gt; NONE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hmmm.. I thought I passed Fishbowl a AGP card? Heh never mind, since my new board do not have an AGP slot anyway&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yay my new baby for a grand total of $590! Well it’s over my initial budget of $400 but I guess it’s okie. Fixing it as I blog.. bloody hell I am redrafting this post as I accidentally deleted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-115971966902493523?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/115971966902493523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=115971966902493523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/115971966902493523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/115971966902493523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2006/10/building-my-little-baby_115971966902493523.html' title='Building My Little Baby!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-115607448024505001</id><published>2006-08-20T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:48:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>I don't like to fight. &lt;br /&gt;I always root for the underdogs. &lt;br /&gt;I love simply and deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in doing the right things, &lt;br /&gt;that said, I get disappointed over and over again by people who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like selfish people&lt;br /&gt;I always look out for shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I love making people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being happy,&lt;br /&gt;that said, my wants are simple - people over material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being alone&lt;br /&gt;I always try to do my best&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel&lt;br /&gt;I believe in having a good meal,&lt;br /&gt;that said, it's not about good food or place; but rather having it with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-115607448024505001?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/115607448024505001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=115607448024505001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/115607448024505001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/115607448024505001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-113663791928418080</id><published>2006-01-07T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:45:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onceuponatime</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was true,&lt;br /&gt;when I share my chocolate chip cookie with you cos u are my friend&lt;br /&gt;When life was simple,&lt;br /&gt;when elmo from sesame street can only count up to ten&lt;br /&gt;When life was peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;when nobody can hound me with sms, phone calls or emails&lt;br /&gt;When I was loved,&lt;br /&gt;when I can watch the sun set with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;thats where I wanna be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-113663791928418080?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/113663791928418080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=113663791928418080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113663791928418080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113663791928418080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2006/01/onceuponatime.html' title='onceuponatime'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-113224046655569022</id><published>2005-11-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:48:20.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Signs That You Are Going To FLUNK Your Exams</title><content type='html'>10. You attempt to cheat by purchasing an extremely big piece of rubber to write down important points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your main revision strategy involves sitting in your room all day, staring at the ceiling in a state of panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You seriously contemplate calling your school's Land and Building office, requesting for the floor plan and asking:" You know where they usually keep the exam papers huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You go online and try to register the same modules for next year's classes *early register can get good timetable wat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You start ranking various methods of suicide according to how comfortable and painless they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have time to count the number of ceiling lights in the exam hall, as well as look for spelling mistakes on the notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The invilgilator comes over to warn you to stop throwing paper aeroplanes at other candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You step into the examination hall and start instructing your immediate neighbours to write in LARGE CLEAR NEAT handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lying in bed, you receive an sms from your friend asking you why he didn't see you in the examination hall just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT NUMBER ONE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are actually drafting this boliao blog entry as the invigilator walks towards you to collect your answer script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-113224046655569022?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/113224046655569022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=113224046655569022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113224046655569022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113224046655569022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ten-signs-that-you-are-going-to-flunk.html' title='Top Ten Signs That You Are Going To FLUNK Your Exams'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-113730368247496598</id><published>2005-10-24T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:43:24.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>叶子</title><content type='html'>叶子是不会飞翔的翅膀&lt;br /&gt;翅膀是落在天上的叶子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天堂原来应该不是妄想 只是我早已经遗忘&lt;br /&gt;当初怎么开始飞翔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孤单是一个人的狂欢&lt;br /&gt;狂欢是一群人的孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情原来的开始是陪伴 　&lt;br /&gt;但我也渐渐地遗忘 　&lt;br /&gt;当时是怎样有人陪伴 我一个人吃饭旅行 　&lt;br /&gt;到处走走停停 　&lt;br /&gt;也一个人看书写信 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己对话谈心 只是心又飘到了哪里 　&lt;br /&gt;就连自己看也看不清 　&lt;br /&gt;我想我不仅仅是失去你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-113730368247496598?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/113730368247496598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=113730368247496598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113730368247496598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/113730368247496598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='叶子'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112457005634702895</id><published>2005-09-19T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:56:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My MSN Comments</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. *alphamale* is getting too lazy to blog! So I have decided to take a short-cut - by logging all me daily msn comments! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-19, MON]: Was doing Team website for ICT.. and suddenly I miss my team!! Hope u guys are doing well and good luck for the exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-18, SUN]: Remind me: (1)Tree-Top Walk closes @ 5pm SHARP (2)Bring camera (3)Bring extra pair of lungs. Canoe anybody? - I wanna play candles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-17, SAT]: 3500/3000 words: It's a beautiful day! Alphamale is running... no more excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-08, THU]: Lost: Injured back with the last jump of the term.. starting to believe that I will kill myself before I grad from PESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-07, WED]: Lost: Things, that can't kill me, make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-04, SUN]: Lost: Watching 1st season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S... wow I was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-03, SAT]: Lost: Queensway OR Comex OR Macritchite-evening OR shopping for bag @ BeachRd anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-02, FRI]: Lost: *ignoring the pile of textbooks and notes that I have hidden under the table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-09-02, FRI]: Okies.. Number 4 it is... -in a state of panic, whoever laughs @ me dies..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-31, WED]: Hmm.. when can I run again? -Happy Chers' Day tomorrow!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-29, MON]: Haiz.. I am too clumsy to be a PE Cher.. -sprained ankle again- -have u ever seen a 6 option mcq test?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-28, SUN]: Let's hope Harry practises HUMANISM and not kill us on monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-27, SAT]: Flying to the moon! Remind me to tap my EZlink card when alighting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-26, FRI]: Depressed: Pls.. remind me never ever to read any book by A.M. Homes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-26, FRI]: Happy Birthday =) *No, there is no sports brand named "OASICS"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-25, THU]: Go placidly amid the noise and haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-24, WED]: Alphamale shldnt play when he is sick - killed by MacRitchie &amp;amp; floorball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-23, TUE]: Clumsy: Slightly in love with the small round plastic thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-22, MON]: Can someone pls help me get rid of this bloody cough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-21, SUN]: Happy birthday to MA!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-20, SAT]: *sweats*: Erm.. no grandma, I dun wanna change my&gt; name.. NOT when I am already 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-21, SAT]: Good Mood: experiencing extreme boredom.. finished packing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-20, FRI]: iPOD - Putting on me headphones.. life has just become one long MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-19, THU]: One Nalgene green bottle hanging on the wall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-08-18, WED]: Lost: Only "Gs" can go into the semi circle, "As" cannot go into the 1st third and "Ds" cannot go into the last third&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-07-XX, XXX]: I've been passin time watchin e lit' rascals run..seriously I cant tink of anythin I lov *incldinu* more than my trackteam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2005-06-XX, XXX]: I dun like playing card games with FATE..which evercard I draw, I lose; cos FATE will just cheat bychanging the rules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112457005634702895?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112457005634702895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112457005634702895&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112457005634702895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112457005634702895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-msn-comments.html' title='My MSN Comments'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112521114384064998</id><published>2005-08-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:39:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanism [Elias and Merriam, 1980]</title><content type='html'>(A) Human nature is inherently good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Individuals are essentially free and autonomous within the constraints of heredity, personal history, and environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Each person is unique with unlimited potential for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) Self-concept plays a key role in influencing development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E) Individuals possess an urge towards self-actualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F) Reality is a personally defined construct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G) Individuals are responsible to themselves and to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112521114384064998?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112521114384064998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112521114384064998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112521114384064998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112521114384064998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/humanism-elias-and-merriam-1980.html' title='Humanism [Elias and Merriam, 1980]'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112460341887754148</id><published>2005-08-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:50:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>I have found the love of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She looks like me first gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's from SCGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's sporty and tanned. *Sigh.. but currently she's injured, recovering from op*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She's funny, witty with just the right amount of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The only problem is that she is not from NJC. *Yes, as of now I just have to buy a few NJC year books to have a complete photo collection of my past r/s*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To top it off she's ALREADY attached to Eugene! *wow, but the minor problem being that the eugene in question is not me.. sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Printed with permission from the above said person. All other guys please fuck off cos I am next in queue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112460341887754148?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112460341887754148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112460341887754148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112460341887754148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112460341887754148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of My Life'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112446450753081680</id><published>2005-08-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:15:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day 19th August</title><content type='html'>Phew! Darn just needa blog something on this important date. Heh so I am reserving this slot first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112446450753081680?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112446450753081680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112446450753081680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112446450753081680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112446450753081680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-19th-august.html' title='The Day 19th August'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112339323804276532</id><published>2005-08-07T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:40:38.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Got Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/1600/PE-SHT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/320/PE-SHT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/1600/PE-SHT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7082/896/320/PE-SHT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years on, 10 applications, 9 rejection letters, 2 interviews, 3 PPTs, a few zillion cartwheels, lonely nites swimming laps... and all I got was this lousy T-shirt! Haha kidding. Proud to be a part of PESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Giving up my life to live another. Let not this be a wasted trip. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112339323804276532?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112339323804276532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112339323804276532&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112339323804276532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112339323804276532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-got-here.html' title='Finally Got Here!!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112325350143948492</id><published>2005-08-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:42:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Own a Small Bit of our World Class Public Transport Company</title><content type='html'>As I now own a small small bit of our erm.. world class public transport company - EVERYONE, pls take public transport provided by your friendly SMRT Ltd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: 1.08 liaoz. Wanna queue 1.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: u got at 1.08?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: okies buzz me when u selling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Wah lao its 1.07 now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Bro... can u sms Mdm Ho to do something abt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: I think from now on its mrt or bus...no other mode of transport for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: SMRT is not moving well.. issit got someone jump off the tracks again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Xianz leh SMRT flutter a bit at 1.08 then down again. Dammit I think i gonna quit UOB and become an engineer liaoz, help build the circle lines faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Next time got pple cheat bus fare again i am gg to turn them over to the bus driver uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Yes I will do that too. Who never beep I will bao-toh them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: And we should stop using the student fare card already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Hmm I think it is time I stop using my fake bus pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Phew.. up to 1.08 again... must be analysts saw our strong commitment to up the profits of smrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Oei ur liveprices slow leh its down to 1.07 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: *sob*... Oei going to be rush hour soon.. wanna go stand at bus stops to ask pple to move to the back of the buses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: I think tonite i will drive my bulldozer to plow down some bus stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Huh like tt the pple harder to take bus leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Can Scare ppl into Mrt station. Else maybe i might sneak into the civil defence control room to sound the sirens to get everyone into Mrt shelter... ooh ooh its back to 1.08 nvm 4pm liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Hmm maybe we can talk to those old uncles and aunties on the bus and distract them.. so they will forget to tap the fare card when they go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Its shld go back to 1.08-1.09 liaoz.. hmm true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: I am still hopeful that it will cls @ 1.