<?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-8057002725792511494</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:20:32.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff's World of his ownnnnn =D</title><subtitle type='html'>Name: Jeff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4062907102275459687</id><published>2009-10-06T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:59:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.. am back to blogging cause Jean's complaining that she have got nth else to kaypo online already. Ironic huh? So much essays and books to read but could still find time going thru blogs HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its not considered "meeting up" ok today Jean. Even tho i really did see you but it still doesn't count so the 3 months once thing do not start today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... if i don't get to see you soon. The next time would be next year. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure i'll miss you everyday without fail haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4062907102275459687?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4062907102275459687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4062907102275459687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4062907102275459687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4062907102275459687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1742141553106047345</id><published>2009-07-23T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:30:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBO JUMBO !</title><content type='html'>My favourite pen is down. I've got no other alternative to pen down my thoughts! So am back to you blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun @ Mambo night with QD and Conny! Too bad jia ming you weren't there am sure you'll love it here like how QD did. He had so much fun that he had already made an appointment with me next week for another round of grooving LOL. Unfortunately or fortunately he don't drink am not sure yet. P.S 1 Glass counts as not drinking QD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate part - I'll get high first and i'll probably do some crazy stunt which the usual super behaved jeff won't do. Like singing songs with some random guy outside of ZOUK. Faint* but lucky for you with me around i highly doubt you'll need any achohol to get high. All you have to do is watch me go crazy. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the fortunate part its not so much for you QD. TOO BAD. Now with QD around you don't have to be worried about waking up in the morning at some corner of singapore completely smashed with vomit all over yourself. QD will take care of you HAHAHAH cause he'll be so DAMN SOBER with that only glass of achohol his commiting himself to for the WHOLE NIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who could get smashed and high with me!! Anybody!?  HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conny on the other hand was completely wasted with 2 apple shooters. And she didnt even tell us that she almost died outside for 2 hrs until the end. She just went missing *Poof* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while am at it. lets talk about OSCAR LOLOL. He puked for the first time ever in his life. Don't worry about it Oscar there will be more to come. Get use to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened, we went in at around say, 11pm we decided to not use our coupon like usual. He got him self 2 Gin&amp;Tonic 2 Whiskey Dry for myself followed by 1 jug of long island each. There you have it a complete brew of horror show. And please OSCAR stop blaming it on the flu medicine you took! thats  irrelevant! HAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As buddies i stayed out with him for a good 1 hr  + while he was puking all his dinner out. i took care of him, pat his back and offered him my whole pack of tissues! Right after he could walk i whisked him back in though. BFF Oscar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened his eyes he was back on the dance floor.... just imagine lololol his like "WTF JEFF" but soon subdued to the music lOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all went home happily ever after LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMBO AGAIN NEXT WEEK GUYS ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffffffffff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1742141553106047345?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1742141553106047345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1742141553106047345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1742141553106047345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1742141553106047345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-pen-is-down.html' title='MAMBO JUMBO !'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2696580162890476762</id><published>2008-12-21T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:31:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Unlike Any Other</title><content type='html'>Ever had those days where everything seem to backfire at you? Like everything your doing seems to feel wrong, seems to feel seriously out of place. When you desperately need to call out to someone for assurance. Yeah thats what am feeling now. It may seem complicated but it really isn't. You know your feeling that way when you start calling someone in particular and not just everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe am saying too many yes-es. I should probably start saying No. Although when every request you comply to is being fulfilled there is a sense of elation and triumph. Its actually exhausting. At some point, when people do not appreciate it. Its just exasperating and annoying. Yet i just cant say NO completely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tendency to say something like maybe instead of a no is perceptive.  It has became a habit which initially was considered a +point in my character for being helpful. Well, now am not too sure. Taking into account of an "intense" confession i just had not too long ago. I would rather consider myself to be selfish instead of helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of intense. Is there any sort of enrichment program or class for the verbally challenged? While speaking to a gal? That tongue-tied session on the phone is really a no no. Together with that "infrequent" sweaty palms oh god. Operation to get those sweat glands off? Would that help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i shall digress a little. You know Zooey Deschanel? The main actress for "YES MAN". She stared in the movie " The Happening" as the wife of erm the lead actor. I forgotten his name, but yeah thats not the point. If you watched that "happening" movie. She was like a dork in it. Don't ask me why. Watch it. On the other hand, in "Yes Man" she plays a hot gal who rides a vespar! Her voice and everything was perfect for the movie unlike the other which am not gonna mention why. Because i love the image i have of her now. HAH!  Search her name on YouTube! She sings too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i cant wait for David Fincher: “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”! The man that was born under unusual circumstances.  Okk am off ! Shall enjoy the next couple of precious hours before going back to camp. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2696580162890476762?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2696580162890476762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2696580162890476762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2696580162890476762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2696580162890476762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-unlike-any-other.html' title='A Day Unlike Any Other'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8804011254193844179</id><published>2008-12-16T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:08:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 MORE DAYS!</title><content type='html'>THIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY FA LALALALA LA LA LA LA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A KIND REMINDER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ! YOU GUYS HAVE 9 MORE DAYS TO GET ME XMAS GIFT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BIG BIG PRESENT THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8804011254193844179?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8804011254193844179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8804011254193844179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8804011254193844179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8804011254193844179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-more-days.html' title='9 MORE DAYS!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3450773057530936085</id><published>2008-12-14T05:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:02:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE WE HUMANS? OR ARE WE DANCERS?</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i wanted to talk about this. Since i have just crashed my car and soon the whole world will know not because of this post but because of some people. Whom i think i know who. So why not just post it up?  Don't have to go through all that hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologies once,&lt;br /&gt;i apologies twice,&lt;br /&gt;i apologies thrice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whining continue. I already said am paying for the repairs. It still doesn't stop. Will the car go back in shape even if you continue to frown continue to cry about it? This just reflects on every single matter that happens in our daily lives. Seriousness and the severity of every matter is determine by oneself. Whether or not to brood over it, to cry over spilled milk. Its all up to you. By making a big fuss, it really isn't gonna help a single bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retained in secondary 3. I dropped to combined science. I failed my TP once. I unintentionally scolded CB while driving when my mom is beside me. I quitted poly. So what is the big deal? Parts and puzzles of life. Cant everyone just get over with this repetitive cycle. Don't anyone find it a chore  to complain and be stressed out about every single hurdle one face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From young we are taught to be able to stand up when we fall. To learn from our mistakes. To be strong in the face of adversity. To not give up easily. But we were never taught how long are we were given to stand up. Its about time people start &lt;br /&gt;thinking about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be subjective to different individuals. But come on lets face it, thats an unacceptable justification to remain stagnant in this ever-changing world. So wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We all have insecurities, and what makes them crippling is the fact that we have the ability to blow them up into such huge issues that we might as well have a facial deformity. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANNA JOIN ME? AM GONNA GO TO THE FIELDS AND SCREEM MY LUNGS OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3450773057530936085?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3450773057530936085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3450773057530936085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3450773057530936085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3450773057530936085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-we-humans-or-are-we-dancers.html' title='ARE WE HUMANS? OR ARE WE DANCERS?'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7972461655259849825</id><published>2008-12-12T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:03:22.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER~</title><content type='html'>Materialistic involvement are forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional involvement are never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS AREEEE FOREVEERRRRRRR~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7972461655259849825?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7972461655259849825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7972461655259849825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7972461655259849825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7972461655259849825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/diamonds-are-forever.html' title='DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-949240043877358786</id><published>2008-12-12T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:34:57.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Heart Stood Still</title><content type='html'>Watched "The day the earth stood still" yesterday with judith and chuan. And i swear anything to do with alien is plain stupid, if there isn't Keanu Reeves and Jennifer Connelly it'll probably gone down to a 1/2 a star rating show. Although i would say the story line was an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With our already rotten civilization wasting no time in killing our earth. Its time earth should be cleansed, purified and reloaded! An alienated version of Noah's ark. Transportation of worthy beings away with huge floating BALLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean Keanu Reeves role in this movie is Noah?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright am off for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i shall not be bothered about you, else i may just drown and die. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-949240043877358786?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/949240043877358786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=949240043877358786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/949240043877358786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/949240043877358786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-my-heart-stood-still.html' title='The Day My Heart Stood Still'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8051423144519967064</id><published>2008-12-08T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:41.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smile, You Smile!</title><content type='html'>Being in camp on a weekend serving duty actually gives you the time alone to think about everything that is happening around you. It enables you to digess everything slowly one at a time without time passing you by quicky. Time in camp unlike when your out, stops occasionally. I realised having this "duty" once in awhile helps in giving you a clearer view of your friends, family, relationships maybe even your eating habbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there will be a point where you'll stand up ask yourself " what the fuck have i been doing ?"  or questions like " how the fuck did i end up in the situation? "  Questions that you won't be able to answer yourself. Questions that keeps you pondering while on bed. Questions that are just a phone call away. Questions that you might want to leave unanswered. Questions that keeps you awake for nights.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you'd rather have those sleepless nights. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i wrote lots. Many things that i wished i could have just post it up. But i cant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long come to terms with the fact that there are always poker face people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile&lt;br /&gt;i adore your smile &lt;br /&gt;i yearn for your smile&lt;br /&gt;Without your smile &lt;br /&gt;I drifted, away i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8051423144519967064?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8051423144519967064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8051423144519967064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8051423144519967064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8051423144519967064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-smile-you-smile.html' title='I Smile, You Smile!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6173886322039226679</id><published>2008-12-08T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:54:39.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HARI RAYA HAJI!   *not for me =(*</title><content type='html'>Happy Hari Raya Haji to all my malay friends. While everyone else is at home chilling out on this wet monday afternoon, am in camp doing duty. How eventful. I asked myself what am i doing when i stepped into camp all wet. There isnt a soul in camp right now. Accept for 2 of my friends doing duty together with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the start of my line of duty coming up. Aside from the couple of weekends duty am suppose to serve. My only weekday duty is on a wednesday. The eve of Chirstmas. I'll be couting down in camp! Don't worry buddies my heart and soul is with you during the countdown. Hah. In any case please do not call me up at the stroke of midnight. Its already saddening enough to be doing duty on that day. Not to say being reminded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing i hope those who sat on my car yesterday felt safe. Haha! Don't complain alright at least i sent you guys home safetly. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY NIGHT DINNER! ANYONE?  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6173886322039226679?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6173886322039226679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6173886322039226679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6173886322039226679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6173886322039226679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-hari-raya-haji-not-for-me.html' title='HAPPY HARI RAYA HAJI!   *not for me =(*'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2686417459595308246</id><published>2008-12-02T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:42:48.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had absolutely no desire to do anything today when i woke up. By my estimate, i stayed in bed for at least one and half hour before actually getting up and out of bed. I spent most of that time staring at my own ceiling and wondering how many other people had had taken the time to look at their own ceiling like i had. I noticed the surface of my ceiling is largely uneven. Likely due to botched up paint jobs done years ago. More paint in one square centimeter than the next. Or gravity had had a hand in it over the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2686417459595308246?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2686417459595308246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2686417459595308246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2686417459595308246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2686417459595308246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-absolutely-no-desire-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1142268856535608699</id><published>2008-11-08T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:56:14.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUTY ON A SAT.. GOSH</title><content type='html'>Having duty on a sat makes me realised how i have been wasting my weekends away. Especially when i have been sleeping till 2pm during the weekends sometimes even later. Yesterday was my HUB's Anniversary. Guess where was it held? DXO! Yes DXO. you must be thinking of the huge contrary behide it. The Army  vs Clubbing.  I have no idea who decided the venue so don't ask me. Who knows? maybe the CO clubs? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its held in a club, i woudn't say it was clubbing. It was more like a get together. Especially with the absence of the opposite sex. Excluding the MC there were less than a handful of girls. Apart from the fact that everyone queues up for the buffet, reminds us of the cookhouse. The food was decent. I love that colourful nonya kuay, you know the one with many layers!  ahh reminds me of childhood! i wan MORE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of it now. Am kinda thankful there weren't any girls around yesterday at DXO. Least they were pardoned from enduring and looking at those distasteful "ah bengs"dressed like clowns.  I really wonder where did they get inspiration and courage to even get into those striking duel coloured skinny jeans. People who don't respect themselves deserve to be laughed at. i wish the anniversary's dress code would be millitary uniform. Does anyone out there share my distress!? AHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would it be appropriate to express how much you miss someone on a blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a brief space of time. The absence of old friends can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable. Especially when your constantly thinking of her. Even the briefest moment with her brings you over the moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i shall stop here. Am not sure why but am starting to feel really sad. K GOOD NIGHT ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1142268856535608699?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1142268856535608699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1142268856535608699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1142268856535608699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1142268856535608699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/11/duty-on-sat-gosh.html' title='DUTY ON A SAT.. GOSH'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8171622424400600494</id><published>2008-10-30T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:58:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST IN EMOTION~</title><content type='html'>Hit the beat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys will promise you a &lt;br /&gt;Marriage made in heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna stick to my guns&lt;br /&gt;Like waitin for their love&lt;br /&gt;That I might be gettin&lt;br /&gt;My dreams have yet begun &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, am I a fool 'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;And it's the love for you, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I can't conceal oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Telling you things &lt;br /&gt;you really shouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I'm lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Am I fool at least my friends think so&lt;br /&gt;Que sera Que Sera&lt;br /&gt;Baby, whatever will be, &lt;br /&gt;que sera que sera&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how true are the rumors &lt;br /&gt;I am hearing&lt;br /&gt;About this crush you have on me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm blind &lt;br /&gt;'cause I just don't see it&lt;br /&gt;But I want to believe &lt;br /&gt;what they see&lt;br /&gt;I find myself telling you things&lt;br /&gt;I don't even tell my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I keep showin' emotions, not knowin'&lt;br /&gt;Just wear it all stems from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I wonder where I am&lt;br /&gt;In your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And even though I don't live there yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it will be cold and dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Telling you things &lt;br /&gt;you really shouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fool, &lt;br /&gt;at least my friends think so&lt;br /&gt;Que sera que sera&lt;br /&gt;Baby, whatever will be&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera que sera&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Oh-ho, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I a fool &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;And it's the love for you, oh I&lt;br /&gt;Can't conceal&lt;br /&gt;Hit the beat now (lost)&lt;br /&gt;With my feelin' (lost)&lt;br /&gt;I hit the ceilin' (lost)&lt;br /&gt;With these emotions (lost)&lt;br /&gt;I can't be dealin' (lost)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you (lost)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how (lost)&lt;br /&gt;In my heart babe,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the beat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;My baby&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;My Baby&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;My my my my my baby&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;MY SENTIMENTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8171622424400600494?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8171622424400600494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8171622424400600494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8171622424400600494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8171622424400600494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-in-emotion.html' title='LOST IN EMOTION~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-148000005022206250</id><published>2008-10-28T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:56:54.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Occasional Disbelief !</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how each of our lives are all intertwined and interrelated to each others? How every trivial actions or words could impact someone so badly that he/she would vividly remember, when you could just brush it off with a flick of your hands? Its ironic how one can be so ostentatious openly and be so welcome by all in their own epitome of "cool". Wtf is wrong with this people?  People being ostracize just because they have a different view of things. Its all too common.  Unfortunate to say politics do happen in the army. Yes to brotherhood, Yes to friendship, Yes to teamwork, Yes to sweat and blood but not before a whole lot of rhetorical bullshit and filtration of "friends" and what not.  Alright enough of all the ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Oscar is leaving this wednesday =( back to taiwan. sigh... Which means there will be many more lonely&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SQX9rQv5ABI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nXji8_DzzOY/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SQX9rQv5ABI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nXji8_DzzOY/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261890659324330002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weekends to come. His only coming back a week before his enlistment date. There goes another 3 months. I cant even begin to imagine how boring things would get in my already repetitious and mundane life. No more late night drinking. No more spontaneous late night suppers not to say the "pouring out" sessions we always have. On the other hand Chek is currently slogging his ass out working to complete his driving lessons, which means he ain't free as well. Ahhhh HELP MEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to put up an advertisement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTB - SOULMATE ~   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK OSCAR FOR YOUR TP TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least heres a little interesting dialogue i came across while surfing the net hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even in the darkness of the car, with only the intermittent streetlights to give it life, the diamond was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrank away. " I cant take that!"" