<?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-6368099</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:09:45.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>merv's</title><subtitle type='html'>the public private blog. 
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nothing important in my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-6918593277223252092</id><published>2007-06-16T04:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T05:02:42.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the road to victory is long and arduous</title><content type='html'>i have been playing an online poker tournament for the past 2 and a half hours and i'm very tired. &lt;br /&gt;it's close to 5am and i wan to sleep. but perseverance is key. &lt;br /&gt;lucky can explain many things. &lt;br /&gt;but luck cannot explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNfNen6TGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HbhCaa7bN6Y/s1600-h/chip+leader.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNfNen6TGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HbhCaa7bN6Y/s320/chip+leader.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076505890140081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNgz-n6TJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TrmZENbN4b4/s1600-h/massive+chip+lead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNgz-n6TJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TrmZENbN4b4/s320/massive+chip+lead.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076507651076672658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNfb-n6TII/AAAAAAAAAAk/1szTYxwuwX4/s1600-h/tier1second.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNfb-n6TII/AAAAAAAAAAk/1szTYxwuwX4/s320/tier1second.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076506139248184450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is skill!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;oh my i am so damn sleepy. i just wanna get to the final table. 9th place pays 11 and 1st pays 112.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be paid somewhere in between that range. that is enough for me. but all i wanna do now is sleep. &lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-6918593277223252092?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/6918593277223252092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/6918593277223252092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6918593277223252092' title='the road to victory is long and arduous'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RnNfNen6TGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HbhCaa7bN6Y/s72-c/chip+leader.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-7795107430010548156</id><published>2007-06-03T04:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T04:20:25.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on tilt</title><content type='html'>help.&lt;br /&gt;i need help.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;can't believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-7795107430010548156?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7795107430010548156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7795107430010548156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7795107430010548156' title='on tilt'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-4766268778769926528</id><published>2007-05-30T07:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:21:03.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>poker tournament</title><content type='html'>yeah, finished it in 198th place, but only because i wanna go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;its 13 usd anyways, and i'm pretty fine with that. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-4766268778769926528?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/4766268778769926528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/4766268778769926528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4766268778769926528' title='poker tournament'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-3876768428416570895</id><published>2007-05-30T05:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:11:35.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why i live</title><content type='html'>now that my exams have ended, i have nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;i get the required amount of sleep that a nubile young soul like me should get, i drink enough water, i breathe enough oxygen, and i am pretty alright. there is however, a great lack of activities to occupy myself with. most of the time, i'm up by 3, and by that time, there is quite few activities for me to do. i could go for walks, but the weather has recently turned much colder and it is not very conducive for me to be hanging about the place like a young punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed i wrote all of that in one single unformatted paragraph, which is very unbecoming of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also go to the gym less often, partly due to sloth. if the concept of reincarnation is true, i think i was a sloth in my past life, and will be a slow loris in my next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i play a great deal of poker nowadays. at least 30% of my waking hours are spent on playing poker. if you count talking and thinking about poker, i say at least 60% of my waking hours are spent on poker. i am becoming slowly addicted to poker, though i must say that i'm not a very bad poker player. in fact, i think i might just be at least one of the top 50 poker players in singapore, if there were such a competition. i mean, with the amount of time i spend playing poker, surely, i must be of a decent standard? i shall put my great LSE education to good use and utilise the fundamentals of statistics to put the edge in my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is also the reason why i'm still awake at 6.04 am. i'm playing an online poker tournament, and i'm hoping to finish in the money, so i'm still stuck here, grinding out my chips, hoping to place somewhere within the money. in poker terms, to say that you finish in the money means that you finish in a spot that has a cash prize with it. in this case, the tournament which i'm taking part in, that's the top 216. so many, you say? well, there was 1377 entrants, so that's like the top 20%, which is pretty alright. the top prize is 2588 us dollars, which is alot of money, though i don't think i might win it. i'd be happy to just win the 216th prize, which is like 13 us dollars. given that there's 516 players left, i just might make it into the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i talk alot about poker. if i spent so much time thinking about my studies, i would definitely be a book prize winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i catched the lion king musical today, and it was alright. i think they have very interesting costumes, but the storyline is a little boring for me. indeed it is,  in the first place, it's a kiddy story. but as things goes, we all need a bit of culture once in awhile to enlighten our culturally dry souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's that. &lt;br /&gt;one day, i shall be going to the museum to see this exhibition on some chinese paintings of deities. i think that is quite an interesting thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna go to selfridges to shop, but right now, i don't have the bankroll to do it. maybe after winning the 1st prize in the tourney i just might be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late. i've gotta finish this game, and then off to bed we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lengthy entry this, isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and watch this jap drama called my boss my hero. it's uber funny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-3876768428416570895?