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: hmm...there's a slight chance of that…I wldnt be too hopeful but got chance. I would suggest u up ur chances by buy all the 1.08 stocks now.. then buy all the 1.09 as well..until u hit 1.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Yeah yeah.. or at least buy till YOU recover the brokerage fees rite?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Oh...erm..come’on man...is our frenship only worth the brokerage fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: On moday.. I am gg to hack into the SPH webby to release News Article: Citi Grp &amp;amp; JP Morgan issue strong buy ratings for SMRT. Rumours of the company having discovered a way of using water and a cheap alternative to oil had been circulating in the mkt... Target price: $2.37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Wah i like...I will buy more now...dun dua me leh! I ask my parents to mortgage the house just for this 'big one' then after that can retire liaoz. Ii will be awaiting the news for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Yeah and move to the nearest bus-top for shelter... u can tell the nice policeman tt u are a major shareholder of SMRT and therefore u own the bus-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Technical now i can live in buangk mrt station. *starts packing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Idiot tts the NEL u tweeb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Oh dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: If SMRT merge.. we all die big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: hmm.. i will live in kembangan mrt stn then come visit when u r free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Rem dun waste money on NEL rides... take SMRT buses till u reach one of our MRTs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: true true.. got that boss. oi ask ur auntie HO to say wat a good buy SMRT now is leh... ooh ooh its heading to 1.09 liaoz our talk is working cheong ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: U think if we 2 stand in the middle of the trains and repeat: " Pls do not leave your belongings unattended.. if you see and suspicious objects please inform the MRT Staff or call 999" over and over again, then SMRT can save electric bills of the announcment system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Erm. nah I think the price wld drop if we tried that. I say we both quit our jobs and go and be mrt drivers then we drive the trains faster to improve efficiency i think if we're lucky mite close at 1.09 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alpha*&lt;/strong&gt; says: Huh i still hoping for 1.27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt; says: Erm. yes. thats rite. as long as the mkt doesnt close...still got chance...&lt;br /&gt;most prob...i think we talk cock then the price will surge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; The counter closed @ $1.10! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112325350143948492?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112325350143948492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112325350143948492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112325350143948492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112325350143948492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-own-small-bit-of-our-world-class.html' title='The Day I Own a Small Bit of our World Class Public Transport Company'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112298929761415825</id><published>2005-08-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:59:24.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hall Reminds Me Of YOU!</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Just penning down me thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 in hall. One friend made, hahah not helped by the fact my room is located in the furthest reaches of Siberia *yes the hall officer don’t like me*. My right pinkie finger has over taken me thumb as my fattest finger and my left ankle no longer allows me to move side ways. Yup a normal day in the loserly life of alphamale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the biggest news in recent week is that one of the Loser Club’s member is getting engaged!! Wow! Darn.. going to lose my upsized bet. Its kinda scary really.. many in loser club are settling down. It kinda sets one thinking yah? I have just been demoted from Cher to student, life’s in a state of flux and I still do not want to settle down. There’s so much more to do in life!! But that said, I am starting to believe that it could be that should one meet THE ONE, he/she will wanna settle down asap.. hmm let me ponder.. when your partner says she doesn’t want to settle down yet, does it means that she still have doubts over whether u are the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad thing in life, which hit me this couple of months, is that relationships are all about timing/fate. Starting to believe and accept that people usually do not marry the love of their life *hmm lets not be dragged into the arguments of whether there is in deed THE ONE*. For many, having spent early adult-hood searching for love, they seem to give up their search, lower their standards and grab whoever comes along @ the time they decide to settle down. Then there are those we meet too early or too late... Hmm hmmm let me ponder and observe more. *Another interesting discussion, which would deserve an entry on its own is "Would you rather be with the person who loves you most or the person whom you love most?". I &lt;a href="http://ahren14.blogspot.com/2005/07/ten-year-old-question_12.html"&gt;argued for the former&lt;/a&gt;, haha but I know when it comes to the crunch, I will still choose the latter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hall really reminds me of my ex-gf. The same canteen we used to visit. The lay outs of the blocks, bedrooms, bathrooms, lounges, laundry rooms are all the same! It sets me thinking.. if I had got into NIE straight after graduating from accountancy, we might still have been together *alternatively me might have actually succeeded in killing each other* then we might get engaged, then I would have won my upsize!!! Hahah life is such! Best wishes to the soon to engage couple! I wanna be the best man!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short snippets of my NIE week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: I learnt that basketball can kill.. goodbye to my left ankle and right pinkie finger&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Yay I am the libero!! Fun lahz but tiring.. and in the end both teams hate me!!! Grrr…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112298929761415825?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112298929761415825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112298929761415825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112298929761415825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112298929761415825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-hall-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='My Hall Reminds Me Of YOU!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112269672159568905</id><published>2005-07-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:12:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After My Physics Test</title><content type='html'>I'm dead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112269672159568905?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112269672159568905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112269672159568905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112269672159568905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112269672159568905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-after-my-physics-test.html' title='The Day After My Physics Test'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112264594178854085</id><published>2005-07-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:05:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before My Physics Test</title><content type='html'>I'm scared..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112264594178854085?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112264594178854085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112264594178854085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112264594178854085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112264594178854085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-before-my-physics-test.html' title='The Day Before My Physics Test'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112187687491504390</id><published>2005-07-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:16:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Wanna Talk About Eternal Sunshine On A Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!"&lt;/em&gt; -Alexander Pope-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post's for me 2 brothers *and a Sista* who are unfortunately stuck in the whirlpool of love *on contrary to recent beliefs - I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;, yes it has been a long time but no match-making pls*. The millon dollar questions for them both are: (1) Should u be able to erase all the painful memories, would you? (2) Would u do it again should u already know tt it would end in hurt and failure - an out-come you will have no influence over, what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be unstructured and answer both qns in a clump *cant think straight due lack of sleep.. darn PESS camp is in 8 hours*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sorry guys, author is really sleepy.. will complete this post after the PESS Camp-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:13 Am 27th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Continuing this entry.. running through, in my mind,  some of the bits of memories that I hold dear.. I noted that while some are happy, many others are sad. Isn't this what's life is all about? To me a good cry is as good as a good laugh. I wanna taste life in its raw-est form.. to fall deeply in love even if that means giving  another the power to hurt u  just as deep.. I really don't see the point of holding back and living life conservatively.. that would be like gambling on a coin toss by placing bets both on head as well as tail, true you won't lose... but you will never ever win. Thus I know I ain't ever gg to let anybody take me memories away from me.. cos they are the very things that define who I am and got me to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would love another.. over and over again, even if I should know tt it would end in failure.. yes.. because my love should not be dependant the ending or reciprocation.. For those in courtship ask yourself:"Would you still say YES if she/he says NO." If you answer is NO.. then maybe its time for a re-think.. cos love is unconditional, its what I feel for you. There might not be an ending, but rite here rite now, u can look the person in the eye and say without flinching "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry Jedi Masters, will blog abt the Clone Storm Trooper on the next post.. was really really touched so I must write a good post about it =) *lack of sleep has blunted me writing facilities, I wanna do a convincing piece on why kung-fu hamster shld loan me his air-rifle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112187687491504390?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112187687491504390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112187687491504390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112187687491504390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112187687491504390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-i-wanna-talk-about-eternal.html' title='The Day I Wanna Talk About Eternal Sunshine On A Spotless Mind'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112239360129261477</id><published>2005-07-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:00:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Run?</title><content type='html'>Literally. I have no less than 5 pple asking me the same qn over the past few days.. AllComers Meet was fun, but guess running has lost just that bit of magic... hmm hmm let me spend a few more late nites thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brought me to track, track brought me love and I had loved track.. the smell of burning rubber, the squeaky sound when our spikes grip onto the rubber, the baton passes *UP!*, the pain of endurance sets *anything above 300m kills me*, first love, the joy of winning, the despair of losing, the silly jokes we crack when slacking and hiding from the coach, the smell of deep heat rubs, the smell of rain evaporating from the sun baked rubber, the Cedar girls *hah*, the bouncing baton @ Singapore Poly, the geek i lost to at nationals 1997, leading a team, the lane number sticker *me fav!*, leaning onto the curve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. if I can achieve the following soft targets by year-end... let me think let me think..&lt;br /&gt;11.6&lt;br /&gt;23.9&lt;br /&gt;53.9&lt;br /&gt;7:59&lt;br /&gt;68&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112239360129261477?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112239360129261477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112239360129261477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112239360129261477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112239360129261477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/should-i-run.html' title='Should I Run?'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112228426891623358</id><published>2005-07-25T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:37:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Words II</title><content type='html'>Quotes quotes quotes by me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes we screw things up and let fate clean up after us"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Limits are walls we build around ourselves when we are afraid"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I dun like playing card games with FATE... cos whatever card I draw.. I lose; as FATE will just change the rules"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If there should come a time when u let life lose its way; be overcome by sadness, let your love ones down; decide nothing's worth fighting for no more - I'll come to u, for we will walk through the darkness, we will find the guiding light, make life all right. I will not forsake you, this I promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I admit life's a constant struggle. But I have seen ordinary people overcome seemly unsurmountable odds. I know and accept that hurt and pain are part of living life but more importantly I know that they make us stronger, make us cherish and appreciate  life. Therefore I simply cannot find it in myself to believe that we have come so far just to give up.. just to lose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because life is so unpredictable.. because time can never be turned back... because happiness can be so fleeting.. because not all dreams are meant to be pursued.. because those who touched our lives are always in such a rush.. because relationships can be so fragile.. therefore we cast our feelings all aside therefore we lock the door on both sides"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112228426891623358?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112228426891623358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112228426891623358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112228426891623358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112228426891623358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-words-ii.html' title='My Words II'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112174171745480109</id><published>2005-07-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:06:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day He Started Showing Signs Of Growing Insane</title><content type='html'>Cannot believe that he actually wrote her name on the sand in the long jump pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okies.. its just her initials.. but I think that's bad enough.. tsk tsk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112174171745480109?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112174171745480109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112174171745480109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112174171745480109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112174171745480109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-he-started-showing-signs-of.html' title='The Day He Started Showing Signs Of Growing Insane'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-112112361267745473</id><published>2005-07-11T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:53:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Did What a Normal, Mature Adult Will Do</title><content type='html'>"And of course I did what a normal, mature adult will do..... I ran away as fast as my legs could carry me.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-112112361267745473?