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"like it! Its the most fantastic thing i've ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten Karats" he said easily. "But in a square cute it's not at all ostentatious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not" She laughed nervously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every secretary has one" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jacqueline Susann, Valley of the Dolls, 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-148000005022206250?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/148000005022206250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=148000005022206250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/148000005022206250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/148000005022206250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-wondered-how-each-of-our.html' title='The Occasional Disbelief !'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SQX9rQv5ABI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nXji8_DzzOY/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1998105304195421208</id><published>2008-09-28T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:16:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMMERRRR RAINNN~</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a drinking session with chek, qd and oscar. Been awhile since we drank together. Happy Daze shall be our next place for chilling second to Novena's Starbucks. The drinks there are really affordable if your looking to get drunk and wasted haha. I had a Whiskey Dry a Tequila shot and a Tequila Sunrise. Chek had the same as me accept for he had a Long Island instead of a Sunrise because he said he wanted more KICK lol. At the end he was literally knocked out when we reach his place LOL. Oscar had all of the above but a Margarita - Mango. Sad to say Qd had beer which he regretted and it was $15 LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total bill sum up to a good $104! Not too bad huh for 4! Anyone up for drinks tomorrow?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah MUMBO NIGHT ANYONE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Don't make someone a priority &lt;br /&gt;when they are only making &lt;br /&gt;you an option. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there. Only for you`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1998105304195421208?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1998105304195421208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1998105304195421208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1998105304195421208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1998105304195421208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/summmerrrr-rainnn.html' title='SUMMMERRRR RAINNN~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2788367335564063764</id><published>2008-09-24T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:09:31.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE AM JUST BAD, I KNOW...</title><content type='html'>Back from a tedious journey home. All the squeezing and tugging in the public transport. Oh my god man, i dread doing this for the rest of my 2 years. There is so much to say yet so little that is really worth mentioning. First and foremost i can't really communicate with the inhabitants in the camp. When you lack the fundamental of communication nothing really gets done in here. Everything is at its stall.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do need now is a "translator" and not "EXTRAS" as punishment. It would just contribute to the already undone workload. Am so afraid of falling out of the OUTSIDE world and being chuck together with these people. So much that i have to sneak out and be back in the morning before they know it. Exciting in a sense though, negates the boredom in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me not everyone are like "that". You know people that doesn't makes you feel out of place and uncomfortable. Although its just a couple, am already contented. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: WEIRD THE SONG ONLY PLAYS WHEN I SCROLL FURTHER DOWN.. WTH IS IT ME OR EVERYONE HAS TO DO THE SAME???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2788367335564063764?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2788367335564063764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2788367335564063764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2788367335564063764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2788367335564063764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-am-just-bad-i-know.html' title='MAYBE AM JUST BAD, I KNOW...'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8332212973744190210</id><published>2008-09-19T23:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:06:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sry for uploading it late =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SNQGCRaXU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/McBN8p1HB_A/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SNQFZmxHLXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E7a0UuxzR2w/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247825403254877554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8332212973744190210?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8332212973744190210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8332212973744190210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8332212973744190210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8332212973744190210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sry-for-uploading-it-late.html' title='Sry for uploading it late =('/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SNQGCRaXU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/McBN8p1HB_A/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4050114384175649311</id><published>2008-09-19T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:40:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Frame Of Eternity~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I look at Joan. In spite of the creepy feeling and in spite of my old, ingrained dislike, joan fascinated me. It was like observing a martian or a particularly warted toad. Her thoughts were not my thoughts, nor her feelings my feelings, but we were close enough so that her thoughts and feelings seemed a wry, black image of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wondered if i had made joan up. Other times i wonder if she would continue to pop in at every crisis of my life to remind me of what i had been, and what i had been through, and carry on her own separate but similar crisis under my nose.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble is driving me crazy. Cooped up with a dozen male species and things would just go wrong. Am in a corner of this bubble full of paradoxically unstable individuals that are giving me this queer look wherever i go. Am wondering when are they gonna pounce on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in here are so obsessed  with everyone else's rank. Everywhere you go there are stares. Stares that kills. After bouts of eye exchanges, pressure were on us. The lowest in the food chain. Every tom dick and harry that strolls pass seem to be stacking up weights and load on your shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually without consent. There wasn't a need for the lowest in this ranking system. A fucked up system. With no way to redeem yourself accept for time. All decision are consolidated in one place. The bowl. Where things are flushed away and separated according to the different waste disposal.  There wasn't democracy in this bubble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i certainly understand why the monks are on the go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4050114384175649311?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4050114384175649311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4050114384175649311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4050114384175649311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4050114384175649311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-frame-of-eternity.html' title='Time Frame Of Eternity~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-814499040288498751</id><published>2008-09-12T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:19:02.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A" Walk Home</title><content type='html'>While i was walking home from the bus-stop this evening. I realized how coordinated and closely connected our limbs are. I know this may sound a little retard but i was really bored lol. Whenever your left foot steps out the right arm would swing alongside the left foot. Same goes to the right foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from the bus stop back home and back to the bus stop twice. And am quite certain that if you try to swing your arms faster, your walking speed would naturally increase due to our body's systematic sequence.  I tried the opposite way by swinging the same sides together and it was hard, the balancing part especially. HAH maybe practice is needed or maybe its impossible to do it naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what boredom can do to you HAHA ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-814499040288498751?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/814499040288498751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=814499040288498751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/814499040288498751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/814499040288498751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-home.html' title='&quot;A&quot; Walk Home'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4859934733048678785</id><published>2008-09-09T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:42:19.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIA MING =D</title><content type='html'>I cant help it but blog the funniest thing that happened today. Right so after taking a roundabout trip around orchard tower to convinced Situ that there are REAL hookers in the heart of orchard, we headed to the bus-stop at DFX. As you all know there is 2 bus-stop there one right in front of DFX and one further ahead.  So we saw the bus 132 coming from afar and we started running to the next bus-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jia Ming just stood there and shouted at us from the bus-stop&lt;br /&gt; " WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING WHEN WE ARE ALREADY AT THE BUS-STOP??"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!! Soon after he realized that there was another bus-stop in front and that the bus 132 doesn't stop where he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia Ming makes everyone's day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4859934733048678785?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4859934733048678785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4859934733048678785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4859934733048678785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4859934733048678785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/jia-ming-d.html' title='JIA MING =D'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8594802348869570996</id><published>2008-09-08T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:46:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days in PARIS!</title><content type='html'>"It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8594802348869570996?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8594802348869570996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8594802348869570996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8594802348869570996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8594802348869570996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-days-in-paris.html' title='2 Days in PARIS!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3487934381568216976</id><published>2008-09-05T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:07:39.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About TPM &amp; PST ~THE IDEA BOOK~</title><content type='html'>William Shakespeare wrote: Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foogyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare describes those people who have many more thoughts in a given time period than others. You can almost see how their brains work faster and how new ideas pour forth in a never-ending stream faster than you can snap them up. I call this phenomenon TPM or thought per minute. People with high TPM get a lot of bad, half-baked ideas that are difficult to understand. The last thing you should do is carry out all their ideas as many of them are not well thought out (to put it mildly). However, at the same time, some of their ideas are brilliant. Perhaps we are not more or less creative than the next person - it may just be that certain people come up with many more ideas. And the more ideas we get, the greater the chance of a really, really good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the world is also full of people who have stopped thinking. I do not mean that their brains have shut down completely - but that they are similar to people who do not take any exercise. We can survive without doing any exercise, but we can do a lot more if we are in good shape. People who've stopped thinking (PST) do what they have always done in life and are skeptical of everyone who seems likely to disturb their comfortable and pleasant existence. Just as a driver who nods off at the wheel can get by as long as everything remains the same. The problem is, of course, that sooner or later the road bends and then the driver is in for an abrupt, often violent, awakening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3487934381568216976?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3487934381568216976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3487934381568216976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3487934381568216976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3487934381568216976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-tpm-pst-idea-book.html' title='About TPM &amp; PST ~THE IDEA BOOK~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-185099959962881191</id><published>2008-09-03T01:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:56:15.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER THE UNIVERSE~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SL2ur21AA4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ze_N9_zNTg8/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SL2ur21AA4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ze_N9_zNTg8/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537609804546946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aright the time has come! Finally i get to blog down today's ACTIVITIES! Which eventually made me totally broke but its fine, cause am OVER THE MOON! Heres the first polaroid picture am ever in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had lunch with yq, qd and oscar at ding tai feng. I must say the Xiao Long Bao was as delicious as ever! So we were siting in the middle of two tables, on the left was a bunch of girls and on the right 2 ladies and a Caucasian gentleman. Nothing special on the left accept for the usual bickering and gossiping of girls. To the right everything seemed unusual. Their table had unusually more dishes than our table and the girl's table on the left combined together. Considering the menu doesn't really have a diverse selection of dishes. The table could easily comprise maybe half of the menu's dishes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really amazed me wasn't really the amount of dishes, but how well this caucasian was holding his chopsticks! There wasn't any fault in his technique of using the chopsticks. Its a shame how many singaporeans do not know the correct technique of holding a chopsticks. No doubt, the use of the chopsticks is just simply to get the food from one end to another.  At least thats how all my friends would shrug it off. Probably due to the different upbringing. The emphasis was different. Dinner time when am young was the hardest time to pass. I had to use the chopsticks wheres everyone else was using the spoon and fork because i have not perfect it. You know, as a kid, everyone wants the easy way out. Fishballs and everything that look like a ball was like a JNX to me. Every single time i'll just conveniently poke my chopsticks through it and quickly put it into my mouth, hoping that my dad doesn't notice which of course he always does. I'll end up getting smack for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD YOU IMAGINE!?!? GETTING SMACK FOR &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EATING BALLS&lt;/span&gt; THE WRONG WAY!?! LOL OMFG.. (lookingbackitsreallyhilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally sort of "pass" the test my dad gave me a little present. YES MY DAD GAVE ME A PRESENT. UNBELIEVABLE HUH???&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he gave me ?  A thin metallic chopsticks. He told me chopstick isn't really just a tool. It is a form of identity that we are chinese. And yes of course back then i was dumbfounded. I was like hmm "我明白了“    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me quite awhile to understood why i had to go through that whole ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Oscar and i visited Ann siang road at Chinatown. Along this street there are many independent fashion boutique and designer's labels that might interest some of you guys. Too bad the prices are a little too steep for me =( &lt;br /&gt;Just when all seems lost! We chance upon this elegant looking shophouse which had its front painted all white leaving just the outline of the windows and the entrance really outstanding. In the shop, the first thing that you would notice is a thin door with a sign hanging on the inside. "Cat's View". Yup, it sort of look like a small balcony with this 3-story cake like thingy for the cat to jump up and down. And guess what? when we came in the cat seem to felt our presence! LOL it peered through the glass with those bewildered look on it's face. HAH so darn cute! omgosh~    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant denied i even had the thought of taking it home if the shopkeeper wasn't looking HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so yeah the whole shop just felt really cosy. So much like my room! Just shelves and shelves of books from all over the world! Then i realized after taking a closer look at the books, all or most of the books were really unique by itself! Its either the only copy in singapore OR its really vintage. Like old and classy. DId i mention there are hand-stitched chapbooks and notebooks!? Not to mention the lovely literary trinkets in the form of stationary *Drools*  . Above all the shelves there are different models of vintage cameras from the 19th century studio camera to Polaroid cameras and of course everything in between which am not sure whether there is any particular 'type' of name for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that is cool. Lying on the floor are different models of typewriters! Most of us probably have not used or even seen a typewriter before because we are brought into the world of computers even before we know it.  Still it was really fascinating for me because after reading a couple of books namely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prozac Nation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bell Jar&lt;/span&gt; the image of the authors struggling to battle depression and paranoia while trying their best to complete their work before the idea of suicide overwhelms them is vividly etched in my mind. And this are the typewriters that brought their brilliant and talented work to us. The feeling of stamping your fingers into one of them is just AWESOME man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the typewriters aren't for sale. Therefore i tried my luck on the polaroid camera and surprisingly they are selling one of theirs which was in mint condition for $230 and it was the only one left! WOOTS! Finally! a polaroid camera! Anyone who wants to take a photo its $2.50 per shot~ unfortunately the films are kinda out of production therefore its so expensive.  I brought this book called -THE IDEA BOOK-   ~  yep literally! Inside there is 150 pages of  ideas and 150 empty pages for your own ideas. ----&gt; An idea book! The cover's texture is like those of "tim burton's" hardcover book and its black with those slivery word imprinted on it. Totally pretty~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the link of the pdf of the book http://interesting.org/files/idebok2.pdf   this is the original copy of it, in swedish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's expenditure $230 + the book $45 a hefty sum of $275~ but its all WORTH IT! i think? *faint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-185099959962881191?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/185099959962881191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=185099959962881191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/185099959962881191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/185099959962881191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/aright-time-has-come-finally-i-get-to.html' title='OVER THE UNIVERSE~~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SL2ur21AA4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ze_N9_zNTg8/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3832597114300193374</id><published>2008-09-01T05:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:19:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly me to the moon~</title><content type='html'>Here am siting watching time flash right before me like a bullet train. 10 days to my traffic police test and 15 days upon entering army. And i think i have matters not settled but i can't seem to be able to figure out what is it. There's this bucket of trouble still pouring on me. Time is running out. Army is taking precious years of my already short life. It might as well take the whole bit of it ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am using all my time to be in someone else's shoe. All my time making sure everyone around me feels comfortable and warm. Every single bit of my energy keeping the flame alive. When i can't be sure when mine would be extinguished. I kept telling myself that everyone would be around me when i needed them. But i cant be sure myself.  I couldn't convinced myself that, umm You You and you and maybe YOU will be here when am in a dire state. Every time i tried to, the past just comes right back at me. And it hurts so badly like everything had just happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in such a bad shape, all my best friend back then could tell me was, "jeff i give up on you" and thats the best he could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back what i said the other day. About not giving all to what you love and who you love. About leaving a gap to be able to emotionally detached yourself if things were to turn out wrong. Its all rubbish. Am living in my own "fulfilling bubble".  Even if things didn't went well, at least you could close the chapter with ease as you have given everything. And your right, thats living a fulfilling life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unfortunate happened to change your life for the better. Was it fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3832597114300193374?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3832597114300193374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3832597114300193374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3832597114300193374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3832597114300193374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/09/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='fly me to the moon~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5427803618195201682</id><published>2008-08-30T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:40:11.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again am feeling helpless. It just keeps coming doesn't it?  I want to shut my good friend off by telling him that by being what you are now, won't make her come back. At the same time i have to have some sort of positivity in my tone. Not to bring him hope in the already dead relationship. But hope to living and a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I know it isn't as easy as said to just forget. If you asked me how i did it, i really do not have an exact answer for you because i failed terribly in this area too. I teared for 2 days to sleep and was depress for maybe 3 months? I hope you don't have to go through what i had but if thats the solution then so be it. Ultimately it'll be over as time goes by. Just please don't do anything silly because even if you do, she wont care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There will be many more cycle of elation at the first kiss, and when its over. There will be many more heartbreakers. Many more good times. Till the one comes. Its a life of trial and error. A pattern of relationship as a perfectly decent way for people to make their way through the mating game. It's a game that you have to handle and deal with. On the bright side, the years of experience would have, well given you a better perspective of life and relationship, or rather elasticity.  The ability to deform under stress, but then returning to it's original shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Take it as it's one of the many hurdle you'll meet when you reach for the finishing point.  At the very least am always here for you!! HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;J for jean &lt;br /&gt;O for oscar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5427803618195201682?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5427803618195201682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5427803618195201682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5427803618195201682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5427803618195201682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-again-am-feeling-helpless.