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3876768428416570895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3876768428416570895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3876768428416570895' title='why i live'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-8227045131313605536</id><published>2007-05-23T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T03:38:42.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction</title><content type='html'>today i took part in a poker tournament.&lt;br /&gt;there were 71 people in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;it lasted for 4 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;it cost me 35 pounds to enter.&lt;br /&gt;and i finished 4th.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;very happy.&lt;br /&gt;it was my first tournament.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that there are many to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what immense satisfaction one gets from the littlest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-8227045131313605536?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/8227045131313605536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/8227045131313605536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8227045131313605536' title='satisfaction'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-5567185702386151994</id><published>2007-05-16T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:19:00.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crunch time</title><content type='html'>ok, it's currently midnight 16th may, and i've got a math exam to sit for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if past records are anything to go by, i'd probably ace this exam. &lt;br /&gt;however, past records count for nought here. &lt;br /&gt;will i be able to conquer this little hurdle in my life? or will i stumble and fall short of glory?&lt;br /&gt;well, only time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;my preparation has been adequate, but not over-adequate such that i can be readily confident of anything they throw to me. i guess that's the price to pay for not camping in the library daily and imbibing the wise words of the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. tomorrow, we shall see whether it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i guess i shouldn't worry so much. after all, the die has been cast, and the stage is set. all that matters now is for me to unveil the cloth covering it. &lt;br /&gt;what a deterministic view of life.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;i need that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-5567185702386151994?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5567185702386151994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5567185702386151994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5567185702386151994' title='crunch time'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-5636772286200700183</id><published>2007-05-09T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:06:27.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>midweek madness?</title><content type='html'>there is a foreboding sense of exams creeping up against me.&lt;br /&gt;my first paper is in 7 days time. my last in 12. &lt;br /&gt;it is easy to study for exams, especially when u factor in my lack of mental activity for the last 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;is it too presumptious of me to say it is easy to study for exams when everyone is mugging their head off?&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that it is rather easy, but exams are but a small part of my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people feel that their lives are incomplete, that their life sucks, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it is not especially difficult to find contentment.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you don't ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-5636772286200700183?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5636772286200700183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5636772286200700183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5636772286200700183' title='midweek madness?'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-5599664651975481168</id><published>2007-05-05T03:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T04:03:13.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>set my soul alight</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;the time has finally come!&lt;br /&gt;one of my uk friends recently remarked to me about migrating to singapore to be a minister! yeah! well done singapore, the ministerial pay rise is even attracting foreign ministerial talent! good job! in a land where foreign talent is everything, i'm sure the government will be pleased to hear that english folks wanna migrate to singapore to be ministers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note altogether, studying for exams have taken a slight detour, but we shall resume regular programming soon. i really hope to be able to get this over and done with (who doesn't) so that i can resume my life without having a constant nagging guilty feeling that i don't study hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that life has been looking good of late.&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;that's all that matters really.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-5599664651975481168?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5599664651975481168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/5599664651975481168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5599664651975481168' title='set my soul alight'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-7107036239459003662</id><published>2007-04-29T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:20:06.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>they refused to fall</title><content type='html'>it's been an eternity since i've posted here, but i suddenly felt like posting something here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm finally, and sadly, back in london. &lt;br /&gt;london is pretty nice at this period of time, with it being spring and all, and all the trees finally having leaves and pretty little flowers blooming all about the place. &lt;br /&gt;it's quite nice actually, if only i didn't despise the way of life here. it's like a reverse colonial mindset that i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, we (finally) had the SPL thing, which went by quite eventfully. improv was quite hilarious and fun, interesting stuff i must say. and i got myself a place in the exco together with shimmie. it was quite unexpected really, with vanessa just coming over and asking me. maybe it was cos everyone didnt wanna do the dirty job, and me being me, would agree to just about anything, considering my lack of morality. so i did it, and voila, now i'm in the hot seat. it's not anything daunting really, for nothing much really daunts me nowadays. i think it's something to do with my attitude that leaves nothing much to worry about nowadays. it's a very transcient lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;we ended the gathering by going for dinner, at (no surprises) furama. &lt;br /&gt;it's funny how whenever SPL meets, the conversation has to veer towards sex and it's derivatives somehow. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's not very surprising is it, considering the biological make-up of SPL. this what happens when creative minds meet. there's a sExplosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like rock nowadays. things like fall out boy, death cab for cutie, bowling for soup etc. they've got some rather creative lyrics and nice tunes. i especially like it when everything shuts up and all u can hear is the bass guitar. i must say bass guitarists have been on the rise in recent times. bass guitarists used to be the losers who faded into the background as the lead guitarist injected their furious rifs. but they've suddenly become the strong dark person who emerges in times of crisis with their unpredictable counter-melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming up soon, and i'm very predictably starting to study, though not even half as hard as some of the more conscientious people around here. its not that i like seeing people fall or things like that, but i really don't like people who mug very hard. i especially like it when the same people get bad results. it's not that i like to gloat, but i think its just that throughout my life, something in me grew to slowly despise these people who bury their faces in books. perhaps it's me never being able to match up to these people in mugging (never really liked that term; i prefer studying) or perhaps it's just my innate repulsion for the singaporean education system. &lt;br /&gt;u know, the only point of rote learning is to score well in the exams, that's all. where's all the scholarship gone to nowadays? bah, at least 70% of the people here must have devoted insane amount of hours to memorising their stuff to get the As required to get in here anyways.&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me LSE would be flooded with people who were like that. but then again, if i knew, i might still come here, for the simple fact that it IS the london school of Economics. and my deranged obsession with economics would drive me here anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is pretty late, and i've been taking extremely long breaks from my studying. but i'm coping anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's time for a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-7107036239459003662?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7107036239459003662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7107036239459003662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7107036239459003662' title='they refused to fall'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-6083479910273255505</id><published>2007-04-17T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:49:58.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you won't miss me</title><content type='html'>i'm going to indonesia tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;so if there's like a bomb blast or earthquake, you know you can delete my name from your phone book (if you haven't already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you also know that if you suddenly see an update here, then the concept of an afterlife exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you also know that this is one of the many reasons why i'm going to fail my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;it's 4.50am.&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sleeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-6083479910273255505?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/6083479910273255505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/6083479910273255505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6083479910273255505' title='i know you won&apos;t miss me'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-19193779348845382</id><published>2007-04-12T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:58:30.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn happy about this day.&lt;br /&gt;i wont have to deal with talk of &lt;br /&gt;"i'm from singapore"&lt;br /&gt;"oh! isn't that somewhere in china?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOWSADAYS&lt;br /&gt;the new conversation is &lt;br /&gt;"i'm from singapore"&lt;br /&gt;"oh! that's the place where ministers are paid a record amount. what's that figure again? 3 million isn't it!"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"oh boy! singapore's prime minister's pay is enough to pay for the combined prime minister's pay of the top 3 economies in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-19193779348845382?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/19193779348845382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/19193779348845382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#19193779348845382' title='finally!'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-3797940938544225024</id><published>2007-04-06T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:51:15.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god it feels like forever</title><content type='html'>ok dude.&lt;br /&gt;here's the game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 7th april.&lt;br /&gt;and school reopens on the 23rd of april.&lt;br /&gt;which is in 16 days time. &lt;br /&gt;but that's inconsquential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams start on the 16th of may. &lt;br /&gt;that's 39 days away.&lt;br /&gt;39 days, 4 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what say you step up the game.&lt;br /&gt;rev the engine up once more, and get past this hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;it's not something you're unfamiliar with anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA100 16/05/2007 10:00&lt;br /&gt;EC102 18/05/2007 10:00&lt;br /&gt;ST102 21/05/2007 10:00&lt;br /&gt;PH103 21/05/2007 14:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, it's 44 days away from heaven. and then u can start living like a god amongst men. 44 days. that's not forever.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when life begins. &lt;br /&gt;no nagging worries at the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;ample time to concentrate on what's really important.&lt;br /&gt;but for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one ever told you that forever feels like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-3797940938544225024?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3797940938544225024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3797940938544225024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3797940938544225024' title='oh god it feels like forever'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-3578954217147864340</id><published>2007-04-04T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:58:07.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know what i'd do</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i've been here, and the number of visitors to this place is dwindling down. which is actually a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of late, i've not been doing much.