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/112112361267745473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=112112361267745473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112112361267745473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/112112361267745473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-i-did-what-normal-mature-adult.html' title='The Day I Did What a Normal, Mature Adult Will Do'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111978357656475555</id><published>2005-06-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:42:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lame Jokes and My Words</title><content type='html'>Spent the nite with Bro &amp; Butt @ Butt's place again. If we apply Darwin's theory of "Natural Selection"... it's obvious that I am the one ear-marked for extinction.. they love bullying me!!! Firstly I am always assigned the middle spot on the giant bed *the part where the 2 small beds join up to form the giant bed*. Ever so often at nite, the 2 snoring monsters on either side of me will decide to do some intensive fidgeting and the giant bed will open up and threaten to swallow me.. I always have to hang on for me dear life and kick bro's butt for him to close up the gap. Secondly there are only 2 blankets for the 3 of us... so butt always get the big thick comfy one and me and bro have to "share" the thin one... of cos bro's definition of sharing is wrenching the whole bloody blanket for himself. Last nite in addition to wenching the blanket off me, he went on to further power up the airconditioner and on the fan as well... he hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a night noted for the lame jokes.. but its hard to explain but to those in the know, these jokes are really quite sad when taken in context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lame Joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going though Butt's bag of love.. a crumpled plastic bag (the bag looks damn loserly lah.. but it provides good cover for him to hide all his past love momentos); when the follwoing conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey Butt, has JW ever given u anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Butt ponders for a long moment*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butt:&lt;/strong&gt; Yuppos! &lt;em&gt;*proudly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh really meh?! What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Butt looks at me with extremely ernest eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butt:&lt;/strong&gt; Pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him blankly and burst into laughter.. it was a solemn and uncomfortable moment.. but well sometimes in life, somethings are better off left as they are.. guess I inadequately equipped with emotions.. my only response at that time was to laugh... but frankly I dun wanna explore the dark dungeons of Butt's psyche... This is the first joke Butt has cracked in our 9 years of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the usual dose of changing the wall paper on Alvin's computer to piss each other off - ex-gfs, JW, etc... haha these sessions are silly but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not all fairy tales end with they lived happily ever after. For mine, my simple wish is that she lives happily aver after"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111978357656475555?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111978357656475555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111978357656475555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111978357656475555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111978357656475555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-lame-jokes-and-my-words.html' title='Of Lame Jokes and My Words'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111892749013758785</id><published>2005-06-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:11:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Ringing In My Mind</title><content type='html'>2 songs. Playing non-stop. Listening to MP3s are like pit-stops to my life. Last nite was an emotional roller-coaster, so many things happening all together at once! Pray let my positivity shine through. *There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Still Not Getting Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember why&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I’m slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Blue Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You were made to go out and get her&lt;br /&gt;The minute you let her under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Then you begin to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anytime you feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude refrain&lt;br /&gt;don't carry the world upon your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;For well you know that it's a fool&lt;br /&gt;who plays it cool&lt;br /&gt;By making his world a little colder&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;You have found her, now go and get her&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;then you can start to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it out and let it in&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude begin&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone to perform with&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know that it's just you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude, you'll do&lt;br /&gt;The movement you need is on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Then you begin to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Better, better, better, better, better, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na, hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;Na, na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na, hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;Na, na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na, hey Jude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111892749013758785?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111892749013758785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111892749013758785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111892749013758785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111892749013758785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/06/songs-ringing-in-my-mind.html' title='Songs Ringing In My Mind'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111860006015042340</id><published>2005-06-13T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:16:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Realised that Some Idiots Actually Lock Their Post Box</title><content type='html'>Grr.. Nowadays where got people lock their post box one!! Haiz today was so loserly that I have no choice but to blog about it. Bummed the morning away.. all was fine till me started moving in the afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop, Bishan Bits &amp; Pieces *hmm.. side track a bit, people always confuse the name of my previous company with this one!*. Was trying me darnest to look inconspicous while peering at the clover leaf pendants in the glass display... till the Ah Lian saleslady spotted me... damn stress.. i hate having people tagging to me while i shop.. esp when i am in a ladies' asscessories shop! Sheepish me turned red in no time *haiz how i wish ma &amp;amp; pa were with me then*. The good thing was that the Ah Lian saleslady helped me make up me mind *in the proccess confirming that my initial choice was "lao tu"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a loooong loong train ride to Sembawang! Was playing with this super cute baby *with super big head* in the train. Haha NO! I still don't wanna had kids! Realised that the saleslady put the card INSIDE the box! Damn, clumsy me managed to damage the box by wrenching out the cover as I opened the box to retrieve the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located the block fairly easily Location - Checked! Block Number - Checked! Postbox - Located! Unit Number - Checked! *Wow didnt expect it to be so easy* Just slot this darn thing into the box and....... PIONK!!!! Bloody hell! ##@@!!! Its locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped an sms to get the problem rectified. Decided to bum @ Sun Plaza while waiting.. called Roomie, but his out driving with GF.. no worries.. there's sure t be a lot of stuff to see in the shopping complex! Darn... Now I know how the term "Ulu Sembawang" came about! Sun Plaze is like totally unhappening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily got arcade! *Luckily no one from SimpleVille saw me, T&amp;amp;F camp haven't plan yet still come arcade - camp starts in 3 hrs even as i type* Heh and there's the game raiden - something I am expert at, this shall keep me occupied for awhile... 5 tokens and 45 seconds later I decided to go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the Library as always all the "for adults only" computer are hogged by the little kids playing mega man *with full life and 324 more levels to clear* Cant the pesky little shit let me have the computer for serious stuff!! My neopets are all going hungry okies!! Heh glad me FYP buddy Spidy decided to drop by and bum with me.. we spent 1 hour bio-ing this chio NTUC Income insurance agent at Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the sms came.. the flaps are opened, Yippee!! *he's dumb enough to ask if should just unlock the flaps or the whole box!* Returned to the location - Checked! Block Number - Checked! Postbox - Located! Unit Number - Checked! Flaps - Unlocked! Just slot this darn thing into the box and....... PIONK!!!! F**K whoever designed postboxes with such bloody small slots, the freaking box cannot fit in!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111860006015042340?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111860006015042340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111860006015042340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111860006015042340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111860006015042340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-i-realised-that-some-idiots.html' title='The Day I Realised that Some Idiots Actually Lock Their Post Box'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111727976333974789</id><published>2005-05-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:49:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Realised Knee Operations Make You Dumb!</title><content type='html'>Was chatting with I*D*I*O*T on msn.. poor thing she just had an op on her knees. As she kept asking me to update me blog, this entry is dedicated to her... get well soon! *oh remember to thank the doc for the knee op but tell him tt the brain op wasnt THAT successful...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[18:58] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; where u going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[18:58] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; tell me lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[18:58] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm dying to hear abt the outside world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:01] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; liverpool won e euro cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; erm u haven been out ah... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if only she saw me devilish smile at this point in time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; oh today's nudist day in orchard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] *alpha* :&lt;/strong&gt; quite fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; huh serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:02] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; but i wld prefer some of the gals kept their clothes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:03] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm sure they kept most of their clothes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:03] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; erm not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:03] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; which part of nude do u not understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:03] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; really ah. i tot they wouldn't allow that in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:04] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; vietnam has declared war on canada.. but Singapore nvr put in in the newspp or telly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:04] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; whaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:04] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; vietnamn has declared war on canada??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:04] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; since when? over what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:04] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; taka got demolished.. MJ decided to shift his ranch there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:05] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; DAMN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:05] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; okies at wch one did u stop believing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:05] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:05] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; okies watch out for me blog entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:05] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; damn damn damn you. don't u dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:06] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; erm.. say something nice? *or more fun.. say something stupid!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:06] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; a s s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:54] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; argh, i'm logging off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:54] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; any good shows tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:56] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; heh got.. in cinemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:57] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; and as vietnam at war with canada.. singapore's imposing curfew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:57] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; oh lucky me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:57] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; i cant' go out anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:57] *alpha*:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah aint much to do anyway, since taka been torn down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:58] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; well at least u had fun at the nudist party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[19:58] jereve:&lt;/strong&gt; whatever... grr. bye, have fun tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111727976333974789?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111727976333974789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111727976333974789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111727976333974789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111727976333974789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-i-realised-knee-operations-make.html' title='The Day I Realised Knee Operations Make You Dumb!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111681265491755052</id><published>2005-05-23T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:22:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days I Can't Stop Moving</title><content type='html'>Friday (20th May 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing wat the little rascals can can pack into 35mins. *Bloody hell even an episode of "Zhen Qing" can't cover so much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Min:&lt;/strong&gt; Boy fractured arm while playing soccer *goodness and it was due to e ball hitting his arms.. freak accident*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th Min:&lt;/strong&gt; *While i was attending to Mr Broken Arm* 2 boys playing soccer decided to have a fight by slapping each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th Min:&lt;/strong&gt; The basketball boys suddenly stopped playing and returned to the parade square. They all looked freaking pissed *I later found out that it was cos one team was playing bloody rough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Min:&lt;/strong&gt; Amidst all these shit the Sith Lord decided to take an inspection walk around me area of ops *Sigh.. there goes my recommendation report*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35th Min:&lt;/strong&gt; The badminton rascals refused to play with this gal from RoadRays *a school for kids with special needs*. And as armageddon was happening all around me, I can't stop to play with her. Suddenly her supervisor appeared, scolded and punished her for disturbing us.. sigh..I felt really guilty and went to explain to e supvervisor that she wasn't disturbing us and I am fine with her playing badminton with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Sunday (21st - 22nd May 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing what I can squeeze into 35 hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1700-1800:&lt;/strong&gt; Hair Cut *darn the auntie just refuse to trim the turf of hair aka me fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1800-1915:&lt;/strong&gt; Brought me mum to visit me grandma in AMK hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1915- 2100:&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner with Bro @ me house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2200-0005:&lt;/strong&gt; Drinks, @ Zee10. Man U vs Arsenal. DOwned 1 &amp; 1/2 bucket of Hoe Garden. Watch a bloody boring 90mins with score tied @ 0-0. Butthead and Bro tried picking up the waitress IN MY NAME while i was visiting the toilet. Poor gal, she was so scare that she did not dare to pick up her pencil cap which dropped onto the floor. Again its up to me, the "Cher" to clear up all this shit. No more Zee10 for me... think the bartender will piss into our beer e next time we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0005-0130:&lt;/strong&gt; Skipped the extra time of the boring match and supper-ed near Esplanade with Butthead &amp;amp; Bro. They had clams.. I HATE clams.. look so bloodied and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0130-0330:&lt;/strong&gt; Returned to SimpleVille to camp in for the nite. Needa bring me kids to National Stadium @ 0530. Had a nice talk with Jedi Master Choco on Dry Ice. * Jedi Masters: Choco on Dry Ice, Cartwheeler and Hair-Straightener are what brightens me day @ SimpleVille! Colleagues really play a big part in how much you like your job! In addition they are useful for: kanna-ing police record cos of me, looking after me kids for me *so i can go bio chio bus during Big Walk*, cartwheel tumbling and keeping me sane and NOT allowing me to bring the air rifle to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0330-0445:&lt;/strong&gt; Slept. On wooden table outside staff room. Cold and uncomfortable, but not that it matters cos me sleep felt like it lasted only 37 seconds. The alcohol in me was still causing a mini hangover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0445-0600:&lt;/strong&gt; Spent worrying that me 16 Jedi Trainees wont make it in time for the bus.. eventually 2 didnt and needed to go to the stadium on their own personal imperial tie-fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0600-1200:&lt;/strong&gt; Big Walk!!! Was in hper-drive screaming and organising me kids. Wow, we won!!!! *not first, but considering we beat some of the JCs, its a good achievement!