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-9119533651121804575</id><published>2008-08-30T04:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:32:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from East Coast park and am feeling a little giddy and pukish. I think i had a little too much. I hope Oscar is feeling better after pouring everything out today. Tomorrow is a new day! A brand new start! &lt;br /&gt;  Love will always remain as a mystery to all of us. Its amazing how it could affect our mood and emotion erratically. Reflecting how important family and friends will always be. Knowing that no matter how harsh you had treated them how arrogant and ignorant we have all been when we are in a relationship. They will still be there to clean up the mess for you. To be by your side when your at your worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-9119533651121804575?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9119533651121804575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=9119533651121804575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9119533651121804575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9119533651121804575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-got-back-from-east-coast-park-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7681115736312520396</id><published>2008-08-20T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:00:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my driving lessons today. The instructor said my driving was too aggressive but he likes it. I wonder is it a + or a - .  If only i had been aggressive in everything i did.  How would it be like?  Possibly dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Addicted over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7681115736312520396?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7681115736312520396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7681115736312520396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7681115736312520396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7681115736312520396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-my-driving-lessons-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4771309676915958550</id><published>2008-08-13T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:05:54.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-The Hours-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the pulitzer-prize winning novel by Michael Cunningham. THE HOURS employs Virginia Woolf's classic novel and central character. MRS DALLOWAY, as its foundation inspiration. Spanning three different eras, during one day, the film forcuses on the parallel lives of three women joined in their depression, alienation, and search for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting movie, reflects on lots of things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4771309676915958550?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4771309676915958550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4771309676915958550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4771309676915958550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4771309676915958550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/hours-based-on-pulitzer-prize-winning.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5176062887166026623</id><published>2008-08-05T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:41:26.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had absolutely no desire to do anything today when i woke up. By my estimate, i stayed in bed for at least one and half hour before actually getting up and out of bed. I spent most of that time staring at my own ceiling and wondering how many other people  had had taken the time to look at their own ceiling like i had. I noticed the surface of my ceiling is largely uneven. Likely due to botched up paint jobs done years ago. More paint in one square centimeter than the next. Or gravity had had a hand in it over the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5176062887166026623?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5176062887166026623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5176062887166026623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5176062887166026623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5176062887166026623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-absolutely-no-desire-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-197337609221251946</id><published>2008-08-03T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:37:02.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this one lazy Sunday afternoon,i set my mind thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite and after much reluctance to elaborate on the one thought my mind keeps bringing my attention to, i gave in, and indulged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire, even envy people's enthusiasm for life. That tomorrow will bring another episode of life's finest, only in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they wake up and go about their day with purpose, and at the end of it all they come on to a site much like this and begin to jot down the day's activities. I wonder why, really. To remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they even bother to immortalize life's best moments, and these are by their own definitions. All this i envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already tiring me out just to pass enough time before i can sleep again, much less remember what i did a couple of hours before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it boils down to the lack of motivation. Lack of reward. Lack of return. I just am not happy that i get to live another day, i want that day to be meaningful, to be worth living. However i realized that by waiting for the day to come, i will only detest all the days before more, and that meaning comes from what i attach to the day. But feeling like i have all day long is not helping me to put a positive connotation to the day, and is helping only to restrain me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a vicious cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-197337609221251946?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/197337609221251946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=197337609221251946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/197337609221251946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/197337609221251946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-this-one-lazy-sunday-afternooni-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8257966394503769481</id><published>2008-07-31T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:08:23.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Appointment Of Local Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sole-proprietorships, the owners of a partnership must appoint a local manager if none of the partners is "ordinarily resident".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person is not "ordinarily resident" if he/she: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does not have a local address and&lt;br /&gt;cannot legally remain in Singapore for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local manager must be above &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21 years old&lt;/span&gt; and be one of the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Singapore Citizen&lt;br /&gt;a Singapore Permanent Resident&lt;br /&gt;an Employment Pass holder&lt;br /&gt;an Approval-in-Principal Employment Pass holder&lt;br /&gt;a Dependant Pass holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8257966394503769481?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8257966394503769481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8257966394503769481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8257966394503769481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8257966394503769481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/appointment-of-local-manager-like-sole.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2705858956781866932</id><published>2008-07-30T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:33:01.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone should really bookmark this website. Cause whenever your feeling down just click on it and have a good laugh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://movies.sg.msn.com/features/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1592052&amp;imageindex=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is like 1-7, there is bound to have one that u'll finally stop trying to hold it back and laugh out loud.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2705858956781866932?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2705858956781866932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2705858956781866932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2705858956781866932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2705858956781866932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/everyone-should-really-bookmark-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-629009463146703530</id><published>2008-07-28T06:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:25:32.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really amazing how much distraction could lead to procrastination. No matter how hard you try to focus it just doesn't come easily. The more you try the more everything starts to fall apart. Its like running in circle without knowing you are. When finally coming to a stop and snapping out of it, its already too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'd the intention of finishing Prozac Nation. From Pg. 205 to 311 i thought am absorbed and understood her. And it just  hit me that i actually don't have the slightest idea what was really going on. So i started from 205 again and finally stopping at 253 because it just wasn't going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my eyes to tire out. Why is it just so hard to have a good sleep??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-629009463146703530?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/629009463146703530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=629009463146703530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/629009463146703530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/629009463146703530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-really-amazing-how-much-distraction.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6583169008142204647</id><published>2008-07-26T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:21:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time you get some fresh air. I been hearing you telling me you've got a "plan" since... and heres the article i just read which is making me worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video game addiction, also called video game overuse, is a proposed form of psychological addiction[1] composed of a compulsive use of computer and video games. Sometimes the addiction will manifest itself as part of excessive Internet use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers at the University of Rochester and Immersyve Inc. investigated what motivates gamers to continue playing video games. According to lead investigator Richard Ryan, they believe that players play for more reasons than just mere fun. Ryan, a motivational psychologist at Rochester, says that many video games can satisfy some basic psychological needs and often players continue to play because of rewards, freedom, and often a connection with other players.[21]&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Brody, head of the media committee at the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry[22], puts forth that the addiction to computer games can be caused by psychological problems such as antisocial personality disorder, depression, and phobias such as social phobia. He believes that many addicts want a way to escape reality and then find that they can create a whole new persona on an online game and live their life through their new online personality. Through this they can start to like fantasy life more than reality due to newfound friends and power, and thus, refuse to be drawn away from it. Dr. Brody, like others, sees the problem in computer game addiction and believes it needs to be treated on the same level as a drug addiction. However, there is much controversy over video game addiction being diagnosed as a "disease" since, in some cases, it is much easier to treat than a drug addiction. According to him, computer and video game addiction is a disease. Dr. Karen Pierce, a psychiatrist at a children's hospital in Seattle, treats at least two children a week who play computer and video games excessively, and "treats it like any addiction." [23]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole article is at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_game_addiction&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP!!! =(  I MISS YOU ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6583169008142204647?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6583169008142204647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6583169008142204647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6583169008142204647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6583169008142204647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-you-get-some-fresh-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8692448079313458539</id><published>2008-07-23T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:53:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing i hate more than nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing keeps me up at night&lt;br /&gt;I toss and turn over nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could cause a great big fight&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is abstinence,&lt;br /&gt;You dread meeting Nothing&lt;br /&gt;But in denial...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Nothing really actually Something?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;High on Toblerone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8692448079313458539?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8692448079313458539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8692448079313458539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8692448079313458539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8692448079313458539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-nothing-i-hate-more-than-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5270973922610119398</id><published>2008-07-22T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:45:38.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I yearn for something happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now that something really did happened,&lt;br /&gt;My life is a blank now.&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental of friendship. Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Yet trust ironically is so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Years of perseverance and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Crumbled in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;So what is your perception of trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not for your incidental involvement in it, i probably would have been able to sleep tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5270973922610119398?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5270973922610119398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5270973922610119398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5270973922610119398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5270973922610119398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-yearn-for-something-happening-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7094268552589515490</id><published>2008-07-17T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:14:28.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy bday YQ! Thanks for the dinner treat! Followed by  the movie RED CLIF! While my friends thinks the movie was bad, i would say its a 3.5/5 movie --&gt; worth watching.  Though it may sound contradicting because i fell asleep somewhere in the middle of the movie.  I'd a nasty knock on my head while having a shower.  My soup dropped , while picking it up i hit my head on the tap. HURTS LIKE HELL. omfg. Imagine scraping the a bottle's head on the ground. Accept for the ground was my head.  Worst of all i wasn't able to sleep due to the excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i was able to sleep at around 11am, ONLY to be awaken at 2pm by JP whose on his way to my place. All the way to the movies where i slowly wondered off to dreamland lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while still trying to tire my eyes out so i would just shut down when i hit my bed.  I came across this really interesting quote in someones blog. &lt;br /&gt;"If being sane is thinking there is something wrong with being different...I'd rather be completely mental!"   &lt;br /&gt;And beside this quote is Donald duck! LOL   So what does that signify? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little peculiar~&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-four" years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized quickly when I knew I should&lt;br /&gt;That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;For whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;And so I wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take a deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;And I try, oh my god do I try&lt;br /&gt;I try all the time, in this institution&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, oh my god do I pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray every single day&lt;br /&gt;For a revolution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Are u feeling a little peculiar? &lt;br /&gt;Just a little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7094268552589515490?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7094268552589515490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7094268552589515490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7094268552589515490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7094268552589515490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-bday-yq-thanks-for-dinner-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5591243753055606951</id><published>2008-07-12T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:52:15.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"NICEEEE SONNNNNNNNNNG!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but can I be you for a while&lt;br /&gt;My dog won't bite if you sit real still&lt;br /&gt;I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;Been saved again by the garbage truck&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say you know&lt;br /&gt;But nothing comes&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;You never shut-up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you found a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks really deep thougts&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing about really deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon&lt;br /&gt;How's that thought for you&lt;br /&gt;My scream got lost in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;You think there's a heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where some screams have gone&lt;br /&gt;I got 25 bucks and a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's enough&lt;br /&gt;To get us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by &lt;br /&gt;Will I still be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For somebody else to understand&lt;br /&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;If I'm stripped of my beauty&lt;br /&gt;And the orange clouds&lt;br /&gt;Raining in head&lt;br /&gt;Years go by &lt;br /&gt;Will I choke on my tears&lt;br /&gt;Till finally there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;One more casualty&lt;br /&gt;You know we're too easy Easy Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love the way we communicate&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear what you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't look up&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;Your mother shows up in a nasty dress&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn now to stand where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lookin' at you here&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid &lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his &lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;br /&gt;I've been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5591243753055606951?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5591243753055606951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5591243753055606951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5591243753055606951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5591243753055606951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/niceeee-sonnnnnnnnnng-silent-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1351394537410359383</id><published>2008-07-07T00:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:24:04.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT @ ZOUK!</title><content type='html'>Friday's NIGHT OUT with Judith Giraffe peeps and friends was not as goooooooooooooooooooood as the previous outing! Nonetheless we had a  GREAT time together probably its been a really long time since we seen each other. &lt;br /&gt;Navin was still as dope as b4  he still drinks like a madman. He currently is afraid that he has aids from all the rendezvous he had in batam lol. No worries buddy u still have MORE than enuff time to spend with jeff haha. Of course i hope he'll clear the test. *STAMP* AIDS FREE*&lt;br /&gt;Douglas's as usual Is still sooooooooooo skinny! omgosh, his still handsome and cute tho TOO BAD his unavailable =P  Tho i still like it when he styles his hair instead of not doing anything to it.  Maybe its the new trend now lol the EMO HAIRSTYLE. YEAH!  &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ERIKA is still SEXY and HOT ! Guess what she asked me when she first saw me that night? "Jeff i brought chocolate wan some?  LOL Ironically She slimmed down already since the last time i'd seen her. GOOD DETERMINATION THERE SISTA, KEEP UP DA GOOOOOD WORK =D     -THE CHOCOLATE DIET SCHEME-     wanna know more info about this method just pm her LOL&lt;br /&gt;As for my BEST GAY partner the MAN with lots of identity! INTRODUCING Chek Chuan AKA Ryleigh AKA patrick.  Am happy he didn't had any intimate movement that night lol!Thank god ~      Oh YEAH chek has this new CUTE small bag i dunno what he called it but it looks really uber gay. Surprisingly it was really not too bad on him.   Ummm i'll try to take a snap and post it here if he happens to use it when we meet out. &lt;br /&gt;Judith wore a pretty nice dress that day! She even brought an extra slippers in case she gets blister haha! Luckily there is space in the storage or else u'll have to dance with ur slippers!   Funny thing is its not the blisters that get u, its cheks feet LOL poor erika and judith's toes were getting stepped on by chek whole night long LOL. Hmm i wonder why i wasnt step. horhor chek was it intentional!?  gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now to WHINE! THE MUSIC IS HORRIBLE AT ZOUK at least to me=( sigh.. electrical music -Trance-   &lt;br /&gt;The event that day is giveup   i've no idea whats going on. Match Making session~ oh boy boring as hell. &lt;br /&gt;Toilet are always CONGESTED even the guys ones not to say the ladies gg..&lt;br /&gt;The PRATA at the COFFEE SHOP taste like PLASTIC ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only exception is the drinks are alright lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K PEACE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for sound PHOTOs we took that day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEENaEhaNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5HEqPr4dZfs/s1600-h/IMG_9311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEENaEhaNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5HEqPr4dZfs/s320/IMG_9311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958071482214610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEEOLb5JDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WhQZTJsgmIw/s1600-h/IMG_9312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEEOLb5JDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WhQZTJsgmIw/s320/IMG_9312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958084733576242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEEOqt2UiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EcKgPEdAmhw/s1600-h/IMG_9313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEEOqt2UiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EcKgPEdAmhw/s320/IMG_9313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958093130388002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some pix of the event going on MATCH MAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEC6JY4C_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oi47Hr3IukA/s1600-h/IMG_9302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEC6JY4C_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oi47Hr3IukA/s320/IMG_9302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219956641075039218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIC TRYING TO KISS ME !! ---EVIDENCE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEC62EykWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0zEm8UpC9vU/s1600-h/IMG_9303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEC62EykWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0zEm8UpC9vU/s320/IMG_9303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219956653070389602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEC7e_HJRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GH2xK6zfhAA/s1600-h/IMG_9304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEHkjHBkaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GuUI_eXoWno/s320/IMG_9314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961767580504482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEHk2MJuTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vUsAex0Pjww/s1600-h/IMG_9316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEHk2MJuTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vUsAex0Pjww/s320/IMG_9316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961772702284082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEHlBdmSEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PeYU4P6ihYA/s1600-h/IMG_9320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEHlBdmSEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PeYU4P6ihYA/s320/IMG_9320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961775728248898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6B9tf5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/08fcVOeClZk/s1600-h/IMG_9327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6B9tf5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/08fcVOeClZk/s320/IMG_9327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963236151820178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6nPNpNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/168j9k8QQYo/s1600-h/IMG_9328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6nPNpNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/168j9k8QQYo/s320/IMG_9328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963246157341906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6wpB0EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Bl1o3KveEGw/s1600-h/IMG_9324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEI6wpB0EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Bl1o3KveEGw/s320/IMG_9324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219963248681537602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAKE BDAY BOY LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELTpTIr6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/T6snMhbVRLU/s1600-h/IMG_9334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELTpTIr6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/T6snMhbVRLU/s320/IMG_9334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219965875230650274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELUBMConI/AAAAAAAAAF8/M7XMdDRCRZw/s1600-h/IMG_9332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELUBMConI/AAAAAAAAAF8/M7XMdDRCRZw/s320/IMG_9332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219965881643344498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELUoruX-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/hN38DOrqhGc/s1600-h/IMG_9331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHELUoruX-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/hN38DOrqhGc/s320/IMG_9331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219965892245217250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEMLQwfn9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/al8jYRhagj4/s1600-h/IMG_9336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEMLQwfn9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/al8jYRhagj4/s320/IMG_9336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219966830715576274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEMLslADqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nO_5cEy0BXQ/s1600-h/IMG_9317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEMLslADqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nO_5cEy0BXQ/s320/IMG_9317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219966838183562914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Slide =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1351394537410359383?