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1200-1300:&lt;/strong&gt; Rushed home and lunched. Zoom out again to blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1300-1800:&lt;/strong&gt; Bladed @ ECP. Darn kept falling down as I am still getting used to me new blades. They are freaking fast and I cant really get the hang of the brakes.. kept falling down.. scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1800-1900:&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner @ home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1900-2200:&lt;/strong&gt; Concussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2200-2300:&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up by 4 missed calls. Received activation orders from Butthead, required to report for chionging by 2300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2300-0300:&lt;/strong&gt; Thai Supper Club and Madam Wong. *Okies lets not talk abt it, badly alcohol-ed badly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0400:&lt;/strong&gt; Slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111681265491755052?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111681265491755052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111681265491755052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111681265491755052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111681265491755052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/days-i-cant-stop-moving.html' title='The Days I Can&apos;t Stop Moving'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111604057566006177</id><published>2005-05-14T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:48:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My REAL Identity!</title><content type='html'>I have been following the recent splat of blog scandals with great interest. In order to come out in strong support for the freedom of speech and the right to unfettered expressions, i have decided to courageously reveal my real identity! No! i am not the hunky and handsome boy *erm whose photo has been safely, erm i mean bravely and rightously removed*, I am Jar Jar Bink - General of the Gungan Grand armies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote:&lt;br /&gt;(1) The organisation I am currently working for will henceforth be referred to as "The Coordinators" *extracted from Gundam Seed* Heh Blog scandals, who's afraid of them!? Phew, now there's no needa look over me shoulders everytime I say FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Darn I just found out Jar Jar Bink is also one of the most hated Character of Star wars fans. Hmm... but i like him, nice cute and COWARDIC! Heh keep me alive and safe in one piece. Luke, u can keep ur Jedi light Sabres thank you very much. I guess u will be the one needing "The Force" when ur body has been sliced in half by Darth Vader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111604057566006177?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111604057566006177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111604057566006177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111604057566006177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111604057566006177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-real-identity.html' title='My REAL Identity!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111538091473988852</id><published>2005-05-11T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:36:30.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Became An Invigilator.</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hall8track/Exampix1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Qn 2(i): ;Pls doodle on ur exam scripts should u be unable to answer a single fucking question. [0 marks, but well u get to piss the invigilator off]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay the rascals are having exams!! Heh its pay-back time! I shall pretend not to see them when they raise their hands for more paper or keep circling their desks to distract them from the paper! Hmm the following are things I noticed while invigilating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) 2 guys promptly fell asleep within the 1st 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I woke both up and soon one started drawing ultramans *see picture above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) There was this gal who was seemingly writing a novel.. I made about 3 trips to resupply her with paper. I was afraid the string will snap when she attempt to tie up the paper together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I saw one gal combing her hair using the reflection from her stapler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) While patrolling the Exam Hall, I suddenly felt like us teachers are playing PAC-Man.. avoiding each other, making sure we are not patrolling the same columns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) There are people with uglier handwritting than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) In the last 30 minutes, I became a high-speed DHL delivery boy rushing much needed supplies to those desperately attempting questions as well as those who needed more paper to complete the entire ultramen family &amp; the evil monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) I learnt to memorise the following:"All right, time's up. Please put down your pens and stop writing. Check that you have written down your name on the question paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** But on a serious note, I really feel happy whenever I wake up a student and the little rascal actually sit up and start attempting his/her paper again... of course I must drop by frequently to ensure he/she isn't drawing Star Wars Episode 3 **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111538091473988852?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111538091473988852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111538091473988852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111538091473988852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111538091473988852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-i-became-invigilator.html' title='The Day I Became An Invigilator.'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111553535203304952</id><published>2005-05-08T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:55:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Jumped Off The Train @ Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Yes.. for those who haven't heard about it, me - the foolish one jumped off the Beach Train at Sentosa. Haiz.. looking back, I must agree tt it was an extremely foolish and dangerous act *To all gloating bastards/bitches yes its vv in line with wat alphamale normally gets himself into*. To those wondering why i did it: lazy me jumped off so as to "stop" nearer to our camp site.. stop I did.. just too abrupt and painful for me liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God *if there's one* must have been smiling at me, cos I survived with a few minor bumps and cuts. *There was another on coming tram, luckily it stopped to pick up passengers, else I would have became "alpha-head", "alpha-body" &amp; "alpha arms" *parts sold seperately, batteries and brains not included* No doubt God also had a good laugh at me stupidity. Over the past couple of months, me body had taken a few hard knocks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Lost quite a bit of weight&lt;br /&gt;(2) Injured me back while bowling&lt;br /&gt;(3) Pimple out-break *bad*&lt;br /&gt;(4) Injured left wrist while using ABS Roller in gym&lt;br /&gt;(5) Injured left hand and hips while jumping off train in Sentosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start renewing me insurance policies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111553535203304952?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111553535203304952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111553535203304952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111553535203304952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111553535203304952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-i-jumped-off-train-sentosa.html' title='The Day I Jumped Off The Train @ Sentosa'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111552904877258984</id><published>2005-05-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:00:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firers Watch Your Front!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hall8track/AirRifl1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Target Board - After 300 rounds, fired at distance of 2 metres. Scope-equipped air rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah finally! I am able to post pictures! *The fucking "Hello" program refuses to work for my blog!* Heh the NPCC Teacher-In-Charge (TIC) offered me a chance to try out shooting in the school's Air Rifle range.. heh an offer he will no doubt live to regret *devilish smile* The air rifle is rather heavy... and the target still looked freaking small in the scope. Yes I suck at shooting *see pix above*... I figured the only way to shoot well is to stop breathing *so that the rifle does not bob up and down*.. which I did.. till me face turned blue. just managed to squeeze off the trigger before I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering how to convince the TIC to loan me one of the rifles to bring to class.. wow.. think of the wonderous possibilities: (1) I can aim the rifle menancingly at me students and say "Now u all fucking shut up and turn to WBK page 37, you all got 10 mins to complete all 40 qns.. Unless u all wanna end up like Raymond over here...*at this point i will promptly kick Raymond, whose lifeless body will be lying on the floor*" (2) I can lock me "favourite" sec 2 class in the football field and use them for target practice *1 point for gals and 2 points for boys*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can send the target board to MINDEF to siam reservists! It should convince them that I pose more danger to me fellow comarades then the enemy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111552904877258984?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111552904877258984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111552904877258984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111552904877258984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111552904877258984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/firers-watch-your-front.html' title='Firers Watch Your Front!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111504357970354493</id><published>2005-05-02T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:47:43.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Honour &amp; Glory</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following piece for me track team's blog. Really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Honour &amp; Glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its time to explain why the motto "For Honour &amp;amp; Glory" was chosen. This motto is identical to that of Singapore's Armed Force's elite organisation - the Commandos. It entreats each member of *SimpleVille* Track Team to achieve the following:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honour&lt;/strong&gt; entails our team member to possess &lt;strong&gt;Integrity&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sportsmenship&lt;/strong&gt;. We must always display &lt;strong&gt;Humility&lt;/strong&gt; in victory and &lt;strong&gt;Graciousness&lt;/strong&gt; in defeat. We and our actions are a reflection of the Team and the Team is a reflection of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glory &lt;/strong&gt;can only be achieve through &lt;strong&gt;Hardwork&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Perserverance&lt;/strong&gt;. We must always remained &lt;strong&gt;Focused&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Never Give Up&lt;/strong&gt;. We know that as long as we have given our best, the entire team will be behind us, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why Honour comes before Glory, because Glory without Honour is just a hollow victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always remember the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111504357970354493?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111504357970354493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111504357970354493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111504357970354493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111504357970354493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-honour-glory.html' title='For Honour &amp; Glory'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111500963117283053</id><published>2005-05-02T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:38:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I woke up with the Whole World Crying</title><content type='html'>Woke up late this morning. Spent the nite at Butthead's house with Bro. Realised that the whole world's crying.. parents of me friends on msn, then another friend sms me tt she was crying as well. I believe crying is not a sign of weakness - it is the courage to let out what’s inside you. Cowards believe and fear they will be judged as weak when they tear, the brave just tear freely cos they simply are not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STARTED A JOKE&lt;/strong&gt; (Bee Gees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t see that the joke was on me, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I’d said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’til I finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was one me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was a song tt me uncle loved to sing while bringing me to kindergarten. I always felt that it had been written by a clown. A conversation with BOZO on “clowns” had always lingered in me mind. He said: "Clowns are the loneliest people in the world". I could almost see the tears in his eyes when he said tt. Yes we two had the distinction of being appointed the role of clowns in our group of friends *yes we all slip into roles within our group of friends/colleagues/relatives.. don’t u agree?*.. its like every-time we speak, pple expect something funny.. Admittedly it gets a little tiring sometimes, but well personally I feel happy when I make pple laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111500963117283053?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111500963117283053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111500963117283053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111500963117283053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111500963117283053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-i-woke-up-with-whole-world-crying.html' title='The Day I woke up with the Whole World Crying'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111485391652990454</id><published>2005-04-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:07:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Got Diagnosed with Compulsive Restiveness Disorder</title><content type='html'>I have been diagnosed with Compulsive Restiveness Disorder *also known as "Fucking Piss the Teacher Off Syndrome", darn must have been infected by the bloody rascals* now I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) use my pencils as drumstick and knock to the beat of Hotel California intro once every 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) walk around my class/staff-room/bedroom/Principal's Office, attempting to disturb everyone within a 2 metre radius, once every 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) ask a completely irrelevant question to whatever is currently being discussed once every 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) doze off once every 15 seconds, and when Cher ask me to go wash my face, I will return to class only AFTER the bell rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) when the teacher punishes me (which happens once every 10 seconds) by making me stand up *one of a few primitive avenue of punishment still avail to a teacher*, I take it as a direct order to go on an inspection tour of the class, recruiting more stand up kakis in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) raise my hand and tell my mother I wanna go to toilet once every 5 seconds *yes this is the only time kids raise their hands their mental psyche seem to convince them that hey since I am following the rule of raising my hand when asking a question, do fucking let me outta the room before I make a retaliatory strike*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) and am condemned to rocking my chair on 2 legs every second for the rest of my life, or whenever the teacher turns his head - whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that MOE is trying to shut down my site... they claim that I am disrupting their recruitment drive... emm.. darn.. watever gave them the ideal... FINE if that how they wanna play it! I shall doze off every lesson and tuck out my shirt every time the Principal is not looking! Hrmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111485391652990454?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111485391652990454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111485391652990454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111485391652990454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111485391652990454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-i-got-diagnosed-with-compulsive.html' title='The Day I Got Diagnosed with Compulsive Restiveness Disorder'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111425671360417795</id><published>2005-04-23T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:45:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Give a Loser Club Update</title><content type='html'>Hmm Loser Club seem to have reached rock bottom, with love unemployment rate at 8 year high of 50%! *Big Head, Anal Boy, Yours truely, Klim &amp; Bro* On a bright note, I have to commend Butthead for his efforts in trying to prop up the statisics by have 3-4 GFs at one go. *I hope none of your GFs read me blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy &amp;amp; lotsa fun! Much of my life revolves around teaching &amp;amp; my Track Team. Hmm.. in fact its about 87% track team, 3% teaching and 49% trying to stop me kids from killing each other (both during lessons and track training). *Ok my math is bad, sue me!* Darn who cares about teaching when you have a Track Team to build from scratch! Its like playing Championship Manager and taking a 3 Division team. The team was disbanded about 1-2 years ago and we had to go around grabbing new members. Heh to give u pple an ideal how lousy the team was, the first race I sent the C div relay teams to is against the primary schools... and we lost. However what was once a rowdy gang of runners is slowly but surely taking shape as a track team. *I cant help feeling other teams at Bishan Stadium probably hate us cos we are always freaking noisy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears. Well my greatest fears in life are WS, RDY, 2TB, 1TA, 2TA, PPT in that order. Heh actually PPT should be in front, frankly I havent thought of what I will do should I flunk the next PPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans. None, backpacking would be good! Oh Fishbowl is back alone in China! I fear for her.. erm wait I fear for the Chinese population at large. Look out for this weird camera wielding thingy who stares intently at everyone, horses, flowers and peeing kids. Sharkie is going to Turkey and stopping over in Taiwan! Wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. None. Darn anyone looking for 26/Male Hunk. Heh not in a rush.. just miss the pro-creating bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111425671360417795?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111425671360417795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111425671360417795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111425671360417795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111425671360417795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-i-give-loser-club-update.html' title='The Day I Give a Loser Club Update'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111418763840449515</id><published>2005-04-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T07:19:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Remembered a Conversation that Took Place in 1997</title><content type='html'>Me: "Wow! That's a pair of cool spikes. Where you buy? How much huh?"&lt;br /&gt;She *puzzled look*:" Erm.. I dunno.. its sponsored one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *blushed*. We did not talk again for 3 months. You know, sometimes when i am bumming around, nothing to do.. I will think of how she's doing, if she's married and why hasn't she returned me my Teenage Textbook Movie VCD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111418763840449515?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111418763840449515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111418763840449515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111418763840449515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111418763840449515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-i-remembered-conversation-that.html' title='The Day I Remembered a Conversation that Took Place in 1997'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111374774283796377</id><published>2005-04-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:22:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Got the following from an email. What do you guys remember from yester-years? Do drop a note should u remember anything that had been left out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some nostalgia......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs that you are a 70s/early 80s baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silver hawk and Mickeymouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, Mask and   Smurf too. Girls watched Japanese cartoon like - xiao dian   dian, hua xian zi etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your   classmates besides you,and brush your teeth with a colourful mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You remember the packets of milk we get in primary school to   encourage us to drink more milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You know what's Bin(1) Fen(1) Ba(1) San(1)is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You know what SBC stands for (not simply bo-chup but the actual one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are there when the first chinese serial, The Awakening, is shown on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Internet? E-mail? What the hell is that? So you thought a decade or more ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your friends don't have pagers or handphones in primary or secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEEP! when pressed. There   are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets   by using a machine which punches a hole on the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favourite actor and actoress is Huang Wenyong and Xiangyun. Next is Li Nanxing and Chen Liping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You've probably read Young Generation magazine or Bookworm Digest. In primary school, the Bookworm Book Fair is frequently there, you enjoy the stage performance they held to entertain us children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You are there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CDs? What's that? Cassette tapes were the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You remember how an entire Microsoft Word program can fit on to a single 5.25" 360K diskette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Movie tickets used to cost less than $5 last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The goodies from Mama shop used to be Chickadees, Ka ka, Kum Kum, Xiao Ding Dang choco balls (with toys in the box), colourful hard "egg" sweets, "cigerette" chocolate,pink bottle of bubbles, and small tubes with yellow sticks to blow "more lasting" bubbles that you can pop more air in or slam it on someone's forehead     when it's broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your favourite sound is the bell! For it's the homemade ice cream man! The cream that tops Haagan Dazs! The pink colour ice-cream with eyes plus a wide smile. And the other peddler you love is the old lady who sells juicy muah chee and thick golden syrup rolled in a ballon the tip of a chopstick / stick. Another bell is the recess bell, a time to get    away from school work and to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your favourite childhood gamea were playing "go li"(marbles), five stones, zero-point, catching, and/ or "Pepsi-Cola one two three"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The best thirst quencher of all times is the yummy colourful ice tubes you can buy from provision shops. To eat them, break the tab and suck while holding the freezing tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. And your favourite holiday was Lunar New Year! New clothes, ang pow, shopping, junk food and family gatherings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. All gals have a barbie doll/strawberry shortcake/my little pony/pound puppy while all boys have a star wars figurine or a rubber band catapult that shoots folded paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favourite bedtime story is Enid Blyton's storybook collection, especially Naughtiest girl in School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. One of the first musical insturments you can easily hold a tune with is the recorder. Sound of music was the first most touching love story you knew, other thanPrincess and the Pea, Princess and the Frog, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Wrigley's Chewing gum, tattoo bubble gum, 4 chewing balls in a small box with orange, grape and strawberry flavours.. not forgetting the most lasting bubblegum in original, grape and even watermelon flavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. In secondary school, girls go to the Library to borrow their favourite romance storybook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. In secondary school, girls altered their school skirt to shorten it and guys will go to the school appointed school uniform tailor shop to tailor make their school trousers to the then fashionable "baggy pants"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Back then in secondary school, especially neighbourhood schools, girls like to sit with their legs wide open...so guys usually will steal a look at their...u know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. In Poly days, girls from the Business Studies (BS) will doll up with tons of makeup on their    face. I was told by my guy friends from the Mechanical Engineering that those girls from BS     will sit on a higher platform, with their legs slightly wide open, they used this method to    hook guys...in other words, flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. During primary school days, the teacher will punish you using a ruler to hit your palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A bowl of noodles soup cost only 20c in primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When you were in primary school, girls like to go to the bookshop to buy cute stuff such as animal erasers, sharpeners, notebook etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When you were in the early years in primary school, your teacher will encourage your class to buy stamps to stick on the POSB saving card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. There used to be drive thru cinemas such as the Jurong DriveThru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Yaohan departmental stores used to be a favourite hangout for families during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. In secondary school days, you buy the Bata BM Turbo school shoes. Some guys like to wear those china-made ankle high shoes.  Some even like to wear those very thick socks with their school shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111374774283796377?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111374774283796377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111374774283796377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111374774283796377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111374774283796377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-for-some-nostalgia.html' title='Time for some nostalgia'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111370845148854821</id><published>2005-04-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:15:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Ma's Site-Counter Finally Over-take Mine.</title><content type='html'>Yes, ever since my proposed tie-up with the leading porn sites *to link my blog to theirs* fell through, the writing has been on the wall. Sex sells and my blog is no match for sexy Evil Twin's long legs and the Big Breasted Monsters. Ma's site viewership finally overtook mine. The following are excerpts of my surrender conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alphamale* says&lt;/strong&gt;: ma ur counter has officially overtaken mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alphamale* says:&lt;/strong&gt; helped by the fact tt i constantly visit ur page to see if it had overtaken mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Ma* says:&lt;/strong&gt; isit? i go check! hahahahah u idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*alphamale* says:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh in tt case chk mine first hor, u might needa refresh on me apge a few times to get the real counter readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;counter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;battle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;is&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;lost&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;Heh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;but&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;not&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;war&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;as&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;u&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;might&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;have&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;noticed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;have&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;hyperlinked&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;all&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;in&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;sentence&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;to&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;so&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;any&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;accidental&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;clicks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;will&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;up&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;counter&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;erm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;dun&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;believe?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com"&gt;TRY IT&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111370845148854821?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111370845148854821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111370845148854821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111370845148854821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111370845148854821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-mas-site-counter-finally-over-take.html' title='The Day Ma&apos;s Site-Counter Finally Over-take Mine.'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111220653932379499</id><published>2005-04-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:02:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Started Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>Hi all! Darn, Ma's blog's site-counter is fast catching up with mine! I guess clicking "refresh" non-stop on me blog's page is just a short-term solution, thus it is time for a new entry! The following are a few quick takes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma has started&lt;/strong&gt; an all out site-counter war, and she plays dirty manz! To up her viewership she posted sexy leggy pictures of me *Evil Twin* on her site.. luckily I am smart, after visiting her site like 300 times to see the pic.. I realised that I can SAVE the picture as my wall paper!! Woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education through Love&lt;/strong&gt;, Reason, and a 5.56mm Semi-automatic weapon! Yes I am into me 4th week of my teaching career. Still alive, barely.The lowest point was the day I encoutered a series of unfortunate events - 1 wallet and 2 handphones were stolen from 2 different classes.. haiz then the parents came and life screams misery for a few sad hours but well what can't kill me makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I failed PPT&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, as expected I flunk the bloody test... think NIE can get listed on the SGX soon, considering the amount of revenue its getting from me PPT fees! Well the bright note is that I pass all stations, but only got 7 points total *need 9*. Special thanks goes outta me bro who spent numerous mid-nights filming me attempts at cartwheeling *i.e. me smashing me shoulders and head against the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butt-head patched up&lt;/strong&gt; with his GF *as expected*. Klim broke up with his GF *highly unexpected, and this will surely shorten me odds of winning me &lt;a href="http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/bet-you-upsize_11.html"&gt;bet&lt;/a&gt; with Bro* One of me new fav activities is to bum out on the weekends with Bro and Butt-head *pubbing/ktv/bowling/stayovers/laptop repairs*!! Heh and they have started on this MP3 recording craze! Murdered tracks include tong hua/Sha Mo De Di Qi Tian/Looking through your eyes. And loserly me sprained me back while bowling.. me personal best stands at 98 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start me class room lessons next week! Wish me luck people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111220653932379499?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111220653932379499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111220653932379499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111220653932379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111220653932379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-i-started-blogging-again.html' title='The Day I Started Blogging Again'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111150107629616352</id><published>2005-03-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:11:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Became Rascal Organiser v1.0 (beta)</title><content type='html'>2 days in Simpleville and my life expectancy has been reduced by half...erm actually at the rate the kids are driving me nuts, I will probably be dead by next tuesday... thursday at latest. Ever met 30+ kids whose collective purpose in life is to kill their PE teacher? And whenever me *the mo gui jiao lian* managed to tire out one platoon of evil enemy troops, the bell rings and their reinforcements pours in.. fresh legs with seemingly greater dose of hatred in their eyes.. aarrggghhhh.. reminds me of the D-Day landing scene in Saving Private Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the interesting short takes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top ten PE&lt;/strong&gt; siaming excuses: (1) Menstrual cramps (2) Menstrual cramps *(3) and (4) as well, I am seriously thinking of charting their cycle!* (5) Cher, previously sir always let us play games/read books/go Orchard/stab this knife into ur back during PE lessons (6) Stomachache (7) Cher, forgot to bring PE T-shirt/shorts (9) Headache (10) Cher, I dun wanna run on grass, my shoes will get dirty *personnally this one takes the cake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are TWO&lt;/strong&gt; short-cuts for the 2.4 route round the school.. darn should've smelt a rat when an entire class clocked sub 5 min timing for 2.4.. gggrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boys toilet&lt;/strong&gt; beside the school hall DO NOT have a shed of toilet paper!!! F**K!