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1351394537410359383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1351394537410359383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1351394537410359383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1351394537410359383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-zouk.html' title='NIGHT @ ZOUK!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SHEENaEhaNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5HEqPr4dZfs/s72-c/IMG_9311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5418750743425712956</id><published>2008-07-04T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T04:40:03.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A is a nice guy that is well mannered blahblah, but he repeats the same mistake over and over again. Letting 24 other people down and wasting their fucking time. All he does is giving excuses and saying sorry. &lt;br /&gt;but his a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is both a nice guy and well mannered too, he repeats everything like A above. Only difference is he admits that he is a awful player and he is willing to sit out for better players.  He too has a thousand sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is A or B the nicer guy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am agitated to the max at 430am by A that am afraid to sleep in case i have nightmare. Not to say the other 24 guys in my team. Why does such awful people exist ? Who obviously has every reason to quit wow. Goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Boiling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asjgjpapfjhpaksdjf;ka;kgmpasjfhjapdfjhkamnfkghmnskdajfpksdjah;bjma;fkhmkdfjgk;j;sdg&lt;br /&gt;ashj;kdafhjpdjpsjdpgfjpsdjpgjpajhnpdjpgnjapdsfjgsjapdgjpsjrphmns;kmndvmbn;sdgpfnpgmpWIPRHJNPENHBNSPDFLKSDMAG&lt;br /&gt;HJAPIDJFPJSAPHMPRJPGJAPDFMdF&lt;br /&gt; PGJPSDNMFPNSAPGPSAGHAFjgpsdjPGF{Hesgselfsk[gs[hjeo[rjo[aj[raj[ga[ ae[fdka 'sf&lt;br /&gt;asd aogj[aojw[r  aosdjO{GJAo[rfja osfdj&lt;br /&gt;asgoaogjaowjrowjeo      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT WORKING ~ sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5418750743425712956?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5418750743425712956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5418750743425712956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5418750743425712956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5418750743425712956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-nice-guy-that-is-well-mannered.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8125987203144310742</id><published>2008-07-01T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:20:11.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUHAHAH</title><content type='html'>First of all am super duper hungry!!! Luckily today navin postpone the supper to another day or else i'll be late yet again. Anyway today was a goood day! Downed illidan! and got a promotion at the same time! hoho! I can finally BID like a MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd Mos burger for dinner today. The new Prawn burger with wasabi like dressing. Delicious! You guys should give it a try.Its a bit expensive tho for a burger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Days ago i had dinner with jm jp qd judith and tammi @ giraffe. Nothing much has changed over there accept for the new staffs who are totally so blur and unaware of their surrounding. Everything feels so serious over there without nura and CT. Miss them ~~ They are currently working in this really posh restaurant um here is the link! http://www.soshiok.com/articles/10104  ONE DAY WE SHD ALL GO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While am at it, --&gt; food/drink. I found a real cosy place to chill out, the bar is called ICE COLD BEER! It's just right beside centerpoint and they have best FRIED CHICKEN WINGS in town! &lt;br /&gt;So UMMMMMMMMM i'll set a DATE! say this coming Sat! OK?   All u folks please make youself FREE or else ! I WILL GIVE U HARD AND SLOPPY =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8125987203144310742?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8125987203144310742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8125987203144310742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8125987203144310742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8125987203144310742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/07/muhahah.html' title='MUHAHAH'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3234852858676626329</id><published>2008-06-27T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:48:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDITH IS bACK!</title><content type='html'>Yea she's back! my supper buddy! haha well , what can i say ?  The HOMEALONE days are gone! With the rest of my bestie in school and stuff am always left with not much choice accept for going out alone. Which i'd rather stay home and be called EMO! For whatever reason.. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am meeting judith soon and the rest later due to ACTIVITIES in school. ahhhhhhhhhhhh i miss  so many of u! i haven seen Jp for a month, haven seen hy for like 2months close to 3 not counting the day i collect my racket because i didnt get a closer look at ur pimples =D so thats not counted and of course JUN CONG which i haven met for AGES like literally AGES. Heard his been caught up with WORK at CHEERS sigh.  Shall we meet out soon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has really changed since.. life is stale.. at least for mine. I wan to go on a holiday to the SUBURBS! I wan to go to AUSTRAILIA ! DUBAI ! EUROPE ! anyone?  HAHA &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alright its 511pm am gonna be late again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U PPL WHO LOVE  ME =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3234852858676626329?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3234852858676626329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3234852858676626329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3234852858676626329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3234852858676626329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/06/judith-is-bcak.html' title='JUDITH IS bACK!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8499487284963426571</id><published>2008-06-17T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:04:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night activity!</title><content type='html'>To all those bored in the middle of the night, i have found this webbie that showed some really interesting activity that are still ONGOING @ 3am!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.visitsingapore.com/insidescoop/apr06/localspeak/247_singapore.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting  ----&gt; &lt;br /&gt;City Prawning &amp; Fishing &lt;br /&gt;What it is: The one place in town where all men, regardless of how suave or good-looking they are, can use a line without their prey kicking up a fuss, and actually go home with a catch. City Prawning &amp; Fishing is one of the biggest leisure fishing places in town and has two ponds, one filled with 100 fishes (sea bass, golden pomfrets, red snappers and the like), and the other filled with 20kg of prawns for the fishing enthusiast. You can even cook your catch right away at the barbeque pits available. Prawning costs $12 an hour while fishing costs $35 for eight hours. The rental of fishing equipment will set you back by $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: 6 Marina Green &lt;br /&gt;Opening hours: 24 hours &lt;br /&gt;Tel: (65) 6322 4288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least its better than staring into 4 walls =P     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8499487284963426571?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8499487284963426571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8499487284963426571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8499487284963426571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8499487284963426571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-night-activity.html' title='late night activity!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4985803119157310218</id><published>2008-06-09T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:17:38.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought provoking... indeed...</title><content type='html'>"We are not enemies but friends, We must not be enemies&lt;br /&gt;Though passion may have strained, We must not break &lt;br /&gt;our Bond of affection,&lt;br /&gt;The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched&lt;br /&gt;as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch the movie American History X one of the best performance by Edward Norton. &lt;br /&gt;For those who dunno him, his the upcoming actor playing HULK.  =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not whine and say "its too late i regret"  coz u know its bullshit. Its nvr too late to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4985803119157310218?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4985803119157310218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4985803119157310218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4985803119157310218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4985803119157310218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-provoking-indeed.html' title='Thought provoking... indeed...'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2889595402695589001</id><published>2008-04-23T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:12:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quid Pro Quo baby</title><content type='html'>I've been bothered by an incident that really saddens me so much that the harder i try to forget about it, it just gets worst...&lt;br /&gt;Started as just a dota acquaintance not connected in anyway. Just another dota player. To friends whom spoke more than just dota and games. To more than just an ordinary friend. A friend that i would go an extra million miles for. Someone that i can pour out all my unhappiness on, who i know wouldn't leave me. A true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing sometimes a little too much is somewhat poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about my loyalty to a friend. And i would say i will give everything in a friendship that is worth my time and afford. Even if it would put me in hot soup, you bet, i would do it. That is how much i would go for a really good friend. Would you do the same for me? &lt;br /&gt;To even suspect any of my bestie, i would consider that a crime. Unless of course your not. Even so, do you really believe that am a person that would say or do anything to hurt anyone? If that's the case please don't categorize me in your "don't be like XXX" bracket. Because am way above than that. I apologise to myself for trying so hard in a friendship of which i finally found a reason to let go. And tell myself that i have tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to a really beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=YBxUD_RPI-A&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;iwantaholidaytoafarawayland~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2889595402695589001?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2889595402695589001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2889595402695589001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2889595402695589001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2889595402695589001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/04/quid-pro-quo-baby.html' title='Quid Pro Quo baby'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6320444798792885575</id><published>2008-04-11T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:56:21.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Accompanied Mike to IDP centre to check out Oversees option for his studies. Am really glad mike has finally gotten his priorities right! that gaming is not the way around. We talked a lot recently and we both came to the understanding that some issues would be hard to wash your hands totally off it, but its necessary. At least for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No babes , No blows , No brews " for now yea?  HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Less QQ pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6320444798792885575?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6320444798792885575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6320444798792885575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6320444798792885575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6320444798792885575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/04/accompanied-mike-to-idp-centre-to-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2112891196232714044</id><published>2008-04-10T05:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:57:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was hell of a fun, the whole giraffe planed to surprise Nura because its her Bday today!  So all of us met at giraffe at around 11pm. Each of us helped out to carry the food which they prepared from giraffe to the chalet.  We had this huge lorry as our transportation and the ride was hella FUN! its like being on a roller coster! &lt;br /&gt;The cool wind blowing on ur face, a definite new hairstyle after the ride, cheering at passerbys LOL and with NAVIN in da house u can expect FUN for sure.   Pure adrenaline rush, keeps you feeling alive and kicking lol. Just what i need after a long time of feeling dead. Good times always comes to an end sigh.. i wan another round of the ride!!!  WTB LORRY RIDE PST =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive at Amada Chalet *correct me if its wrong* , we went straight up the apartment and prepared everything asap as nura is coming up. We had a wet surprise for her heheheee WATER BOMB!!! hoho... mmmk u guys get the picture =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after cuddling with all the hunks for warmth, it was dinner/supper time!   Followed by LOTS and LOTS of beer/volka/wiskey which got us UBER HIGH  plus that Drinking game that made us drank even more. We were soon on the moon~   My goodness my face was as red as a baboon's ass wheres i guess chek already forgotten what his name was lol.  Sigh.. i wish every bday party was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway few days ago was mike's bday! his 19!! so hy and i decided to prepare a surprise for him by getting a cake for him right after his plane lands. Unfortunately they missed their plane due to god knows what. Luckily we were notified b4 we get the cake or else it'll end up inside our stomach. At the end, we ended up having dinner at Crystal jade instead of going to the airport haha. No worries, it went according to plan the next day! HAPPY BDAY!&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i've seen hy so there were some catching up to do, yep and so we did till the restaurant closed. Surprisingly everything feels like before. As if nothing did changed. She is still as chatty, still lively and cheerful. Tho deep down things were different already. And i believe we'll love it this way. &lt;br /&gt;It suddenly occurs to me that, if one were to know the darkside of another. Would u choose to ignore it? or would u choose to move away from it? &lt;br /&gt;i would move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;traumatized !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2112891196232714044?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2112891196232714044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2112891196232714044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2112891196232714044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2112891196232714044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-hell-of-fun-whole-giraffe.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4032946021766714996</id><published>2008-04-01T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:14:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K let me see. Am waiting for QD for dinner at my market. I probably have around 20mins to dispose off my Q&amp;A blah blah here. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe not much of Q&amp;A more of curiosity. This afternoon i had a fast forwarded lunch with my mom, she had appointment at 1pm and the food wasn't here yet at 12.30am. In the mist all the smartly dressed working adults there were 2 ol that caught my eye. The way they fidget, way they ate the topic they spoke about. LOL was really amusing. First of all from my observation i assume that they are just colleagues. Whom either just got to know each other or trying to please each other.  &lt;br /&gt;The fact that they are rushing for time but still trying to remain claim, slowly taking in bit by bit almost made me burst out in laughter.   Basically that was the whole incident. I've got no time to describe any further or qd will be MAD lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k use ur imagination peeps. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4032946021766714996?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4032946021766714996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4032946021766714996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4032946021766714996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4032946021766714996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/04/k-let-me-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5829485461253621554</id><published>2008-03-24T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:17:08.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verge of jumping in to LALA land</title><content type='html'>The pass couple of days has been really boring!! Everyone doing their own stuff. Am here wasting my time playing WoW. With the rain pouring outside i doubt i'll have the mood to step out either. i just tidied my table, threw my rubbish, and clean my lappy it's looking brand new now muhhaaha.   My sister saw me reading the story book Spider-wick and laughed at me saying its a book for children. I said am young at heart. And she said i had nth better to do.  Then silence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe shes right. I really had nth to do. Am just floating and daydreaming at home. WoW is just a disguised, a hood that keeps me in touch with time. At least i know how time fly when am playing. With tenants in the house. It feels like a dormitory where everyone has their own room. A place to sleep. I need something, someone somehow to make me feel am still alive. And not just an empty shell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the planner given to me by ju. Thinking maybe i could just try to plan my schedule. And try to reorganize things in my life. Things that i wanted to do. Things that are undone.  And i remembered that i wanted to dine at Rochester 1 with that someone who is special to me. I guess sometimes even if planned wholeheartedly things could still go wrong.  I'd always wanted to play badminton too! Time to have a date with jm!  or anyone who is decent in badminton PM me!    haha now that am trying to recall things i've left undone. I realized i have not make the Eiffel Tower!! Oh gosh.. i remembered going all the way to kino to get the materials hah! One day one day.. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose planning that needs 2 or more to comply has a definite higher chance of failing. Even when your doing 110% on your part lol. Speaking of which jm u said u wanna play badminton too, so lets make a date and make sure both of us make it. OR ELSE ! HEHEHEHEHE =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;P.S amgladyourdoingwell&amp;happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5829485461253621554?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5829485461253621554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5829485461253621554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5829485461253621554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5829485461253621554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/verge-of-jumping-in-to-lala-land.html' title='Verge of jumping in to LALA land'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3349909851077883401</id><published>2008-03-18T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:58:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day working interest me! lol i got to learn to be a bartender! muwahhaha!  Its kinda sudden neither am i sure it will last. Nura asked why i've not been working. I told her honestly that am getting really bored with this job and i ain't learning nth. So she offered to train me as a bartender which obviously i accepted at least a reason to come to work!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho i slept at 1pm surprisingly i was able to wake up at around 4+  to get rdy for work! From this i concluded that Enthusiasm works better than caffeine ah amazing huh? =P   Somedays even if i drank double expresso  x2 at work, i'll still doze off when i get home. Now that i think of coffee it reminds me of the test that hy linked me. In it Coffee represents SEX yes SEX. &lt;br /&gt;Am suppose to think of a word for the word coffee. Only realizing what it meant at the end. SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1 word is   ---&gt; Awakening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lets not go off topic. TODAY i made 3 drink myself woohoo. MOJITO and i forgot whats the other 2 lol.  Sad thing is i  made 2 mojito 1 finished it the other had a couple of sip only. Sigh.. Am taking that the one that didn't finish cant take alcohol =D  HAHA  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE BARTENDER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3349909851077883401?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3349909851077883401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3349909851077883401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3349909851077883401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3349909851077883401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-first-day-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1502053271095564420</id><published>2008-03-14T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:01:56.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all i got to start by saying DON'T WATCH the movie RULE NUMBER 1. It sucks ! no story, nth that really scares you, sound didn't even the least did it's job. Totally jokes.  Watch it only if u have that extra money to kill time. i'd rather watch STEP UP 2 tho i have watched it already, its worth the second! Keeps you wanting to dance and just grooving to the music! The dance in the movie was amazing too. TIME TO GO CLUBBING GUYS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was depressing zzz luck (Balls) was not on me LOL 3/5 of the time i enter a ball my white ball will follow in too..sigh.. Hmm maybe it wasn't me because qd has improved tremendously. i remember i used to teach him esp in GRASSROOT lol.  Used to get whoop hahaha but now his whooping others lol.   Well, that is without a doubt the good teaching by the teacher LAWL!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days will be BORING LIKE HELL. Oh noo.. Jm jp qd will all be in camp. Which means that i'll be in my own too =D &lt;br /&gt; HOME SWEET HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to write home to papa i'll miss yall  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;HYPED UP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1502053271095564420?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1502053271095564420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1502053271095564420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1502053271095564420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1502053271095564420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-of-all-i-got-to-start-by-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5151950004550773595</id><published>2008-03-12T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:08:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home from pool/work pwned navin lol! kim played pretty well too! shan't embarrass navin by disclosing the numbers of ball he had left haha..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having thoughts of stopping work.. sigh.. It is increasingly exasperating to come to work. I suppose mainly am working aimlessly and mindlessly just to make that couple of dollar. Am not sure about the others but the job is really wearing and boring me out mentally. At first it was because of 1 person whom i enjoyed seeing a lot then it was more to friends especially ju chek navin dough kim and iza.   