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bloody floorball&lt;/strong&gt; ball is not kept together with the sticks. Only AFTER I have ARMED my entire sec 4 class with floorball sticks did i realise that I DON'T know where the ball is... without the ball - the next obvious target, of the ARMED devils, is.... erm ME. Heh luckily i was saved by this nicey gal who got the ball from the ECA room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said the Pledge &lt;/strong&gt;and sang the national anthem for the first time in .. erm... like forever *since young, I have discovered that lip synching to the music is effective in fooling stupid teachers into thinking that I am singing my heart out* Heh I must admit that I sang due peer pressure from me buddy!! Sigh.. but no matter how hard we two try to sing, its impossible to cover up for our 600 lip-synching students.. thus is norm for the Principal or the Discipline Master to request SimpleVille for an encore meaning every morning the students to get to lip-sync to the national anthem twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are two&lt;/strong&gt; ways to open the staff room door: (1) Stand outside waving frantically looking stupid or (2) Remember the 6 pin code. I prefer the latter method. However as my memory retention period is abt 2 mins, I usually end up doing the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Discipline Master&lt;/strong&gt; is bloody fierce! Every time he screams at students to tuck in their shirts, I always uneasy check to see if mine is tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna master&lt;/strong&gt; "The Glare". Heh i overheard a teacher saying that it is effective against rowdy students.. other methods currently being deployed include (1) Making them stand till their legs break (2) Making them stand on the chair and raise their arms to support the overhead computer projector *I kid u not, I saw this today* (3) Holding them back during recess or after school. (4) Using their PE period for make-up lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised that&lt;/strong&gt; if I leave my house 10 minutes later (i.e. 630 instead of 620), the journey will take 30 minutes more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 consecutive periods &lt;/strong&gt;playing floorball games can kill an old man like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh there are some silver linings: me HOD is like one of the nicest, most patient and loving teacher I have seen; talking to him, I really feel his love for the kids, which extends to the ultra problematic ones as well. Somehow I feel he relishes the challenge of problematic kids and really really try to help/save those he can. And me Buddy is one hell of a nice guy! I got to be his younger brother *heh technically more like a leech/parasite for these past 2 days, devising defensive strategies against the evil students. Haiz will miss him once his contract ends. Then there's this batch of NIE trainees on practicum phase, nice people *heh in case any of u reading this* ... but i didnt get to interact with them too much.. they sit a little far from me desk. In addition I have 3 wonderful track runners! Seriously, I am hearten by their love for running, and great attitude shown! They are probably the only students who really listened to me for these 2 days. I am probably going to make them my Long/Mid Dist Capt &amp;amp; Sprint Capt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well me short term goals would be (1) To have more command and control during my PE lessons (2) To be able to get actual teaching done for my Science lessons (3) Form up the track team and set the culture/tone. Hope I get my laptop soon soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111150107629616352?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111150107629616352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111150107629616352&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111150107629616352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111150107629616352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-became-rascal-organiser-v10-beta.html' title='The Day I Became Rascal Organiser v1.0 (beta)'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111126291952732036</id><published>2005-03-20T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:02:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Ma bought Robin, Mikael &amp; Bonny home</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this Ma, although we are good friends, I must categorically state that I too do not approve of your relationship with your new partners. Especially so when u are a teacher who should have strong morals and is expected not give in to your whims and urges. We have always known you to have slight nymphomaniac tendencies, but to have 3 active partners (and I do not have to remind you that you already have a boyfriend) is simply disgusting! I don’t approval of casual pre-marital physical relationships, much less with 3 different individual at one go! I prefer that you do not mention you new found partners in my presence, and I think you are a bad influence on kids with your display of physical affection IN PUBLIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please speak no more of Robin and stop ogling at him in front of me, the way you touches him in public leaves little to the imagination. I could see the people around us shaking their head in disapproval; frankly seeing a woman of your age fondling a sturdy strong and virile young lad… Ma, Robin’s young enough to be your son! Saw your eyes light up the moment you laid your lusty glance at Mikeal! My blood boils whenever I see Mikael. He’s tha worst of the lot: cheap, spineless and so easily pushed around, you ignore all these and just base your feeling based fully on physical attraction, lust and you love of his colour?!! You even have the cheek to say Mikeal suits Robin perfectly, goodness talk about deviant relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, apart from having multiple partners in Robin and Mikael, you up the deviant index by having Bonny join in the fray. I have personally met Bonny. Admittedly she really looks sweet and innocent in blue. She’s huggable with her sexy curves. But that is no excuse for bring her to the bed room after less than an hour of acquaintance!! It sickens me to see how ma was busy fondling her! You guys should have seen it, Robin to her left and Bonny to her right, oblivious to a sizable crowd that had formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows what close physical r/s exists between the four in Ma's bed room. Spare me the graphic details. And to think that it has never crossed your mind to get protective rubber of any kind! These are paid mercenaries Ma! I mean being impulsive is one thing, but reckless to the point of stupidity? Giving in wantonly to your human instinct urges really sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I must say that I am really disappointed with Ma over this incident. I pity Pa; he has been with ma for like close to 5 years and is probably still kept in the dark! Also I knew that Ma got into an argument with her mother over this. I know Auntie to be the conservative kind, one of strong traditional values and she did state her strong preference for cusoms. Haiz, I wonder how auntie took it. For certain I know Auntie definitely does not approve of Ma’s relationship (especially the physical aspect). Auntie repeatedly tried to reason with Ma to stick to one that’s a perfect fit you know, one which will suit Ma best and not hang around with Robin, Mikael and Bonny in an obvious deviant relationship arrangement. I just pray that I shall not be the person to break the news to Pa and that he will not take it too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111126291952732036?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111126291952732036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111126291952732036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111126291952732036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111126291952732036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-ma-bought-robin-mikael-bonny-home.html' title='The Day Ma bought Robin, Mikael &amp; Bonny home'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111103869149371423</id><published>2005-03-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:17:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Heroes</title><content type='html'>This was something that happened quite a few months back... but its so darn funny that I needa blog it. Ever thought about what super power would you really like to have? The following is me friends' wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Teleporter!&lt;/strong&gt; - Pa's choice.. must be cos ma live so fucking far from him. I have gotten our scientist to make modifications to his existing helmet to add in the teleport function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Influencer!&lt;/strong&gt; - Jie's choice.. haiz poor jie seldom is able to influence other pple's choice.. and usually ends up being influenced instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Predictor!&lt;/strong&gt; - Bubble Boy's choice.. Toto, 4D, Mahjong.. need I say more? A wise choice my son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Invisible Man!&lt;/strong&gt; - Alphamale's choice.. u noe sneak into enemy compound to steal top secret documents.. rescue hostages.. important stuff like these *ooohhhh fingers cross nobody realise the.. erm "fun things" that can also be done*. Darn but me friends downgrade this power's usefulness by claiming that the invisibility can only work when nobody's looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Vanquisher!&lt;/strong&gt; - Ma's choice.. so she can kill me. But ah ha! I can turn meself invisible so her power's useless against me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sniffer!&lt;/strong&gt; - Anal Boy's choice... so he can help The Vanquisher sniff The Invisible Man out and she can vanquish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Man Differentiator! - &lt;/strong&gt;Pesky Jack Russell's choice. Just when we thought The Sniffer was useless.. along came The Man Differentiator! The Man Differentiator is able to to differentiate if a guy is good or bad (if taken in context at that time, it means if the guy is a good or bad partner i.e. bf/husband)... duh! The team decided to get The Influencer to influence The Man Differentiator to marry a bad guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Thanks to some loserly friends, who chose useless powers, our goal to save the world is in jeopardy.. wonder if nice vilian Mr Magneto is willing to trade some of his mutants for my Sniffer &amp;amp; Man Differentiator. Wanna join my team? What would U wish for?**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111103869149371423?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111103869149371423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111103869149371423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111103869149371423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111103869149371423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/super-heroes.html' title='Super Heroes'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111098437055383920</id><published>2005-03-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T18:23:35.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Had Dinner With My Mother-In-Law</title><content type='html'>Yes, heres how a simple stress-free evening jog with Jie degenerated into a mini-scale highly-stressful meet the parents session! The jog was a bloody last minute thingy.. had like 30 seconds to prepare.. I think me, the unemployed, is top on everyone's "losers to call if lonely" list. The jog was good. A short FAST one - which almost killed slowey. Hmm I must say Jie has somehow managed to turn running into a kind of Extreme Sport. Heh ask her about the thread-mill incident.. think she should take up sky diving or bungee jumping instead, safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jie informed me that she was cooking dinner for her family, which suddenly made me very glad that me mum had already prepared dinner for me. Saw her home and then thought since I am already there, might as well go pump up the gym-ball. Somehow Jie managed to convince me to agree to eat  a little, her exact words were:" Di eat a little lahz, I cook very fast one. By the time u finished, my family NOT back yet." We set the table, laid the dishes and sat down to eat..  thats when the downward spiral began..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I managed to decide which dish is actually edible.. I heard the tingling of keys and the front door opened.. in pop Jie's sis-look-alike.. her mum! Arrgghhhh!! Then Jie prep rice for her mum.. and horror of horrors.. instead of sitting beside jie, auntie sat beside me!!!! So there I was stuck in the middle auntie on me left and Jie on me right *not tt I can tell the difference*. Then the tingling of keys AGAIN.. and in pop Jie's Eldest brother! *Arrgghhhhh!!! by now i am looking like a red lobster.. awkward, embarrassed and stressed, I was desperately plotting me escape, pondering if it's possible to swallow me food, plate, fork &amp; spoon in one gulp* LUCKILY Jie's brother didnt attempt to sit on me right.. nevertheless I was frantically trying to recall if the knife welding brother was Da Ge or Er Ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the table talk: Auntie said "Bu(2) yong(4) ke(4) qi(4).. duo(1) chi(2).. xiang (4)  shi (4) zi(4) ji(3) ren(2) le(4)" I almost swallowed me spoon. Then auntie ask about me job at the cafe.. to which i replied tt I am gg to be a teacher.. and she voiced her approval of it! Wow a few more minutes and we will be talking abt setting an auspicious date, dowry and betroth gifts. I got a feeling that auntie feels that 2005 is a good year for ALL her children to wed Da Ge, Er Ge and Jie! Heh but smart me managed to finish me food fast fast and escaped to the kitchen to wash me plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I must state that this posting has been overly dramatised... and Jie's family members are some of the nicest people around! Also uncle will not want a son-in-law who keeps pumping up his nemesis Gymball! Heh nothing pleases him better than to deflate the gymball *twice in 2 weeks* and even auntie has noticed it!Nevertheless managed to pump up Jie's gymball after dinner. but Jie, think I will seriously advice u to release some air from it... think i overdid it*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111098437055383920?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111098437055383920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111098437055383920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111098437055383920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111098437055383920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-had-dinner-with-my-mother-in-law.html' title='The Day I Had Dinner With My Mother-In-Law'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111095431072515716</id><published>2005-03-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T14:25:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpleville</title><content type='html'>Adding a new character to me blog.. or rather a new place - Me new school!!! Yes Simpleville is really a small set up. But its a good place ot start up as any! Everybody's new here.. the principal.. the HOD of PE.. everybody's nice and patient with me a newbie! Haven't seen much so will up u guys as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.. as a role model, I resolve never to do the following within a 2km radius of Simpleville: (1) Scold vulgar language.. fuck man better start recognising me school uniform.. never know where the little racsa... I meant nicey kids will pop up. (2) Jay walk (3) Pick my nose in public (4) Shake leg (5) Compete against pregnant women/old folks/kids for empty seats on buses (6) Tuck me shirt out (7) Throw rocks at birds/cats/dogs/old women (8) Smoke (9) Stuff bits of paper/litter into cracks on the wall (10) Be late for school and hiding at the void decks to escape from the prefects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111095431072515716?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111095431072515716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111095431072515716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111095431072515716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111095431072515716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/simpleville.html' title='Simpleville'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111089423911235118</id><published>2005-03-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:35:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Realised that PE Teachers Really Do get Picked Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;A sad msn&lt;/strong&gt; nick. (Haiz.. why is it when love ends, the void is many a times filled by hatred? Buddy cheer up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;17 emails in&lt;/strong&gt; my inbox telling me that I have 17 new comment entries on my blog. (Bloody Fishbowl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;A hunky freestyle&lt;/strong&gt; swimmer. (Should see ma drooling over him manz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;My new school's&lt;/strong&gt; general office phone number on my missed call list. (Heh.. talk to me new principal... fierce fierce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;The most slack&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; casual corporate dress code. (Refer to "Jie")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;An Adidas warehouse&lt;/strong&gt;! (Wow everything 30% off!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;A cute little kiddie&lt;/strong&gt;. (Heh who grabbed Ma's hands by mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;A bloody confusing&lt;/strong&gt; shopping layout. (Beach Road Army Market, darn got lost and almost cldnt find me fav bag selling uncle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;The World's Loudest&lt;/strong&gt; Whistle. (Going for $7... handy against pesky students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love. (Okok.. most&lt;/strong&gt; likely lust. there was this sweet looking sales assistant with nicey eyes.. so sweet I cldnt think of a good retort to her joke and stood there looking stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;A hunky fireman&lt;/strong&gt;, sitting in the 2nd row on the left of the firetruck. (Should see ma drooling over him manz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;The bloody anit-drugs&lt;/strong&gt; advert, again. (Qi shi wo men geng bie de youngsters yi yang. Bai tian wo men shi students.. wan shang wo men shi brothers.. wo men you zi ji de rule.. wo men try E, K Smack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111089423911235118?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111089423911235118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111089423911235118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111089423911235118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111089423911235118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-realised-that-pe-teachers-really.html' title='The Day I Realised that PE Teachers Really Do get Picked Up'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111076727081792665</id><published>2005-03-14T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:01:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things About Me!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! This blog is about me! Me! Me! Me!! Its a shrine I build for myself!! Its a URL I keep sending to all me friends non-stop!! Heh still trying to figure how to create a worm that will get me friends to forward the url of me blog to all their friends!! Just did one of the online quiz ur friends thingy! Wow scored full points.. a great feat considering I do not know that person.. heh yes, I am a sucker for quizes. Decided to do something similar here, not in a quiz format but in a Q&amp;A form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 01: How many dogs have I owned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE! The 1st was a black short sauage look alike thingy! That was when I was vvvv young. The 2nd was me favourite. It appeared one morning at me door step; incredible considering I live in a HDB flat. Brought it to the poilice post.. and when i returned from school, I found out tt me mum had claimed it from the police post! Sob.. but it ended up really sad. If i keep a list of life's regrets, this would rank among top 3. Somehow I worked out that we cant keep it and I returned it to the police post *tearing, sob*. If I could do it all over again, its would be different. The 3rd was this stray dog tt ended out behind me grandma's shop house. Another brief stay cos the owners claimed it back.. ggrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 02: How many instances of strange encounters have I had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO! The one which most of my hostel friends are very familar with is my talking tigger... wooo hooo hooo hoo! It started talking on its own one morning. I thought it was me roomie playing a trick on me; tt was till i realised that he was still sleeping on his bed. Till now I really hope its just a malfunction, that orangy thingy is still in me cupboard, if anyone wants it just ask. The 2nd instance was at Ron's ECP chalet. Ron, Anal Boy, butt head and meself were playing bridge in the wee morning hours, when the freaking SLIDING door behind me slammed shut on its own!!! Darn. *Okie if this was a trick played on me, u f**kers better own up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 03: Am I left or right handed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a tricky one. I think I was borned left handed that's till me uncles/aunties decided to convert me to a rightie.. grrr... tt explains why i brush teeth with me left hand, wear me watch on me right hand and have f**king ugly handwriting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 04: Whats me favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &amp; 19. For jersies I usually take 11 as i normally play on the left flank. Yes I am a right footer who plays on the left flank. Why I always play on the left flank (in any game/sport)? Seriously I don't know.. I just have this natural drift left tendency.. vv strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 05: How many businesses have the entrepreneurial me started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Yes yes the first one fail and the 2nd one is in the process of failing! *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 06: How many times have I taken the driving test?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm seriously I have lost count. I know I flunk 3 times for the class 4 driving test in army (where the pass rate is &gt;90%). As for civilian class 3, I think I flunk 4 times, once in BBDC and thrice at Ubi Comfort (this' considered really bad cos I took under school!). So total is SEVEN. Okies I think i have proved beyond doubt that I am an awful driver.. heh on the flip side, I can drive a 3 tonner, land rover, unimog, car and motorbike!!! Wow Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 07: Top 5 habits which I personnally consider to be anal/disgusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; Extreme preference for squatting type toilets when shitting; especially in public washrooms! To use a sittting type means to risk having the bacteria fill water splash up to my butt. When using the squatting type I usually face the opposite direction to avoid the splashes (I think only the Taiwaneses know how to correctly design squatting toilet bowls). When using sitting type, I needa first lay down tons of toilet paper! (Heh to friends whose toilets I have graced.. the mystery of the disappearing toilet rolls is finally solved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; Drooling in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; Always going for the seat third row from the back on the left hand side of the bus! I love to people watch, and I consider this to be the best seat available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Packing my room/table/cupboard/shelf.. every 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; Confguring the "quick launch panel" and "my computer" for all me friends' computers I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 08: Top 5 things I suk at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; Maths * I think I still hold the record for NJC Science Stream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; Sit Ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Giving Speeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; Playing all kind of musical instruments. Yes my singing suck too.. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 09: Top 5 things that pisses the shit off me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; People being angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; People Ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; People who breaks off halfway in arguments/discussions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Finding something, I really wanna wanna buy, sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; Missing the Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 10: Top 5 things that make me happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; Smell of suntan lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; Having a fufilling discussion/chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; Getting nicey snail mails from friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Sun Rise/Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; People being happy with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qn 11: Top 5 things I am proudest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; My friends *aawwwwwww....esp loserclub &amp;amp; me hall friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; Getting Captain of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; Getting onto the Dean's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Topping my entire standard for Science when I was in Pri 5 *yes yes roomie u top ur school's standard overall and for most subject every year!! Grrrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; Writing and directing a play which won NJ Playhouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111076727081792665?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111076727081792665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111076727081792665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111076727081792665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111076727081792665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-about-me.html' title='Things About Me!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111073810577327939</id><published>2005-03-14T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:23:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Mother Promised to Buy Me a Condo</title><content type='html'>My mother has found the best way to trap me into having a conversation with her. She waits for this opportune moment every morning - when i am trapped in the kitchen toilet shitting and reading TODAY's newspaper. Grrr.. there is no escape.. resistance is futile. This morning's conversation started with "Ah boy, me promise to buy you a condominium.. WHEN I touch big sweep" *Yes, she really said that, I kid you not!!* Duhhhhh!!!! It's incredulous.. me mother never cease to amaze me with crazy illogical thoughts. I meant I would expect her to know that I want a sports utility vehicle more than a condo *Yes I live in a family which can't grasp the concept of betting odds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ma and Jie for lunch @ 1pm. Still can't believe I got lost in Junction 8 looking for Pasta Mania. Passed the Boob-shaped timer to Ma.. Jie left us early and went to get skin cancer by blading @ 3pm in ECP. Darn.. me next appointment was @ 645 with Bro @ Suntec.. wat to do in the mean time... Heh although I had to endure physical (kicking/pinching/punching) and psychological (her shouting molest and wanting to bring me on a bra buying trip) abuses, I am grateful to Ma for letting me stick to her like a leech for 2-3 hours in Orchard! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma finally couldn't take me anymore and decided to deposit me with Pa/Airforce Boy/Anal Boy at Suntec City. *Pa if u are reading this, Ma waste money again &amp; bought a new yellow top from Esprit* Thus we took this City-Buzz ($1 fare) from Orchard to Suntec... seriously it wasnt a good ideal.. traffic was crawling, after 1/2 hours we alighted and walked the rest of the way. Hmm.. then we had a vv nice 2 hours talk @ e food court in Suntec; discussing about our hall alumni outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I met Bro @ abt 6pm to go get his gf's camera. And wow we each bought ourselve a 3-in-1 printer *Print/Scan/Photocopy* @$99 cheap cheap but the downside is that its an Epson Ink-Sucking Monster &amp;amp; the bloody usb printer cable's not included. Think it prints damn slowly also. Was seriously considering a laser printer $199 Fuji Xerox.. but the toner is $115 leh.. a little ex. Well thats all to me eventful Sunday. Tomorrow's a packed day! Needa call me principle! Good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111073810577327939?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111073810577327939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111073810577327939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111073810577327939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111073810577327939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-my-mother-promised-to-buy-me-condo.html' title='The Day My Mother Promised to Buy Me a Condo'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111073569746735808</id><published>2005-03-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:41:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Received My School Posting</title><content type='html'>Whoa hoo.. the posting letter finally arrived! Yes thats the highlight of me saturday. Went Queensway with Queen. And TYR warehouse.. darn, disappointing place. Firstly the stuff there not cheap.. then this lady keeps following me around.. grrr.. I said "Erm.. it's okies, I'll look around myself".. then she took 2 steps back and followed me from a distance!!! Okies I am rushing to blog me Sunday's escapade! So I shall leave you with the following bits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track: Me ex-gf wanted to be a banker.. and against all odds she did! Wow! I am really proud and amazed by her! Wish her well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In new age wisdom FEAR stands for: Face Everything And Recover!&lt;br /&gt;But aged old wisdom suggests otherwise: Fuck Everything And Run!&lt;br /&gt;-Adapted from Bag Of Bones, StephenKing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest distance in the world is not between life and death nor heaven and earth.. it is me standing in front of you and you not knowing I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-Adapted from Super Sunday. Hmm think I have seen this quote from MIRC before. Wow do you guys know that Ah Niu really liked Li Xin Jie before?!! During his university days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111073569746735808?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111073569746735808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111073569746735808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111073569746735808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111073569746735808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-received-my-school-posting.html' title='The Day I Received My School Posting'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111056083817339599</id><published>2005-03-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T01:19:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet You Upsize!</title><content type='html'>Probably only people in the inner circle will understand this title. Yes the time has come for another bo liao bet. We have tried: How long will they last? Will they break up before/after XX date? Is there a fork in this cuppa instant noodle? Will they get together? Does coming in 6th in the 800m walk get you a medal? Yes we are that boliao. Won &amp; lost a few upsized macdonalds meals... heh in fact I won this very motherboard from a bet! And now we release the details of our bet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bet:&lt;/strong&gt; The order of Loser Club Members getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnings:&lt;/strong&gt; To be decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formula:=&lt;/strong&gt; Sum [ 2 * │Actual Position - Predicted Position│]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01st      Jen&lt;br /&gt;02nd    Xiao Wen Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;03rd     Ron&lt;br /&gt;04th     Ah Neh&lt;br /&gt;05th     Mr Toh&lt;br /&gt;06th     Butt-Head&lt;br /&gt;07th     Big-Head&lt;br /&gt;08th     Bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;09th     Alphamale&lt;br /&gt;10th     Anal Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alphamale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01st      Jen&lt;br /&gt;02nd    Xiao Wen Zi&lt;br /&gt;03rd     Ah Neh&lt;br /&gt;04th     Ron&lt;br /&gt;05th     Butt-Head&lt;br /&gt;06th     Big-Head&lt;br /&gt;07th     Mr Toh&lt;br /&gt;08th     Bro&lt;br /&gt;09th     Alphamale&lt;br /&gt;10th     Anal Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111056083817339599?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111056083817339599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111056083817339599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111056083817339599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111056083817339599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/bet-you-upsize_11.html' title='Bet You Upsize!'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111054527135874907</id><published>2005-03-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:04:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Went IT Fair @ Suntec A*L*O*N*E</title><content type='html'>First, I must admit that alphamale had been Lazy&lt;em&gt;yy... laziieeeeeeee! Growl.. alpha not lazy... no.. alpha never wanna hurt master... noooo.. ITS HIM!!! He wants precious for himself!!!! Hsstt!! He wants to steal master's precious!!&lt;/em&gt; -Okie in addtion to being extremely lazy this week, I have also been suffering from a Lord of the Ring withdrawal syndrome.. poor smeagol. So the following is a short take on blog entries that never got beyond the title phase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08th Mar: The Day I Bought 70 Vitamin C Tablets *yes.. I was this sick*&lt;br /&gt;09th Mar: The Day I watched LOTR III - The Return of the King *and tons of other vcds*&lt;br /&gt;10th Mar: The Day My Happiness Index Fell A Little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled me morning swim with jie to get more shut-eye time and also to pack up me life. Went for a short swim at SPAN-JOMS in the late morning. Plus point: There is the water heater in the shower room. Minus point: Cos e shower room is on the 2nd level, to get there u have to walk through the freezing lounge &amp;amp; climb up the freezing stairs.. in your swim trunks. Guess this being a Police Club House, the facilities are designed with macho hunky police officers in mind.. and not scrawny me! Grrr.. Left me story book *Sleepyhead* at the pool side.. luckily got nice auntie to pass it to me through the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fishbowl for lunch. Spent most part of it bickering.. so I can we can say its a good lunch. Then its off on a lonely journey to town. Suntec- Royal Sporting House. Gotta spend the coupons me got from me frens for me birthday! Grr coupons are a real torture.. I prefer hard cash.. reminded meself to give out totally useless coupons for the next few birthdays that come along.. "Oh here u go Arnold, your $80 coupon to spend on anything you want @ Victoria's Secret"... Oh by the way anyone knows how and wanna go to TYP warehouse?! Needa got there to get me PE gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to IT Fair @ Suntec City.. for us geeks its an annual pilgrimage kinda thing u noe... where we get to talk to babes *chio sales assistants* who would avoid us every other day of the year. Nothing much there, but its worth a look for those looking fro thumbdrive/MP3 players/Router and Networking Products/Babes in short skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel I am falling sick again. Hmm... 27 Vit C tablets will do the trick.. yes I do not understand the meaning of moderation .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111054527135874907?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111054527135874907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111054527135874907&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111054527135874907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111054527135874907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-went-it-fair-suntec-alone.html' title='The Day I Went IT Fair @ Suntec A*L*O*N*E'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111020653251236892</id><published>2005-03-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:42:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Sold My Ikea Arden Pile Rug</title><content type='html'>As wasted days goes, today tops the cake. Was sick and spent me day on me bed *yes the sleeping bag which wraps around a thin exercise mat qualitfies as a bed* I hate being sick.. can't run/swim/blade/do core muscle training. Hmm I thought there is an unwritten rule somewhere that say PE teachers have immunity to sickness.. I can imagine my mucus dripping into me whistle while I try to blow for a foul.. boy I will be in such foul mood.. pity the kids that will be under me heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished "Scaredy Cat" by Mark Billingham. A little too slow for my liking. The pace only picks up at the end. Yeah sold my Ikea Arden Pile Rug on Yahoo auctions.. cheap but me in the mood to sell everything I have! I want an empty room... okies an empty room with a sleeping bag that wraps around a thin exercise mat as a bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111020653251236892?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111020653251236892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111020653251236892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111020653251236892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111020653251236892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-sold-my-ikea-arden-pile-rug.html' title='The Day I Sold My Ikea Arden Pile Rug'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111016405713969904</id><published>2005-03-07T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:37:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Words (I)</title><content type='html'>Hmm this is a complilation of qoutes tt I thought up of. Its good to be prepared early u noe, in case I needa run for President, be the first Singaporean in space or defend myself against some murder charges. *No doubt the last being most likely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because life is&lt;/strong&gt; so unpredictable.. because time can never be turned back... because happiness can be so fleeting.. because not all dreams are meant to be pursued.. because those who touched our lives are always in such a rush.. because relationships can be so fragile.. therefore we cast our feelings all aside therefore we lock the door on both sides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I admit life's&lt;/strong&gt; a constant struggle. But I have seen ordinary people overcome seemly unsurmountable odds. I know and accept that hurt and pain are part of living life but more importantly I know that they make us stronger, make us cherish and appreciate life. Therefore I simply cannot find it in myself to believe that we have come so far just to give up.. just to lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grant me strength&lt;/strong&gt; to face tomorrow's challenges, and the courage to always do what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planning, lesson #1:&lt;/strong&gt; Base the best case scenario on &lt;em&gt;probabilities&lt;/em&gt; and the worst case scenario on &lt;em&gt;possibilities&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111016405713969904?