Its different now ju is back in aust, iza went for a new job, kim and dough is usually bar seating leaving me alone upstairs, navin is aways at the bar, chek ma best buddy has attachment to fulfill only working on sat and sun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my reason to continue working is almost all gonee.... faint*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Already, i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5151950004550773595?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5151950004550773595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5151950004550773595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5151950004550773595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5151950004550773595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-got-back-home-from-poolwork-pwned.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2209139218505747981</id><published>2008-03-08T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:20:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was chatting with a good friend... She was telling me how good it felt to be loved, and showered with attention even tho she had no intention of getting into a relationship with the pursuers. Since it felt good and the pursuers doesn't mind it at all, it was natural to let it go on. Even though after they having to confess. The answer would instinctively be unprepared. Neither rejections nor acceptance. Pertaining to this it would be seen as hope. Unknowingly he'll be falling in to a abyss of countless ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still without fail she'll receive the care and concerns be it rain or shine...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend, i wouldn't say this is selfish this is um human nature i guess. Who wouldn't want to ? haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Hy u'll always be my bestie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2209139218505747981?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2209139218505747981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2209139218505747981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2209139218505747981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2209139218505747981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-i-was-chatting-with-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-635972334590141063</id><published>2008-03-05T05:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:37:27.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner after a long long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A0snCR1I/AAAAAAAAADI/fXDYlJGHvSA/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A0snCR1I/AAAAAAAAADI/fXDYlJGHvSA/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174003558479185746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A1MnCR2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/UcPmRMaX77M/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A1MnCR2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/UcPmRMaX77M/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174003567069120354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A1cnCR3I/AAAAAAAAADY/4jGn_Th4v2g/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A1cnCR3I/AAAAAAAAADY/4jGn_Th4v2g/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174003571364087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A18nCR4I/AAAAAAAAADg/6KTxEPjinN8/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A18nCR4I/AAAAAAAAADg/6KTxEPjinN8/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174003579954022274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A2cnCR5I/AAAAAAAAADo/FS1wO7cv_d4/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A2cnCR5I/AAAAAAAAADo/FS1wO7cv_d4/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174003588543956882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lazy to type the detail ---&gt; Overall a HAPPY EVENT! Since a long long time.. Took some pix !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-635972334590141063?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/635972334590141063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=635972334590141063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/635972334590141063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/635972334590141063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-dinner-after-long-long-time.html' title='Family Dinner after a long long time'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R83A0snCR1I/AAAAAAAAADI/fXDYlJGHvSA/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-75747817775435199</id><published>2008-03-02T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:20:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI MIKE!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today had been a real enjoyment! Both exciting and welcoming. Umm after not seeing mike for a really long time and i mean REAL long time. He nudged me on msn and he goes like Hi dude!  And what kinda shock me was he asked to go jalan tmr! LOL not that am unhappy or anything. Am really happy and looked forward for it. Unfortunately i was working =( Still it was good because in the afternoon i went to his place chat chat chat blah blah blah.. Even talked about WoW woohoo his considering to play!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he asked for brandon's acc to play now since his not playing due to As. So right now his gonna use brandon's acc for probably 6 months or so till the prices for both the CD drop even further. Good idea. Then transfering his character to his acc. Tada! His planing to play a mage.  I cant wait for another couple of months when all my frens are 70. We can all RAID TOGETHER! Hows that? LOL   Finally a chance to reach further into High level raid like BT! Without idiotic PUBS that are STUPID screwing everyone up. K am off to teach mike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;DELIGHTED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-75747817775435199?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/75747817775435199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=75747817775435199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/75747817775435199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/75747817775435199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-mike.html' title='HI MIKE!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3499638587834774345</id><published>2008-02-29T05:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:09:16.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath..Just breath...</title><content type='html'>Awoken by a sms that i suppose... made my existence a little bit appreciated for once after a long time.  Ｉguess am happy. So i came online and look thru my friends blog including yours. I felt even happier to hear that u been out. The very least out of your house. Though disappointed of myself. After utmost number of attempt struggle , to ask you out. Knowing that it'll be a definite no.  Sometimes i wonder why wont you even consider?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me something that contradict yourself isn't making me feel any better. I don't know about you. i try and try and try but you just wont lift that barrier off. Am exhausted very exhausted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after today i wont be really bothering you anymore. Am contented to hear your doing good. Of course "hoping to see you soon" still applies. Contented doesn't untangle the missing you part. haha. Good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff&lt;br /&gt;knowing me, &lt;br /&gt;knowing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3499638587834774345?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3499638587834774345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3499638587834774345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3499638587834774345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3499638587834774345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/02/breathjust-breath.html' title='Breath..Just breath...'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2959480998356665693</id><published>2008-02-25T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T05:53:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;You're so self-satisfied I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I got to to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but it's true (hey yea)&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to live without, live without, live without you&lt;br /&gt;by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone, hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want I want I want I want to break free …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very unique song by Queen a band from the late 1980s if u have time do check out the MTV lol. Erotic in a gay sense. Don't ask me why. I don't know lol. Its my favorite song since i was really young back then i didnt know what the song is about. Took some time now since am free to find out more. So heres the lyrics =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm so manythings i wished i could break free from. Not that its easy at all but its necessary. Sad to say some things are impossible to break free from. So we should learn to live with it. Because with or without life still goes on! so be happy!! Am already missing the times with ya =( Cheer up yea?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Lost in contemplation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2959480998356665693?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2959480998356665693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2959480998356665693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2959480998356665693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2959480998356665693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8445952058430713827</id><published>2008-02-22T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:19:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Am still trying to sort out my thoughts, trying to compose what am about to write. Its really strenuous to blog when feeling both angry and upset. Although its just about time considering i've said the truth.  Its up to you whether to take it and learn from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a best friend. I guess its alright to lose another. hah. Its foolish to bask oneself in the comfort of your own world. When you wake up, it'll probably be too late. So please for your own good wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Qd on the bus yesterday. I asked him why is it sometimes, its obvious what one is about to do is wrong they still go ahead with it?   He told me every now and then we have to go thru in order to understand. lol. Not the path i wan to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past i was scolded, caned till i bleed so badly that i would just run out of the house. Guess for what reason?  Minor mistakes that i have repeated. Like using my left hand to write instead of my right?   Forgetting a Chinese character that memorized for spelling? Forgetting to do certain house chords? Faint*  I hated my dad.   I admit i was really hot temper when i was young lol. I got into frequent fights over trivial matters. I still remembered how i single handily pushed jia pei and he flew from the middle of the class to the back. THUD and he fall on the floor. haha. Am really sorry for that jp. ive got to admit at that time i was thinking to myself *SERVE U RIGHT FOR DISTURBING ME* haha..   *Childish me*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately my dad helped me control my temper. *Not the right method* but yes it worked for me.  So umm to those who have any disagreement with ya parents try to TALK to them nicely like ADULTS.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this chance to express my condolences to my dear friend leonard whos dad just passed away yesterday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jEff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8445952058430713827?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8445952058430713827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8445952058430713827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8445952058430713827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8445952058430713827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6776382818295151129</id><published>2008-02-10T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:08:37.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Dissecting life's Little Frustrations~</title><content type='html'>"Oops, i did it again!" screamed headlines the world over. Britney Spears 16yr old sister was pregnant and people were speculating about what a fabulous aunt britney would make when she finally make out of rehab.  My friend Mark eagerly regaled me with vivd details of the younger spears' teenage pregnancy over coffee recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, this demostrates the power of the tabloid media. I suppose - that such trashy news could draw more readership than the violence in  darfur. But then again who wants to be depressed over the holiday season by news of innocent children dying in a war zone?   - right oscar/jp ? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard more talk about celeb news than serious journalism in the last year. Nicole richie's drunken drugged out driving skills have initiated more conversations than hillary Clintons' medicare policy plans. Britney's GI jane haircut has excited more people than the loss of 7.5 million citizen's bank information in the britain. Around the world, people are paying more attention to the spice girls reunion than the cvil insanity in Iraq. What is it about the way the rich and famous lead their trashy lives that seduces our attention compared to the hopelessness of the destitute and the sad. Woebegone state of the worst parts of the world? It seems as if the news has had to get more extreme and sensationalist in order to capture EYEBALLS. Perhaps this is because we've become so inured to the madness that fills this earth. We just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still doesn't explain why britney's crotch made the font page. Why do we celebrate celebrity madness? Why do we encourage them to perform stupid stunts in public and trawl the internet seeking informations on such acts, or if not, at least perez hilton's gossip website?     - in this case edison &amp; party -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has long passed when celebrity used to mean something, when it was considered a status granted to a selefct few who were worthy of respect , whether it was due to their skill in their chosen profession or because they demonstrated qualities considered worthy of emulating. Despite the government's desperate hope to encourage larger families. i highly doubt teenage pregnancies are the way to go . So how is it that spearses made headlines and glamourised for their blatant irresponsibility? We celebrate drug traffickers who have become gangster rappers and musicians who are perpetually high on cocaine or heroin. Where is all this leading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;i second that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6776382818295151129?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6776382818295151129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6776382818295151129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6776382818295151129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6776382818295151129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/02/dissecting-lifes-little-frustrations.html' title='~ Dissecting life&apos;s Little Frustrations~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4392588195183216812</id><published>2008-01-30T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T04:05:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEAT AND TIDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Gdr3K3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/pJNSZAp4R-U/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Gdr3K3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/pJNSZAp4R-U/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160991542538329522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-GfL3K3cI/AAAAAAAAACo/CM1HaL49FX8/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-GfL3K3cI/AAAAAAAAACo/CM1HaL49FX8/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160991568308133314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Gfb3K3dI/AAAAAAAAACw/AS8xyqBqZhA/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Gfb3K3dI/AAAAAAAAACw/AS8xyqBqZhA/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160991572603100626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-GgL3K3eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lo7aZLvezwE/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-GgL3K3eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lo7aZLvezwE/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160991585488002530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Ggb3K3fI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZznRGROknkU/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Ggb3K3fI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZznRGROknkU/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160991589782969842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this afternoon was a mess. i fell asleep at 12pm when am suppose meet leo hy and 2 other guys for a dota match. Luckily my phone vibrated till it fell on the floor lol.   Sigh.. Lost 2 games so am not gonna go into details.  In the evening met up wif bird and qd for a movie  ---&gt; Death Sentence. Not very nice but reasonable for 6 dollars today haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just finished cleaning up my room its REALLY TIDY NOW. I vacuum, mop, iron my bed-sheet, change it and wiped every corner of my room.   Sorry judith and navin for making u guys suffer under layers of dust haha. I promise it'll be better the next time u guys come. While am blogging here bird is sleeping at the living room... He asked me to double up and when am ready his asleep. Giveup.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k here are photos of my TIDY VERSION of my ROOM =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff //&lt;br /&gt;Happy &amp; satisfied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4392588195183216812?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4392588195183216812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4392588195183216812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4392588195183216812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4392588195183216812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/neat-and-tidy.html' title='NEAT AND TIDY!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R5-Gdr3K3bI/AAAAAAAAACg/pJNSZAp4R-U/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-9188690181657818328</id><published>2008-01-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:00:57.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call~ ring ring ring</title><content type='html'>Today i woke up at 1pm. It just hit me that i have wasted lots of my time. Either going to work, coming back at 1am  play WoW till 4-6am, then sleeping till 2-3pm. Continuing this on a daily basis since..i dunno. Even after wasting so much time.I kept telling myself am going into the army soon. Its alright to enjoy myself now, but is that it?  Does entering army gives you an excuse to waste your life? if you had asked me yesterday my answer would be yes. Not after today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at this age there is nothing to be concerned about. Accept for your education?  Well, does that mean i should have no worries since am not studying any more?  No. Studies is just a route to a brighter future for some. Not all. For some "student" just comes as a status that sounds noteworthy. When its just a disguise because "dropout"  sounds awful. If you are that category of "student" please do yourself and your parents a favor just quit or study hard. Don't waste your parent's money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was at starbucks, i asked chek If he was given 150k-200k. Would you used it to start a business or use it for studies oversees. He told me he'll use the 150k get a degree and slowly earn the 150k then start a business. At least if it fails he'll have  a degree to lie back on. His answer just makes me ponder. Yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading up on people who are awarded Entrepreneurs of the year. I feel like an ignorant brat. Entrepreneurs started out as nothing. Taking several years of researching understanding the market. EVEN though they have their idea in their head.  Its really foolish/naive of me thinking/saying that 2 years in the army would be sufficient for a thorough plan for what am about to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Qd and chek today for throwing me so many questions. Although all the questions just disparage all my thinking, ideas, goals and motivation. Its a good lesson. Least u guys are being honest. I promise i'll continue to work on that. When am brain-storming i'll pull u guys along again lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;br /&gt;am not gonna game my life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-9188690181657818328?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9188690181657818328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=9188690181657818328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9188690181657818328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9188690181657818328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up-call-ring-ring-ring.html' title='Wake up call~ ring ring ring'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6985587957237611496</id><published>2008-01-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:20:17.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks jude for helping me with the song in my blog! HAHA that was a pleasant surprise. No wonder u said ur welcome lol. Teach me how u do it some day yea? lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now, imagine one day you walk in to this nice shop that sells beautiful bed linen. After shopping around, your legs are getting tired. A cup of coffee would do just it. Just as you are around this curb u. You smell the scent of coffee along wif a row of your favourite cheese cake chocolate cake, oreo cakes, blackforest cakes and some crosssaint on the display. Ummm yummy!!!  As the  waiter approaches you with a cup of coffee and a menu. You have everything you want in your head, but what you see in the menu titled : Kitchen towel  are the exact cakes your seeing in the fridge ~    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm interesting Concept huh?   keep on thinking~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thanks again for the song =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6985587957237611496?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6985587957237611496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6985587957237611496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6985587957237611496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6985587957237611496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-jude-for-helping-me-with-song-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5218226458217318489</id><published>2008-01-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:03:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll ask u out b4 i enter, i hope you'll not be busy as always... i hope</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great song by paul from the beatles, the title is yesterday do look it up =D  &lt;br /&gt;Earlier on i checked out on the song Hey jude. Its written by paul too for John lennon's son. julius the parents were going thru a divorce. Julius was young back then only 20yrs later he discovered that this song was written for him. He remembered being closer to paul than his father john, also had more pictures with paul than his father playing together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i come to think of it i had only a handful of pictures taken with my dad. Pretty sad. My relationship with my dad had never been good. Umm but yea i do thank him for beating me up only stopping when i bleed when i've done sth wrong, or i probably would have  not been any of ur friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright before i go deep in thoughts and be late for work. Take care everyone. Stay happy and please treasure w/e u have now before its gone. Like good friends and dads. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5218226458217318489?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5218226458217318489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5218226458217318489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5218226458217318489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5218226458217318489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-ask-u-out-b4-i-enter-i-hope-youll.html' title='I&apos;ll ask u out b4 i enter, i hope you&apos;ll not be busy as always... i hope'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5653841775273610075</id><published>2008-01-19T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:01:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the tooth zz</title><content type='html'>Again its 7am already. I lied on my bed at 12am thinking that i could sleep early for today. i lie there till 245am. 2 hrs and 45 mins  just unable to put myself to sleep. Too much thoughts feelings and ideas is going thru my mind. Its true when your alone and u start thinking of something, you'll just drift into a "trance" it becomes a mindmap on ur head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that if u miss someone its really hard to sleep lol. So i figured out that i'll try to snap out of it, which i really did although it took me almost 2hrs lol. I diverted on thinking of my plan in the future, didnt help lol more ideas and thoughts came in. SO i decided to just WoW and surf till am sleepy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth hurts badly.. sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;=(**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5653841775273610075?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5653841775273610075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5653841775273610075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5653841775273610075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5653841775273610075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-in-tooth-zz.html' title='Pain in the tooth zz'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6272066272054074370</id><published>2008-01-18T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:59:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you!!! *shout*</title><content type='html'>Am impressed of myself and everybody who worked today! haha only 4 staff and we hit almost 4k sales. Cool huh?  Good job everyone =)   &lt;br /&gt;Its almost 6am, and am feeling like shit. My tooth hurts like hell and the fucking dentist is only available if you have a fucking appointment. It just spoiled my mood completely. And it took a lot of courage to even go to a fucking dentist. For me. Sigh... I just wanna go out now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you just come out and have a chat with me??