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111016405713969904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111016405713969904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111016405713969904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111016405713969904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-words-i.html' title='My Words (I)'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111012560240553650</id><published>2005-03-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:13:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Ma Poked Anal Boy in the Eye</title><content type='html'>I am surrounded by clumsy and violent friends whose sole purpose in life seem to be to inflict physical pain. Usually on me. Heh luckily this time round its on Anal Boy. And the irony of it all is that Anal Boy was the most hardworking, helping ma cut her 5cm squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my first 15 waking minutes observing how Bro resist all attempts by his 2 handphones to wake him up.  Me afternoon swim was foiled by strong winds, rain and the evil security guard who refuses to let me swim in a pair of shorts. Had a happy dinner with Ma &amp; Jie at Swensens. Went over to Jie's place.. thats when Ma tried to kill anal boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies today's posting shall just be a record of today's series of events... me think me falling sick. Nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111012560240553650?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111012560240553650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111012560240553650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111012560240553650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111012560240553650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-ma-poked-anal-boy-in-eye.html' title='The Day Ma Poked Anal Boy in the Eye'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111007262854366856</id><published>2005-03-06T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:04:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Characters You Will Meet in This Blog</title><content type='html'>In This Blog You Will Meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alphamale&lt;/strong&gt;, who happens to be me. And I have the weird habit of refering to meself as a 3rd person.. so beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Tiger. Evil trainee teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Helmet Boy. One of the nicest person I have met.. thus everyone gets this inherent urge to bully him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Slowey/Piece-Of-Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anal Boy&lt;/strong&gt;, who seems to always be in anal and caustic mood. But deep deep down inside *u needa a hammer &amp; a chisel.. erm okie a sledgehammer* he is a nice guy. Not one to bring on a trip to a deserted island though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishbowl&lt;/strong&gt;, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuqi&lt;/strong&gt;, who is normally the first person I chat on MSN with every morning. I love telling her the wonders of life while she slogs at work! Gorgeous female*. *Brains not included. -kidding-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Cup A+,&lt;/strong&gt; who is really quite anal - she actually wraps her soft tops in plastic to stop them from getting dusty. Yes and she still bears a grudge against me for giving her the "owl" soft toy in 2002!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roomie&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Mr Toh. Spent 3 years sleeping with me. Yes our hostel policy does seem to promote homosexuality, but my petition for have a female room mate was thrown out. He is part of the clinical experiment to find out if one can survive on nothing but Instant Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro&lt;/strong&gt;, aka Jerk. Yes dunno why all girls seem to fall in love with him. Alway call me brother and then allocate me the toughest job in a freelance project, unleashes his hyperactive ultra horny Jack Russell upon me or get me to repair his evil laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butthead&lt;/strong&gt;, who's definition of Karaoke Session is one which friends gather to hear him sing songs tt nobody else have heard before. Fave number is Ai(4) De(2) Zhen(4) Hao(3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big-Head&lt;/strong&gt;, description: pls refer to nick. Seriously I must say he's a sniper's dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-d-i-o-t,&lt;/strong&gt; who's dumb enough to bet with me on the msn "mine-sweeper" game. She lost and thus had to change her nick to I-d-i-o-t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt;, who's so similar to Ma! Heh caustic humour is hard to find nowadays. Definitely one to spend ur bumming time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airforce Boy,&lt;/strong&gt; yay an impt fren cos he got C*A*R.. oohhh all friends with cars automatically get promoted to "best friend" status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simpleville,&lt;/strong&gt; the school I am currently assigned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carebear,&lt;/strong&gt; when Ron told me about this guy who is: a waterpolo player, from ACS, rides a bike and selected for the hall pageant; wow! I thought he wld be damn seh! Then.. along came this carebear lookalike thingy...whose speciality is to devour all food in sight. Heh maybe not seh, but still a super nice guy nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will add more characters along the way!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111007262854366856?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111007262854366856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111007262854366856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111007262854366856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111007262854366856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/characters-you-will-meet-in-this-blog_05.html' title='Characters You Will Meet in This Blog'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-111004611222734252</id><published>2005-03-06T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T09:42:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Went Devil's Bar</title><content type='html'>Went clubbing for the first time in 1 and a half years!! Dun play play I wore jeans and shirt *first time in 6 months*.. I have learnt my lesson after e time when jie led me in an attempted charge at the indochine bouncer with me in my slippers, shorts and collar T-shirt.. needless to say I was thrown out. Another stay over session, me &amp; bro at butthead's place. Even as I type, bro is trying out his newly acquired massage skills on butthead.. heh I dun think a massage master who constantly refers to his massage instruction manual inspires much confidence.. oh well better butthead then me.. though think it will be awhile before he gets to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me bro taught me some core muscle strengthening techniques hopefully they will help me in doing a good head stand... got to learn the yoga shoulder stand heh.. hmm its useful to have bro around *as long as he doesnt attempt to break my back/leg with his massage skills*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-111004611222734252?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/111004611222734252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=111004611222734252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111004611222734252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/111004611222734252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-went-devils-bar.html' title='The Day I Went Devil&apos;s Bar'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110995229264175945</id><published>2005-03-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:04:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Had Morning Swim With Jie</title><content type='html'>Morning swim at last. But the pool's really crowded.. almost crashed head on with this freestyle swimmer. Bummed me day away feeling sleepy... vv sleep; came to the conculsion that morning swims are for pple who are employed.. so they can slack and feel sleepy during office hours. The unemployed aka ME.. will only ended up sleeping our precious slack time away, GRRR.. Hmm visited the PPT website.. need 9 points to pass!!! Oh my gosh... better learn the headstand/cartwheel fast! Went for a run in the late evening. Okies me think me hitting me tolerance limit for doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110995229264175945?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110995229264175945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110995229264175945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110995229264175945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110995229264175945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-had-morning-swim-with-jie.html' title='The Day I Had Morning Swim With Jie'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110992549675172794</id><published>2005-03-04T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:38:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analysis of Top Auditing Firms</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PriceWaterHouseCoopers:&lt;/strong&gt; The guys whose keyboards have no hyphens or spacebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KPMG:&lt;/strong&gt; Nobody in the company noes wat e 4 alphabets stand for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deloitte &amp; Touche:&lt;/strong&gt; Nobody noes the correct pronounciation. Didnt help when "Tohmatsu" was added at the end recently... making it impossible to pronounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, an important point to note is that having a sensible name doesn't guarantee success e.g.: &lt;strong&gt;Andersen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110992549675172794?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110992549675172794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110992549675172794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110992549675172794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110992549675172794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/analysis-of-top-auditing-firms.html' title='Analysis of Top Auditing Firms'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110992499141601792</id><published>2005-03-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:29:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells that Make People Happy</title><content type='html'>Posting some old stuff I found on my computer. Years ago while alone on an mrt ride, I encountered this whiff of suntan lotion which suddenly made me vv happy. Thus I begin me mini survey among my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alphamale&lt;/strong&gt;:   Sun-Tan Lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roomie&lt;/strong&gt;:  Swimming pool breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bozo&lt;/strong&gt;:   Galfriend/fresh lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pei&lt;/strong&gt;:   Smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nixiuh&lt;/strong&gt;:   Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Cup A+:&lt;/strong&gt;   sun-baked clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt;:   Smell of Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-D-I-O-T:&lt;/strong&gt;   Lamb *stuff toy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110992499141601792?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110992499141601792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110992499141601792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110992499141601792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110992499141601792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/smells-that-make-people-happy.html' title='Smells that Make People Happy'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110984908790724011</id><published>2005-03-03T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:05:08.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Finished Solitaire Mystery</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. it has been a gloomy rainy day. Nothing notable happened. Brought I know who to I know where. Went CK Tangs and bought a life-time supply of underwear and Carrefour to x-change my blading guards to L size. Finished the Solitaire Mystery, quite a good book. I leave you guys with the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My advice to all those who are going to find themselves is: stay exactly where you are. Otherwise you are in great danger of losing yourself for ever"&lt;/em&gt; - Jostein Gaarder - The Solitaire Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hopefully interesting things happen tonight that I can update this blog with*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 10:00PM - Me bathroom light got busted.. darn needa sacrifice my 2nd last blue coloured light-stick. Blue colour light-stick := SGD$4.24; Able to ensure ur ass is wiped clean after shitting := priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110984908790724011?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110984908790724011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110984908790724011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110984908790724011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110984908790724011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-i-finished-solitaire-mystery.html' title='The Day I Finished Solitaire Mystery'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110977621196745577</id><published>2005-03-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:10:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day with the Boob-Shaped Timer</title><content type='html'>This entry was supposed to be entitled "The Day I Slipped Down A Flight of Stairs". I thought the day could not get any worse, that was till I met the "Boob-Shaped" timer *seriously it really does look like a pointed boob.. will post a pix of it if I am not too lazy*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with a heavy down pour which washed out me &amp; Jie's morning swim. Of course my trusty alarm clock wasn't informed and duly exploded at 0630am!! Thus with my sleep cycle ruin, I drifted in and outta sleep till my trusty alarm clock NO. 2 aka Mum was activated. By now the skies kinda cleared and I had a short swim.. interesting things i discovered: 1. TPY swimming pool is opened at 0630 for morning swims 2. An adult stored value card can be purchased at the counter. Next, a friendly tip for all wearing cheapskate trail slippers: STAY IN DOORS ON RAINY DAYS!! After me swim, on my way to meet Fishbowl for lunch, I slipped and fell down an entire flight of stairs. Crap! In my haste to eacape this malu scene, i lost one of me fav towels. Luckily till now i have not noticed any breakage or big open wound but there's this big bump on me shin.. haiz hope there's no hair line crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to be a nice kid and went IKEA to get Ma a timer! Thats when I met the evil Orange Boob-Shaped Timer! All was fine till I left IKEA and shop at Queensway. I was bumming around looking for shoes thats when it occurred to me that I have not tested the timer.. I noe that Ma will surely kill me if the bloody thingy doesn't work. Thus if you had seen a weirdo listening intently to a Orange Boob-Shaped Object in the middle of Queensway Shopping centre, yuppos tts me! To my horror the bloody thingy doesnt work!!! Sighz so its back to IKEA.. get the refund tix and grab a working one.. simple? WRONG! I tested 1.. it rang before ZERO.. decided to be smart and tested 4 different ones at a go.. one rang.. but the question being WHICH ONE??!! Had to improvise and winded up 4 different ones and placed them at different areas... and ALL rang before ZERO!!! As by now a sizable crowd has gathered, observing me fondling numerous Orange Boob-Shaped Objects.. tt vibrates.. I decided to settle on the one with the lowest zero error and zoomed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought me blade guards at Carrefour PlazaSing!! Bloody hell wrong sized, too small so needa go tomorrow to exchange. I am never ever gg to consult Jie on accessory sizes any more! Hrmph~~ I got a feeling that she thinks I am sized SMURF! Grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110977621196745577?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110977621196745577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110977621196745577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110977621196745577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110977621196745577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-with-boob-shaped-timer.html' title='The Day with the Boob-Shaped Timer'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11183491.post-110977060276199480</id><published>2005-03-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:36:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of the Rest of My Life</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of the rest of my life. Thus what better time to pen down my thoughts. My tutor once said a man should do 3 things in his life: The first is to plant a tree. Only then can he be amazed by how one so small can bring into being something so strong huge and sturdy. The second thing is to bring up a child, because only through one's child can one see a true and perfect reflection of oneself. Lastly, a man should write a book; this is to tell the world what his life is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11183491-110977060276199480?l=printtoscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/feeds/110977060276199480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11183491&amp;postID=110977060276199480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110977060276199480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11183491/posts/default/110977060276199480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://printtoscreen.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='The First Day of the Rest of My Life'/><author><name>alphamale</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/73/9543743/12378588961533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