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe not. Shall look on the bright side, or at least try. Tomorrow am off!! oh its today. Am not gonna spend half my day at home FOR SURE.. Starbucks + Kinokuniya sounds great.  Ultimately i need to start someday on my plans and stuff, why not make it tomorrow! Friday is a good day hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;i'll be dreaming of you tonight~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6272066272054074370?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6272066272054074370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6272066272054074370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6272066272054074370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6272066272054074370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-you-shout.html' title='i miss you!!! *shout*'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-813080958267811935</id><published>2008-01-16T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:32:52.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zuB0eFlRI/AAAAAAAAABs/nBg7JuXOogY/s1600-h/DSC02245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zuB0eFlRI/AAAAAAAAABs/nBg7JuXOogY/s320/DSC02245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757388464493842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best indian gamer in da house~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztwUeFlQI/AAAAAAAAABk/f8vkv7WnsMA/s1600-h/DSC02240-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztwUeFlQI/AAAAAAAAABk/f8vkv7WnsMA/s320/DSC02240-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155757087816783106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopstick for ice cream, umm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztjkeFlPI/AAAAAAAAABc/CJpxPZTgtW4/s1600-h/DSC02236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztjkeFlPI/AAAAAAAAABc/CJpxPZTgtW4/s320/DSC02236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756868773450994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztZkeFlLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h4FhENt9T9g/s1600-h/DSC02224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztZkeFlLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h4FhENt9T9g/s320/DSC02224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756696974759090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztZ0eFlMI/AAAAAAAAABE/NOBHpyyuv4s/s1600-h/DSC02225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztZ0eFlMI/AAAAAAAAABE/NOBHpyyuv4s/s320/DSC02225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756701269726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztaEeFlNI/AAAAAAAAABM/2sXGlrHvm64/s1600-h/DSC02227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztaEeFlNI/AAAAAAAAABM/2sXGlrHvm64/s320/DSC02227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756705564693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztaUeFlOI/AAAAAAAAABU/BDqPhce7790/s1600-h/DSC02230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztaUeFlOI/AAAAAAAAABU/BDqPhce7790/s320/DSC02230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756709859661026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztKEeFlKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/We80CJfV3_U/s1600-h/DSC02223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4ztKEeFlKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/We80CJfV3_U/s320/DSC02223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756430686786722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zs8UeFlJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8UviN-ElLy0/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zs8UeFlJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8UviN-ElLy0/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155756194463585426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice siti is soo small lol, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zsq0eFlII/AAAAAAAAAAk/hb0_7HO9Kk8/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zsq0eFlII/AAAAAAAAAAk/hb0_7HO9Kk8/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155755893815874690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bday cake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zsZkeFlHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j3SHuoWWaCw/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zsZkeFlHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j3SHuoWWaCw/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155755597463131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu from the gals.. yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zr6keFlGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A5oJLWRfJHE/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zr6keFlGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A5oJLWRfJHE/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155755064887186530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chek judith doug me sara navin and erika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zrVUeFlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dHsCVaApQfA/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zrVUeFlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dHsCVaApQfA/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155754424937059410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jema's creation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-813080958267811935?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/813080958267811935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=813080958267811935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/813080958267811935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/813080958267811935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/testing.html' title='PICTURES!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/R4zuB0eFlRI/AAAAAAAAABs/nBg7JuXOogY/s72-c/DSC02245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7925318312399717469</id><published>2008-01-15T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:54:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF!</title><content type='html'>I got home 3 mins ago, and the first thing am doing is blogging lol. What a thing to do huh? I had dinner with chek navin judith and erika today at giraffe! Tho i wished i was dining with you instead. It was all great and i would say it was really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered what we wanted but got more lol!!! LOT more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTER:&lt;br /&gt;1carpcio&lt;br /&gt;1crumbed mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main:&lt;br /&gt;Tenderloin steak &lt;br /&gt;2x giraffe salad&lt;br /&gt;salmon pasto&lt;br /&gt;garlic chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra from chief&lt;br /&gt;2xcalamari &lt;br /&gt;kara *gay*&lt;br /&gt;chili mackerel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice huh? haha jema was also really nice to make sth for me 2 icecream nicely decorated wif 2 candles. After the meal she was like saying "Was the boobs nice?"  wtf? lol.  i got a complimentary drink from siti too WISKEY DRY lol.  Excluding the "cake" jema made the guys brought me a lovely chocolate cake too not forgetting a tiramisu the gals made hah. Not exactly tasty but it was sweet in the heart.  We didnt manage to finish the cake because i was already bloated lol! Unfortunately i dunno how to upload pictures on the blog. Unless someone is kind enough to help me do so. Anyone?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner i got a really nice present from the Kitchen *referring to bag*  When i opened and took out the stuff one by one. Woah lolx1000000000   Guess what is it?    First item i took out a packet of coffee bean LOL.. ~not very funny huh~ wait till i say the second one... READY?  then every one was like nodding. TADA!!! A PACKET OF MEEHOON. lmfao. Chek's reacted first. He probably said WTF so loud that the other table was looking. Then navin's laughter is as usually gangsterism. WIthout knowing we laughed for 10 solid minutes. Longest and loudest laughter i have heard in my whole of 19yrs on this tiny planet. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole incident was over, we quickly and quietly left the place saying goodbye to everyone because we realized that it was embarrassing lol. Well maybe not to navin but to me lol.  We went to a lanshop next to play cs as navin was really cocky about 1v4 all of us. Loser punch a pint of beer lawl.  He was frighteningly good for a BARTENDER lawl. He was like "LOOK AT THAT I OWED UR ASSES"   &lt;----face 1 inch from the screen like his shouting at it.    LOL if u cant imagine call me up and i'll elaborate more into detail. And when he die he'll hold the screen wif 2 hands and shout WTF?  and say we are tyco LOL.     &lt;br /&gt;His the man to look for if ur going hardcore.  Am actually laughing when am typing this.. this is how hilarious it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn navin we should go out more often before i enter.  &lt;3 hanging out wif this dude. Makes me feel like Frank lucus is next to me. Those who duno who is it? Google is ur next best friend. kk Thanks for everything guys.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff ~high~&lt;br /&gt;i miss you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7925318312399717469?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7925318312399717469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7925318312399717469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7925318312399717469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7925318312399717469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-jeff.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7353066390777275716</id><published>2008-01-14T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:50:06.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bday!</title><content type='html'>tada am 19! lol! After much anticipation i finally know wads with all the letters that hy gave me hah B+i+RT+HD+Ay.. thanks=D&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldn't over-read into it too much all the time. Earlier on played lan with chek yq and qd. Then watched American gangster with chek and judith, pretty nice show but not for those who is looking for lots of action. Judith and chek were really sweet they offered to treat me a drink lol but decided it was too late. Cab fare is killer nowadays. Instead we sat outside the Amk mrt's CHEERS and got our own drink and a packet of chips, munching away while chatting.  Not exactly a good environment to chit-chat but at least company on my bday! haha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My army enlistment letter is here too, both happy and sad feelings. It just feels really heavy inside even tho its my bday. It just feels like every other day. Time is really running out now. gosh.. i have things undone, words unspoken and my driving lessons will be on halt. Maybe its a blessing in disguised? i'll get time + distance ! What i need best now.  Anyway thanks for the wonderful time of talking cock judith and chek lawl!!     Good night all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy sweetie =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7353066390777275716?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7353066390777275716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7353066390777275716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7353066390777275716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7353066390777275716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-bday.html' title='Happy bday!'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3429337634372343101</id><published>2008-01-12T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T05:14:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from supper with chek and qd lol was hell of a fun time. We laughed all the way from eating to walking home.. GG. Before that while waiting for chek to finish at 1am me and qd went to the lanshop to lose a game of dota LOL. The com was lousy! or we could have won , hehe right qd? hah. K nvm thats not the pt. Just a game lol had some fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing when i got back, hy typed "RT!" and i dunno wad it means.. and she wouldn't wanna let me know.. umm?   k my only guess is ReTard and Random Team. But why would u say this to me, weird. Just doesnt make sense. Previously was B! then I! &lt;br /&gt;B for either bastard baby bitch which all doesn't exactly make sense. I! for idiot.   All scolding me =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all she said till i figured it out dun talk to her.. lol GG. i'll assume u dun wanna talk to me then =( giveup.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Blur-ed x 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3429337634372343101?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3429337634372343101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3429337634372343101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3429337634372343101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3429337634372343101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-came-back-from-supper-with-chek.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7705756342601505375</id><published>2008-01-11T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:55:02.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you talk to me instead?</title><content type='html'>2 new gal came to work today supposingly  brought in by sally. Almost a replicate of sally lol. As noisy. Just wanted to share something interesting that happened at work, and i got load of lashing from her. I have already reduced to the minimum of  even sending a simple msg to you, because am afraid. You know afraid? Apparently u don't. It shoudn't even be that way.  Or am i just plain unlucky?  Why? Does it even cross your mind that by doing so ur just better of asking me to "go away" ?        i guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard to talk to me about the problem? Instead of getting emotional and showing ur temper?  Its really weird when i click on ur msn, then type sth followed by backspacing everything, then re-typing it again. And finally backspacing it again. Then to closing it.  It also just frustrates me when i have to think twice to call u out. Do u have to?   i'll help u answer that. No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of it as the sweet we had at the lanshop. it just isn't that hard to stop and think whether its a sensible thing to do some times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Revolution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7705756342601505375?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7705756342601505375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7705756342601505375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7705756342601505375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7705756342601505375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-you-talk-to-me-instead.html' title='Cant you talk to me instead?'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8757529090983492681</id><published>2008-01-10T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:42:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh yawnzz just got of bed.. the weather is sooooooooo nice to sleep. I realized that i kinda like the sound of rain drop. if u listen closely its not just shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but there is actually different loudness and its just so peaceful. Last week while i was going for um i forgot i think is work, i saw a mom bringing her 3 children maybe age between 6-10 out in the heavy rain. They were dancing under the rain!! So fun huh?  Yea we wished our parents would brought us under the rain when we were young.  Of course provided there is no lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eariler this morning had supper with hy @ newton circle.  By right umm 12am i should be out of the house, but due to the presence of my dad watching discovery chnl it was delayed till around 3am. LOL Sorry to starve you =( Its good food, you'll  have to wait Haha. its pretty amazing when the craving comes, one is willing to wait almost 3hrs lol!!! and not lose patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm it felt like its been so long since i've seen hy, but its only been a week maybe?  and NO it doesn't show i have short term memory lol it shows i miss HY wahahha. LOL . K back to where i was saying, after a bloated meal of EVERYTHING. We walked till it digested then decided that it was way too early to get home *currently 430am*. Our next destination is a lanshop lol where i noobed out every game. hah but it was fun at least mouthfull of laughter and jokes haha... U BUZEGA LOL =D kk preparing for work time...argg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff&lt;br /&gt;all my lovingggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8757529090983492681?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8757529090983492681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8757529090983492681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8757529090983492681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8757529090983492681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahh-yawnzz-just-got-of-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8311554361376511620</id><published>2008-01-03T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T03:08:28.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i registered for my driving thingy my first test is this friday woot 1 day to study.    Anyone wanna join me @ starbucks tomorrow? lol   Later on in the night went on to meet chek judith and her fren celia from australia. We brought her to newton circle to have some SINGAPORE FOOD lol. Funny thing is she thinks that the dirtier the place the nicer the food because of a awefull sight @ chomp chomp the previous day at around 5am. All the rubbish were swept to the side and it just stink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm compare it to the day hoho, efficiency of singapore's cleaner. Anyway while we were at newton circle there was this uncle who look like a xmas tree, triangular shape. We thought he was fat, but actually below his shirt was lots of SUNGLASSES dangling LOL!!! could u imagine?    he was flashing himself to those Caucasian lmao. Cool huh?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk back to farming honor. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff&lt;br /&gt;sally sucks ggnore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8311554361376511620?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8311554361376511620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8311554361376511620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8311554361376511620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8311554361376511620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-registered-for-my-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1792738441847807094</id><published>2008-01-01T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:41:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of 2008!!! and its also my 50th post.. A year has just passed with a blink of a eye. Also been a year liking the same gal. Am not sure whether is there anything i should be proud of?  Probably its really time for me to give up my foolish continuation of pursuit and just move on..um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i gave hy a really pretty watch this for her bday 2007 and she really liked it!!! Am so glad!! i made her day happi! woohoo.. Earlier on i worked till 1am then went on to have some good times with my colleagues tho we didn't get to see the fireworks LOL we'll try again next yr yea??   hAha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before i forget, Across the universe is a really nice musical show. Especially for those who love Beatles! Greatest Band ever!! Shall look forward to the new year my bday's coming and am gonna register for driving lessons tomorrow hehe, i will be able to drive in no time =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy! Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1792738441847807094?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1792738441847807094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1792738441847807094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1792738441847807094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1792738441847807094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-first-day-of-2008-and-its-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-783804642875707569</id><published>2007-12-28T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:58:40.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its true that u'll do almost anything for someone you love/like, But the part that "its all worth it" is it true?   am not sure haha. Shall not go into details why am saying this, because its rather depressing to hear about it. As for now am wondering whats up with a FRIEND or NOT ANYMORE?  Everytime i try or shd i say we try to hook him up his busy or have plans later on or sth. Which makes me wonder in the past. Our click were like so outgoing and "steady" in most of the plans we made.. Most of which were last minute arrangement.  If u don't wanna come out just say No! straight to the face, like how hy does it most of the times. The least we would know hat "hey things are different now" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright here is what am trying to drive at for those who dun know wad am trying to say here. Don't just ask a friend out just because u feel bored lonely or in need of sth, and expect him/her to say yes and in the future when this friend ask u for the same treatment, u just give a No and all the bullshit. This is not the way it's suppose to work.  If anyone has any objections to that please enlighten me on this. OR perhaps we should all learn to say no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really just disappointed with a few individuals whom which i treated with the utmost importance. Cmon man learn to treasure. Stop being controlled by ur emotions, just shows how childish you are. Wake up.  And U stop being a caveman. U need some fresh air. its a beautiful world out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;/laughing @ myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-783804642875707569?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/783804642875707569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=783804642875707569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/783804642875707569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/783804642875707569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-its-true-that-ull-do-almost-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6410186367640068470</id><published>2007-12-27T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:38:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wonders - Do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you doin' that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;like you always do&lt;br /&gt;and you don't mean to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;you never even knew about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through&lt;br /&gt;well I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna find a way to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;cause we could be happy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;if you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;and keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask a lot girl&lt;br /&gt;but I know one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;it's the love I haven't got girl&lt;br /&gt;and I just can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we could be happy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;if you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;and keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;and if I know you you're doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;every day just doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doing&lt;br /&gt;that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just tells and express everything ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff&lt;br /&gt;*poke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6410186367640068470?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6410186367640068470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6410186367640068470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6410186367640068470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6410186367640068470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonders-do-that-thing-you-do-you-doin.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8465477584994734397</id><published>2007-11-06T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:46:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain rain go away come again anoher day! Today is my off day and plan was to go underwaterworld. Unfortunately am not sure whether the weather allows it. Hy is probably still sleeping now too, shall be smart and not disturb her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was reading this article a couple of min ago. Its about the different people who you would see in a work place. Why are some people promoted faster and why some slow. Basically it mentions 2 category of peeps, IQ and EQ.  People with higher IQ gets you hired, EQ gets you promoted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this saying? Basic cognitive intelligence is important. People who are smart are more likely to excel in most jobs. If people have attended a good school and having good results then odds are they have a adequate IQ for most jobs, Which is a prerequisite for job successs. So what is really adequate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQ is also a very important factor which is involved here. I shall just just briefly go thru this. In the article it mentions that, motivation, creativity , drive, communication and relationships in work are all important aspects. In order to be climb faster. Being able to be good at social skills, to be flexible, and adaptable to change, and most importantly cope well with stress all consitute to what is meant by emotional intelligence or EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not explain why you must have both IQ and EQ. Common sense. Although IQ is kinda fix. EQ can be improved by self-Teaching. With a little more torlerence and smiles =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff /greeny&lt;br /&gt;i'll nvr let u goo, &lt;br /&gt;if u promise not to fade away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8465477584994734397?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8465477584994734397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8465477584994734397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8465477584994734397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8465477584994734397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/11/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-anoher-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7587289954123077103</id><published>2007-11-03T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:08:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"hey, hows your feet?" since when has this became so hard to freaking send? I wish i knew. Things just slowly stacks up, and slowly you'll be afraid of it. That fear of suddenly becoming a irritatant is so immense that even these few words was already so tough to be sent. Not to say calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its just really weird. It just feels like there is 2 of the same person. And it keeps on changing. One has a really great personality which covers whatever shortcoming she has, tho i think there isnt already. Which totally sweeep me off my feet. The other is a real mood swinger that blows hot and cold whenever she wishes. Hah it really all depends on luck when it comes to this kinda situation. If ur lucky you wont be caught in that storm. But if ur not...use ur imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying my best not to be bothered by it, but its sth that is not easily forgotten. The more you try the more it gets back to you plus the occasional rain of everything that is too much to be mention. How is it possible to pretend nth was said?  Even if its in a fit of a moment. Some things are ought to be thought thru b4 saying, its not like you can "take back ur word"  for real? lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff /sleepy&lt;br /&gt;i'll nvr let u go,&lt;br /&gt;if u promise not to fade away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7587289954123077103?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7587289954123077103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7587289954123077103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7587289954123077103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7587289954123077103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-hows-your-feet-since-when-has-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6895258735253040261</id><published>2007-11-02T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:53:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its nov already.. oh man time really flies and its running out real fast. Soon it'll be dec and a new year will start to shed its light. Entering army in a matter of time, bringing in both doubts and anticipation into it doesn't seem to be the right mood or whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly school seems to be such a lovely place to be at. Thoughts of going army and going oversees seem so far fetched now. So much so that i am thinking will i regret it when am out of the army. The fact that i think i have everything planed out feels like its just a bubble above my head. Which wil burst anytime.  Where is that ship that i really need now?  that could bring me away from my memory or the people that cares if i live or die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i would think to myself, if i die the next morning and this is my last message to everyone. How would people react to my death?  Is crying the only thing one can do when encountered a misfortuned. Who are the people who would really miss me?  and i mean really miss me? i guess not much. Life would go back the same way with laughter and joy without me maybe after, say  a day? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah how long would it take for my frens to know if am dead? Lets say mike whos my bestest buddy before, when would he know? We have not been having real conversation for the pass few months. He'll probably not know till some one tells him. For the others.... umm maybe when they need me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once am not looking forward for the future. Who would? My guess is those that have their goals set and rdy to go for it. How about for those who has everything planed out real well, but have no confident to go for it.  hopeless. me.  Hopefully today would be a better day for me and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;if you promise not to fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6895258735253040261?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6895258735253040261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6895258735253040261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6895258735253040261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6895258735253040261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-nov-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8071791468151213696</id><published>2007-11-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:33:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad stomach gastric today, got a jab + some really big tablet TT. siti asked me not to come to work today and to rest.  So yea i guess walking around is also a form of resting? Went to paragon for some window shopping umm i think its time i get some new clothing. Hopefully boosting some self confident along wif it lol i think am lagging alot in that. Wahaha time to go gucci chek. HIs probably the only one that i can really go REAL shopping with. Not that am saying the rest cant but yea after the trip to  art's fren yesterday wif qd. hmm his definately out. LOL. As for brandon umm let me guess from how he choose his pair of shoes i can already guess the outcome of things. You can literally imagine.hah.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next best candidate would be hy? lol, i mean girls shd have a better pt of view or different from guys. If all fails best thing to do is get ur mom to get ur clothes. Mom's knows best huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just watched rendition with hy. I would say its a 3/5 show, doesn't really absorbs you to the show. It has a some what similar plot to the Angelina jolinn's movie which is coming up this nov. Basically about terrorist etcetc those news kinda thing. So if ur into harry potter or thriller this kinda show is not your type. Watch seeker lol. Do tell me if its nice lol.  Hy wasn't exactly in a gd mood after the show dunno why too.. i think is the work hah so do have a gd rest and cheer up :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do a little bit of leveling for my WoW. Cya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8071791468151213696?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8071791468151213696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8071791468151213696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8071791468151213696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8071791468151213696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-stomach-gastric-today-got-jab-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-4882553038465322286</id><published>2007-10-29T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:31:49.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally some mood to blog, i started work last wed and today i just finished my On Job Evaluation of 24hrs which means that i'lll be getting the normal pay of 5.5$/per. Though it kinda suck having done 24hrs for just 45$ everyone has to start somewhere right lol. I guess i am not gonna whine for awhile because i kinda like the job especially the uniform and the lovely ambience although u'll tend to be greeeeny most of the time because of the number of loving couples that you'll see almost every time you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for them lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i shower my love on you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn i wanted to touch on the work issues zz forget it, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-4882553038465322286?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4882553038465322286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=4882553038465322286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4882553038465322286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/4882553038465322286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-some-mood-to-blog-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1483997607893350328</id><published>2007-10-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:52:57.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadly am not sure why too, am feeling really heavy right now. Its like having lots of problems thrown back at you, while you know its problems, you cant figure out which is getting into you. Maybe i do know. But the point is am not evening thinking or brooding over it? so why am i so frustrated all of a sudden? hopefully by blogging things out i'll feel a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had my withdrawal from school thingy done, or rather almost done. So to say jeff is going to army soon umm nothing to complain about =D  its just that am wondering whether should i wish that i get in real quick? or real slow ? &lt;-- 3months time.   You see hy is leaving to further her studies at feb so umm if i get in now i'll probably get to see her lesser which is heartbreaking haha.. Worst of all wad if i dun get to come out in time to get her a bday present? lol + on the day that she's leaving chances of gettng out of camp are also slim.. frustration and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe things aren't that bad? if i were to go in like NOW it means that am coming out earlier! hahaa which means i can go aust too! can see hy! WAHAHAHA  *wonder*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~complicated~   at the mean time am hungry for satay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1483997607893350328?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1483997607893350328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1483997607893350328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1483997607893350328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1483997607893350328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/10/sadly-am-not-sure-why-too-am-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5834253290643810572</id><published>2007-10-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:02:45.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started World of Warcraft a couple of weeks ago. Kinda got hook up after starting it, as you can see the gap from my previous post. Lol. Talk about the ways and methods to momentarily forget unhappy things, relationships and friendship.. WoW would be one of those option that is harmless and would defintely work well.  For now after couple of weeks of WoW-ing problems look a little faded and seemingly easy to handle. Still i wonder why is it still so hard to approach it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already october. Few more months to a new yr which i do not look forward to. Probably would be a really unhappy year ahead   why? Someone dear is leaving. For now i'll treasure time for the first time in a long while. This is really funny when am here trying to blog sth truthful there is bird next to me playing DOTA, and thats not wad is affecting my flow. He is actually SINGING  omg.. kinda feel sad while writing but this bird is making me laugh. Weird mixture of feelings now lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hy isn't ready omg.. probably choosing wad to wear now lol.  ~ .~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5834253290643810572?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5834253290643810572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5834253290643810572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5834253290643810572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5834253290643810572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/10/started-world-of-warcraft-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-3192305177853425110</id><published>2007-09-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:50:21.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowsy Day ~.~</title><content type='html'>HeyHo anyone wanna come over my place for the night!! My cousin is in Paris! hoho meaning i'll have the whole room for myself. Today was pretty weird lol my cousin actually asked me whether i wanna go paris before he left.. Its like "jeff later wanna go Paris?" Cool huh? The business class tickets are like a whooping 7k and the economic ones are like 3k. So much for "economic". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i spent most of my time reading. Maybe i have not read for too long, i tend to feel sleeping after a few pages. In the end its like reading for 2 hrs sleeping for 2hrs. It just went on till now. And guess what hy already finished her book which is thicker than mine! damn! *just a little thicker* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it doesn't rain because i just saw lighting. Shall make a move now to the NTUC! Pizza ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-3192305177853425110?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3192305177853425110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=3192305177853425110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3192305177853425110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/3192305177853425110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/drowsy-day.html' title='Drowsy Day ~.~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2920517433749935405</id><published>2007-09-09T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:49:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i had a day out with chek. Hopefully GAP would give us a call in a few days time.I realised that chek chuan is the only guy that i can really pour out too and actually shop etc with the whole afternoon. haha maybe because we have many things in common and lots of topic that we actually want to discuss. Topics that just cant be discussed with just anyone. Our talks are more in dept i would say? umm not that am saying being wif my other buddies are boring. hah we should do this more often. At least now i know who would actually go in to a branded shop to check out the stuff, prices etc. Something the rest of the guys definitely wouldn't do. Don't ask me why.. i have no idea. Shy maybe? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about shyness. How does shyness actually manifest? Does it just occur when your in a unfamiliar environment or in some social situation where your not familiar? Does any of the above relates to walking a person your fond of home? Is it still under shyness? Or is it under timidity? Or does it both overlap each other? None of them are gd anyway =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2920517433749935405?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2920517433749935405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2920517433749935405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2920517433749935405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2920517433749935405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-had-day-out-with-chek.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5056719863688616927</id><published>2007-09-07T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:57:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET REAL YOU FOOL</title><content type='html'>Where are u guys!!!! STOP SLPING WAKE UP! LETS GO OUT!! Some really messy thoughts came to me while i was surfing and listening to some emo songs. Umm would things be better if i would have stick the the previous answers? I guess so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one should actually acknowledge that he/she has be rejected? i know, this may be hard if the person is too spinless to reject you outright, but this is the only way to climb out of a bottomless pit. I have also come to realise that you have no control over the possibilties. So choose to reminisce the past and look forward to the future and move on, hanging on will only land you in a stalking or pathetic territories.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on i came across this article which says its a better choice to admit to the crush on the person and allowing yourself to feel it. If you don't, you are at a risk of for "Romeo and juilet syndrome" ----&gt; the forbidden love probably or possibility becomes more attractive. I'll definitely won't want to fall into this category. Would you? Interesting i would say. Many are already in this state but they don't know about it. Me? maybe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often,i guess in retrospect people will look back to their impossible crushes and say "Ugh! What did I ever see in them?" You have built up your crush to be this image of perfection, but be realistic and accept their flaws. If you get rejected outright, be grateful for the honesty; now you can move on without asking yourself "what if?" If the other person is too spineless to reject you outright, ask yourself if you'd really want to be with a person like that anyway... probably not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know matters of the heart are really complicated. I think this is just a effort in trying to forget? The fact is when you really like a person. All this craps doesn't affect you. Instead one would probably deny and disagree with it. Come on wake up ur FUCKING idea this is a fact. Accept it fools... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr k the guys are waiting for me..thanks for reading. No offends fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5056719863688616927?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5056719863688616927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5056719863688616927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5056719863688616927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5056719863688616927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-real-you-fool.html' title='GET REAL YOU FOOL'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8050917376278165185</id><published>2007-09-06T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:58:46.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights ~~</title><content type='html'>Another one of those sleepless nights, getting really frequent. My eye bags are getting darker and darker. When ur alone, it really keeps you thinking and pondering over issues that you have not solved or have difficulty solving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thats the reason why i cant get to slp. Even so, when i get to slp i'll tend to wake up very early in the morning. Feeling tired and restless, but just cant get to sleep again. I guess my problems are really hard to figure. Problems are tought because of 2 main reasons. 1. its naturally tough or 2. The problem doesn't lie with you. So which one are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that helpless feeling of being neither there nor here? This are the times when you don't even know where the problem lies. So how could you even start to deal with it? And when you cant find the problem you'll be in pain. Not knowing where is the pain coming from...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on i was telling chek its hard to understand someone. Especially girls. Maybe not all. But one in particular. Haha come to think of it.. its hard or should i say complicated to the extend that am not getting enough sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Then again like what chek had said do i really understand anyone?  or rather does anyone fully understand anyone? Makes you wanna think again huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality is it even possible to fully understand one another?  Does telepathy actually exist? If yes can it be nutured? or train? In that case there would be lesser arguements, quarrels, breakups and even divorce. Wouldn't the world be a nicer place?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all words can be left unspoken... woundn't that be nice? Fully express ones feelings and love withouht getting caught in those awkward situation? Maybe one day things would work out like the bluetooth but in a form of like a "human bluetooth"&lt;br /&gt;hah in those days even the most timid fella dare to express anything he thinks and feels. Though of course there are hazards and disadvantages but umm for once lets not think of the bad points ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i shall be happy for now cause i'll be able to see her tmr! i think? oh and job hunt followed by badminton wootz. Sounds fun. Hopefully there is no last minute changes. Good nite i'll try  to slp once again... jia lat its 6am already..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8050917376278165185?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8050917376278165185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8050917376278165185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8050917376278165185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8050917376278165185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-one-of-those-sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights ~~'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1748436794135202830</id><published>2007-09-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:45:57.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pula Ubin &gt; Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Cycling at ubin was great lol. After being ps by a couple of frens which i shall not mention. We decided that our day will not be spoilt by this individuals. So ubin was the place we deicded to go hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being close to nature was really relaxing!! The sound of nature calms everyone, peacefull serenity.. oh man makes me wanna stay over. Too bad we didnt brought tent there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say its 10x better than sentosa and of course 10x cheaper!!! Accept for havimg bum aches from all the cycling Ups and Downs and all the mosi bites. LOl i remember chek was saying Its the Downs that makes us appreciate the Ups... true huh? Then i was wondering does this applies to cycling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the quarreys were all blocked. Probably because of cases of people drowning in it haha. Awww man what a waste! the water were clear blue man!! Till next time, i would like to try the rocky trails wootz rather than the normal tracks.. so boring. As for now the weather is smiling at me hinting me that swimming is the ideal thing to do now lol. k byee byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1748436794135202830?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1748436794135202830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1748436794135202830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1748436794135202830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1748436794135202830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/cycling-at-ubin-was-great-lol.html' title='Pula Ubin &gt; Sentosa'/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-7577991346543221122</id><published>2007-09-04T05:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:42:32.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wished time had stoped =(</title><content type='html'>I told myself this was it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not gonna miss this chance again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stops passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the destination, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 stops felt instantaneous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words were still clogged at the brim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent i almost got chocked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances just simply sliped away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-7577991346543221122?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7577991346543221122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=7577991346543221122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7577991346543221122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/7577991346543221122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wished-time-had-stoped.html' title='I wished time had stoped =('/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8533157608705078992</id><published>2007-09-03T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:18:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been like months since i blogged. Thomas helped me changed the outlook of my blog. Least it doesn't look that childish anymore haha. So much had happened ever since i stop blogging, i dun know where i should start lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with gaming, recently my team had made a few achievement, capl 2Nd , ulupandan cc 1st and wcg 4th. Although am quiting gaming due to studies i wish my team all the best in the future competition. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for umm my study plans. I have decided to quit school. Of course i still wanna study, duh! Am quiting mainly because i dun have any interest in this course am in. So yea, am quiting school to served first. After that i'll go Australia to study. Maybe wad i need now is a new environment, peace and quiet. I guess quiting gaming is also the first step in reaching my goal too because its sort of a waste of time 7 hrs in front of a computer lol. I'll definitely miss all my class mates who has been really enthu and patience wif me lol. I know i have been kinda to myself when i went into that course but you guys continued to try to interact with me. Ha i really appreciate it guys. Especially MingLi &lt;--- our leader, Ben, jacky, Cs not forgeting the rest of the class. Love you guys. Promise i'll visit u guys when i have the time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since am already blogging i would like to talk about my close buddies haha. Of course that would include qd chek espcially in this particular post. A couple of days ago we went serangoon gardens --&gt; liquid kitchen. Had a "man-ly talk" and we poured out all our problems or maybe most? lol We chat till 2am. And it didnt stop there lol. We continued @ chek's void deck till 4am. cool huh? you must be thinking what does 3 grown up MAN have so much to talk about lol. I can only say you have to try it out. You'll be surprise of the things you'll talk about haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway reason for me to point out this incident is because in the past usually we'll have one more buddy that will definitely join us in this "talks" and "chillout".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Mike. I have known mike since sec1 probably the first fren i've got in secondary school. If i encounter any problem i look up to mike am sure he will too. That was how closed we were back then.He was my best friend. I dun know when did our friendship started to drift apart. Me and chek were talking about how we had those long conference talks like almost every forthright. How we would do almost anything together. It really saddens me that we aren't that close any more. I remember things probably started to turn sour after we started gaming together, there were many issues would raise arguments. Eventually this issues started to build up and maybe that's when we started to not be close. &lt;br /&gt;Since then, every time when we had a chance to go out together, it'll end with all the sarcastic talks. Over time we didn't meet out or talk anymore accept for the occasional hi bye kinda thing at school. Come to think of it i really miss those times me chek and mike went for movies lol. We would keep making chek laugh to the pt that the whole cinema only has his laughter haha. Until now chek even blames us for having a wider mouth because of us making him laugh. HAHHA. Oh well, am just reminiscing the times we had together. ahhh i wish i can still savage things up now. If i had a choice now i wouldn't even had started gaming. I think the only thing i should be gratefull for gaming is knowing hy. Yea thats about it. Anyway mike if ur reading this just wan to say am sorry. Hopefully things would get better from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Don't take friendship for granted. And pls dun quarrel over trivial things. I really cant stand seeing those ppl on irc quarreling over some draft matters or whatsoever. Its childish come on...For now i shall stop thinking too much and have a gd afternoon nap the weather is telling me to do so... =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8533157608705078992?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8533157608705078992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8533157608705078992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8533157608705078992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8533157608705078992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-like-months-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8045065295357788769</id><published>2007-05-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:32:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from lan training session with my dota team at azure. Very satisfied with the training today because everyone was cooperative and teamwork was improving. Compared to the time when we just formed the team hah total crap, everyone was playing their own game. Feeling pretty tired nowadays to the extend that sometimes i dunno wad am feeling lol, tired ? or sleepy? or they are the same? maybe because of the homeworks or rather the effort in getting to understand the topic.That really kills lots of braincells which causes me to feel so restless all the time. Also because of gaming ahh..ironic huh? gaming shd be fun and relaxing... but wif the competition around the corner, gaming because a stressfull thing. instead of stress reliveeing, it increases it. Damn i think am gonna have white hair soon. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday's the Capl open and guess wads so cool about it this yr? The competition kicks start at 12am &lt;-- note its Am not Pm. lol Theme for this yr is Midnight madness. Really literally madness lol. Wonder how ppl are gonna stay away at 4am lol although i feel that most of us could ? coz we are still YOUNG! HAH and also because gaming is thoughout the night for us. So i guess its the most alert period for us to game?  imagine everyone starts to slp and take naps in e2max? lol or outside cineleisure lmao. it'll sure be a interesting scene lol. Worst thing for me on that day is my school.. grr it finishes at 5pm or later, and am suppose to rush to cineleisure after school oh man. Maybe i shall slp during the screening of Shrek3 lol. its so not my type of movie lol. Who cares huh? its free anyway LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after studying, chek came over to my place and we shared our dairy lol. He read mine and i read his. We talked bout lots of things mostly personal stuff. Pouring out our sorrrows on each other and it really felt good to have some one that is close enuff to share ur feelings with. At least u knoe that there is someone that u can really trust. Thx chek. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway after reading, we concluded that online blogging is totally different from writing a journal or a dairy. Blog is more like a superficial kinda thing. Sad to say most of us keeps the real feelings in ourselves rather than blogging it up. Firstly because certain feelings and gestures are not to be reveal to any tom dick and harry. Secondly nobody really cares? and u'll probably get flame for certain feelings that u dun feel right about or certain feelings that is not convienient to be publicised. So yea.. have to be pretty carefull wif the words in blogging. Example i cant express how much i like him/her even tho this my true feelings. Even if u do. Waves of comments starts coming, which i dun think any of us would wan to handle.  &lt;br /&gt;So yea maybe i shd stop blogging? haha afterall am just trying. I'll continue writing my journal although i have stoped for quite some time lol. Oh and dun get the wrong idea, am not saying that blogging sux or anything lol. its just some of my thoughts about it. Peace =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8045065295357788769?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8045065295357788769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8045065295357788769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8045065295357788769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8045065295357788769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-got-back-from-lan-training-session.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5575216260598148879</id><published>2007-05-21T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T04:53:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished a game of dota, which ended up in wif full of BMs LOL. Of course its not very polite but its pretty fun Lol. k i knoe am mean. Umm now i understand why mike BM so much in pubs? or sth in match LOl. Feels good huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway signed up for CAPL today wif my newly formed team ! Hah! Team name is very simple lol Team Alternative. Finally jeff gets to play competitive dota again, very much looking forward for it! WooHooo finally get to sit there and PLAY and not crowd around spectating. Although teamwork is not that good yet, hopefully by playing more games tgt it'll improve =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh tmr is monday again..boring lessons till 5pm giveupp.... Wonder why Weekends pass so quickly and weekdays passes so slowly. To think of it i wish i was in JC for this time of the yr LOL. Its the JUNE HOLIDAYS omg. *envy hy and brandon*  They can enjoy at the comfort of their bed while we are here pulling ourselves up for school. Some fairness pls... Poly is tough too k! They have one month holidays while we have 2 weeks. WTH!  Damn. If holidays are coming it means that my projects and assigment's Deadline is near. In other words, it means that i have to start completing it. Stress lvl just increased again. Giveup. K shall not think too much for now its time to slp. Its 5 in the morning and i stillhave class later at 10am. School suxs!!! k nITe all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5575216260598148879?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5575216260598148879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5575216260598148879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5575216260598148879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5575216260598148879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-finished-game-of-dota-which-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-8614282327503607823</id><published>2007-05-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:51:23.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had my badminton School team trial..shagggedd. No idea whether i'll get in just hope lol... there are only 17 of us and yet they still have to flitter us out. Sadness haha. It was so nice of jm to walk me to the bus stop after badminton and walk back to sch to wait for his dad... thannsk duddee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish class at 230 today, went to velocity wif qd to get a shoe bag! i have gotten a new balance shoe bag pretty big and its only 16bucks! Too bad for those whos thinking of getting it coz its the LAST piece! lalallaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway heres a little sth.. tell me whos the dirty minded one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : When u wan to queue for the donuts at raffles city? I cant stop thinking of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Think of holes, Thats sick leh u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Your sick pls. the Donuts no hole one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Aiyo means the Doughnut is guy la? HAHA Ass leh you SICKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA so whos the sick one guys? A or B?  you wont wanna knoe WHOS that B! LOL its  fer u to GUESS LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-8614282327503607823?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8614282327503607823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=8614282327503607823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8614282327503607823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/8614282327503607823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-had-my-badminton-school-team-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-6916819284871600540</id><published>2007-05-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:05:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great finally i can blog almost gave up on this LOl thx to QD for giving me that info on the changes done by singnet. =) WahAha for those who have the same problem as me. Heres the steps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For IE 7.0 &amp; below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tools -&gt; Internet Options&lt;br /&gt;2. Click on "Connections" page tab&lt;br /&gt;3. Click on "LAN Settings" button (if you are using Broadband)&lt;br /&gt;4. Check "Use a proxy server for your LAN ..." checkbox&lt;br /&gt;5. Click on "Advanced" button&lt;br /&gt;6. Under HTTP type, input "proxy.singnet.com.sg" for proxy address and "8080" for port&lt;br /&gt;7. Click on "OK" button 3 times to confirm changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked for me. So if it doesn't for u then umm get a new com? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn just when i can start blogging again, i have nth to blog about... oh well some other days then. Gym sure tires one out. k Good nite all time fer bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-6916819284871600540?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6916819284871600540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=6916819284871600540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6916819284871600540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/6916819284871600540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-finally-i-can-blog-almost-gave-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-9210882805343390600</id><published>2007-05-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:22:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BuRp. just had chicken rice at novena for dinner cum supper lol. Delicious!! YawnZ feel damn sleepy at the moment but cant sleep due to the chicken rice lOl too full and bloated grrr so i decided to blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today accompanied hy to get her black heels for her student cousil investiture. Watching the every picky hy choose her heels is pretty interesting lol. At least now i know what gals look out for when they are shopping?  or rather how hy shops lol cool... Met wif qd afterwards at around 5pm, funny enuff he needs a black shoes too LOL for his presentation tmr lOl but at least his super fast in his selection lol unlike erm*. when on to Azure for 2 match wif xigua hy and QD! lol all WINS! at least didnt waste money. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was thinking of a question after qd told me about him liking some one for more than 11 months le.. Impressive hor so long le still haven changed. &lt;br /&gt;So is there any limit to likeing someone for how long? And even after he/she express no feelings for you, what would be the outcome of continously liking he/she? umm i hvae no idea.. I guess try again or sth? no idea.. haha k game tiem dun think too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-9210882805343390600?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9210882805343390600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=9210882805343390600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9210882805343390600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9210882805343390600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/burp.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-2112286706981836474</id><published>2007-05-03T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:51:02.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home and its already 130am!!! omg how am i gonna wake up tmr!!! All because of SPIDERMAN3 @#$@%, its not very nice because the whole story is too draggy and it made me miss the last train grrr got to waste money cabbing again LOL. GG for tmr's meals...i would have to bring my own lunchbox already LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i chatted with chek while waiting for the cab.. we decided that since we already had to pay mid night charges might as well have a good chat b4 we go home. Umm today's topic is about relationship - Should we go after a gal that already has a boyfriend? - yea that was it.  This topic is rather subjective because we agreed on certain situation and disagreed on others. We discussed on for example if a couple is very loving we shd back off but on other case like if the bf is mean to the gf or things like that we can or should give it a try. You knoe guys talk? lol.. Of course we talked about more personal stuff and so on. I shall not go into it, or else it wont be called personal stuff?  lol. Some of my buddies might noe wad is this "personal stuff" about lOL k shhhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea i forgot to give a rating for spidy! i'll give it 7/10 all 3 marks gone because of the draggy part but VENOM saved the day! if it wasnt for venom which loook so damn cool i'll probably give it a 5 only. And YES!! i got someone's email already!! HAHA HaPPY! o_&lt; weeeee~~ k good night all. SWEET SWEET dreams!  =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-2112286706981836474?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2112286706981836474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=2112286706981836474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2112286706981836474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/2112286706981836474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-got-back-home-and-its-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-1233546918539840486</id><published>2007-05-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:37:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks since i updated. Nice template huh by thomas haha thanks! Umm poly life is not that interesting afterall nth much to blog about because everyday is just plain, boring lectures that can make u doze of in a matter of seconds. Worst part is you have to be awake in order to understand. If u doze off, thats it. LOoL you'll be left behide to catch up on ur own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenging huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on i had dinner at fish&amp;Co wif Hy and Chek. My first time lol, i had the swordfish colar wif fries..yumyum would definetely introduce it to my frens  =)&lt;br /&gt;After that Chek taught me mechanics which i sucked in..PhysiCs is da shit. Sob.. no choice but to try to start loving it LOL. Tmr chek said his gonna pon his lesson to join my lectures LOl we'll see about it whether he'll really do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thats it for now! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SITU! MuACKS =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-1233546918539840486?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1233546918539840486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=1233546918539840486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1233546918539840486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/1233546918539840486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-weeks-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-9032969457220210112</id><published>2007-04-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:54:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today as usual had tutorials and stuff from 8am to 3pm. Kinda tiring accept for the first 2 hrs of the day. Teaching us how to use this program called AUTO CAD to draw on the com. Pretty interesting i shd say because compared to the other lesson teaching you everything that is already on the lecture notes..bleh *hellooo we can read ourselves duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, i accompanied qd to Club crawl again cause he wans to sign up for band and i cant help but take a few quick glance at Tammy lol. She's damn chio compared to her scandalous vids lol. Unfortunately she's in Cheerleading which doesn't interest me wahaha. Too bad. This afternoon was also my first time into the library!!! Damn nice, peace and quiet. I think am gonna stay back everyday to study in the library!! Anyone wanna do the same? lol Those in JCs are welcome too! No need pass or whatsoever. Great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol then in the evening after spending 10bucks on cab wif leo to Oschool we found out theres no class today. Argg. Waste money! Hy shd help pay that 10bucks LOL coz we gave her super advise on techiques to run for tmr's 200m!! LOL. *HY IF U WIN MEALS ON U K* THANKS. GOOD LUCK!! Lmk the results! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-9032969457220210112?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9032969457220210112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=9032969457220210112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9032969457220210112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/9032969457220210112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-as-usual-had-tutorials-and-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5808848705966920066</id><published>2007-04-16T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:41:10.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm first day of school today.. 1 hour later i'll be going to school!!! WOotz! finally school starts, surprisingly am not nervous or what lol. In fact am pretty happy hah...not because of my class tho, because i can see my eye-candy today!! RAWR!! WAHAHAH lecture today! Mike called me early this morning and guess wad he told me? He said he have no one to talk to.. none of them has the same or similar character. Sad hor... his in the same plight as me. Fk man at least am just a bit better than mike because i have a EYE CANDY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE, MAYBE i could get to know her later. Hopefully! FIrst step, Sit next to her lol that is if am fast enough lol. So am gonna bath now and leave early. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5808848705966920066?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5808848705966920066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5808848705966920066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5808848705966920066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5808848705966920066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/umm-first-day-of-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-5161302176653789428</id><published>2007-04-13T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:26:03.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIdnt get a chance to update because of some stupid error which dun allows me to sign in. lOl finally.  Had a chalet last weekend at changi umm nth much there to talk about lol it was more of a gathering only thing was it is damn boring  there.  There wasn't any shops nor any places to have fun. Accpet for those old building which looks freaking errie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 10th and 11th i had my orientation. Another dissapointment, first is about my class few of them look ah beng like and the gals are cmi accept for 2 and my only eye candle is in the next class.. omg man.. lucky my class only have 17 students. Could say its a small class, omg i couldn't imagine if the class was bigger like maybe 20+ 30.. ah bengs x2 GG. No peace = no study.  Secondly i have to spend like 80+ on some stupid clothes boots and even a vernia calipers. WTF? When i said i have one at home the guy said nope u need a 30cm one not the small one. Yea 30cm for $30. Fking feel like i tio scam. And lastly the games and stuff are damn boring.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how am gonna go thru this 3 yrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  popping class todae due to teacher not around. No wonder todae so free lol. Not a bad thing lol can rest more, been kinda sickly the past few days coughing like mad block nose ahh irritating. At least i had a new phone in return lol my mom picked it up at the park lOL? cool huh? so guys when i ask u guys to come jogging it could be a blessing in disguise lol. Hopefully more phoness to come?  HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-5161302176653789428?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5161302176653789428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=5161302176653789428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5161302176653789428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/5161302176653789428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/didnt-get-chance-to-update-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-742694819467998557</id><published>2007-04-07T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:18:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went clubbing @ DXO on Good friday eve with hy oscar qd brandon leonard and hy's 2 fren. loL gReat fun accpet for the stupid waiting and queneing which is uber long. It was oscar qd and hy's first time clubbing and ithink they didnt knoe wad to do lol cause they were kinda stoning when everyone else was dancing away. HAHA cute huh? Esp the guys lol unexpectably they are shy ppl LOL could u believe that? TT Oscar ? Shy? jokes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la one thing i must point out..there is an unusually large number of guys compared to gals. U knoe theres this stand where u can actually see the dancefloor from above, u will notice that its hard to spot a gal in there coz there are a lot more guys. GG ratio was about 8 guys to 2 gals. To add on to that miserable number out of that 2 gal 1 is attached. TT and how u knoe it? When u dance with this gal you'll notice that there will be this pair of eyes staring at u... Hinting *BUzZ off duDe shes MINE* What the hell man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was all of us were dancing wif one gal hy.. HAHA weird? 5 guys crowding around one gal like tikoLOL.  Unfortunately didnt get to knoe any gals! ARRG wanted to knoe brans class mate but didn get a chance to see her after we went in.. DAMN. Maybe next time HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i would like to thanks howard for getting us in thru da "express way" LOL or else we have to line up for more than an hour to get in !! Next time if got event remember to jIO k?  lOl k dota time brans waiting and i think my father just went in the room!! nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-742694819467998557?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/742694819467998557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=742694819467998557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/742694819467998557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/742694819467998557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-clubbing-dxo-on-good-friday-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057002725792511494.post-243377309675209902</id><published>2007-04-02T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:58:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fking sian-ed. I still have the same old fking problem that i had in the past when i play matches. I have this weird fear of engaging when its actually possible. i just played a match and am SK, the thd just froze the pugna and the es just spamed his fissure on him too. His only left with enchant totem that can stop my epic, but the thd was far from him meaning i could have just stun and epic the thd. But i didn't. I have this fear that some one would back them up, and some how my epic is gonna be stop. wtf? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we playing against good or prominent teams i will have this fear to engage them even tho the situation does call for an engagement. i will think of lots of excuse in order not to go. The fact is am scared. WTF? theres this fear inside which is totally crapping the hell out of me. And stoping me from playing better. GIVEUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing is i dun trust my team mates. Even tho they are big names from dota. They will tend to ask u to go epic blink epic etc when u feel that wtf thats impossible. For the case of this game, the pugna was swapped and vs was beside me. What i did was to stun him. But the pugna told me that i shd have BLINK EPIC. HOW THE FUCK? when the VS is just FUCKING BESIDE ME? Some one pls tell me?  shd i stun him or shd i have epic and went in? ---&gt; the thing is could my epic even be out? Unless the vs is stupid enuff not to stun me?  MAYBE?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i admit that there were times that i didnt epic when theres a chance and am sry but for more than 50% of the time they asked me to epic in am really reluctant. And when i really did and the epic wasnt nice enuff they start to whine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand it man. its like "Mr. DotaPro" ask u to GOOGOGOGGO and inside u ur not willing but have to, and when u really go and unfortunately u died everything will be ur fault again... wth? Best thing is if u die and u die for a gd reason its fine but nth was achieved. Mannnn....what to do? IMPROVE duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lost. I'll shall play more matches than pub to improve. DOTA FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057002725792511494-243377309675209902?l=tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/feeds/243377309675209902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057002725792511494&amp;postID=243377309675209902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/243377309675209902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057002725792511494/posts/default/243377309675209902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastelesslybitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/fking-sian-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Name: Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635807722823546977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5o29DWdCuLg/SLuHzpU7FgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUyi4RwRTvU/S220/Pictures+357.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