&lt;br /&gt;recovering from my emotional damage, and then mulling about. most of my time is spent sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;mainly sleeping. there's not much else that i'd do really. i haven't even been to town since i came back to singapore. &lt;br /&gt;guess i have to assimilate back into society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not doing a very good job at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and circumstances are not helping either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to elaborate on things really because of the way they are, but sometimes, that's the way life is. &lt;br /&gt;u devote all your efforts to a single cause, only to be told that you've been misguided and misled for the bulk of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's frustrating isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess so. you've just gotta live, and let live.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard to explain things, but i guess that's the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day i'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;not for now though. &lt;br /&gt;now, it's just a broken pipe dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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matrix?</title><content type='html'>hies.&lt;br /&gt;its been long since i updated here.&lt;br /&gt;so now im finally back home in singapore, where there's abundant sunshine. where there's home. &lt;br /&gt;pity home got a little smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes when you have a bad dream and you know its a dream and you just force urself to wake up and heave an enormous sigh of relief that its all but a dream?&lt;br /&gt;what happens when that situation translate to reality, and no matter how many times you force yourself it just doesn't change the situation and you won't wake up from it? it's not possible to just pop out of reality into the program and say "dude, what was that all about?" it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;that's life for you. unexpectedly destined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;it's crazy, it is. when everything you do just drains you out so badly that you just want to throw in the towel and say hey, stop screwing about. it drains you. it really does. what's this about? it's just so. unbelievable. did the programmers make a mistake here? &lt;br /&gt;or is this just another of those wicked experiments designed to understand the human psyche? sociology for all it's worth. all these higher ups messing about with the system. tweaking it just for pleasure and leisure. &lt;br /&gt;what's this all supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;will some destitute programmer please enlighten me? teach me to tweak this bloody wicked matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-8165945933600458880?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/8165945933600458880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RgHqCDbr4hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g4wZqIfY4y8/s320/greece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044570378633732626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all,&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from my hedonistic escapades in the hellenic nation of greece. overall, it was an excellent trip i should say.&lt;br /&gt;great company and great country. so, that's all that's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight there takes like 4 hours and we got there by easyjet. i think easyjet's pretty alright for short-haul flights. especially when they put their flight timings at such weird hours and people are so tired that they just sleep on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. on to greece. &lt;br /&gt;athens is a really charming little city that manages to maintain a great deal of character and flavour in its streets and people. when you first arrive, it hits you like a shot of warm air that this city looks like some asian countries like malaysia, thailand, indonesia, etc. but it's in europe. &lt;br /&gt;but the special thing about it is that greece has some sort of inexplicable charm to it that lets it stand out.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the way in which the cars move on the street. maybe its the way the people walk about, i don't know for sure really, but it sure is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;and the greek people are really affable and friendly too. on our first day, we had quite a tough time looking for the hostel that we're supposed to stay in, so we spent like close to 2 hours looking for the stupid road. and we asked for lots of directions along the way. but all the people we asked were really helpful and there was even this old man who totally went out of the way to guide us to our location. really helpful. &lt;br /&gt;and they were generally very very forthcoming and helpful with directions. there was this once we were just walking down the street looking at the map and this greek guy in his mid 20s just came up to us and asked if we needed help. nice, moral people. little wonder that the greek civilisation was such a prosperous civilisation with such a long history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sights.&lt;br /&gt;the sights were really grand. i mean, i've seen buildings that i thought were grand, like st pauls cathedral and all those funny buildings that appear in england. but the acropolis is another matter altogether. it is GRAND. it is not only grand, but it strikes such an imposing figure on the skyline, and up close, you could get transported back to ancient greece through the mere sight of it. it's really really really beautiful. pictures do it no justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greece is also a country with no skyscrapers, so the view from higher grounds is really nice, and u could see miles and miles away. the first night, we climbed up the acropolis and watched the city transit into night as the sun set. it was a classically surreal, murakami-esque moment. if i could choose a moment in time to freeze forever in, i guess that would be it. &lt;br /&gt;and there's the olympic stadium, and the zappio, and so many other sights that it has to offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was really good too. &lt;br /&gt;not exactly cheap, but value for money and utmostly satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;it has alot of meat and stuff, rather turkish in a way, with the kebabs and all those  things, but i guess there's abit of mediterranean influence too. but anyways i like the food i had in greek and whilst i'm not exactly good with words, especially when the savoury temptations reduce me to a spluttering blob, i must say that greek food is excellent. and i absolutely adore the greek yogurt with honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeece.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's late and i should be off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;but to be continued. &lt;br /&gt;and photos in future.&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-7566974816674870668?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7566974816674870668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/7566974816674870668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7566974816674870668' title='faces that launched a thousand ships'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_goHb7vuIIvM/RgHqCDbr4hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g4wZqIfY4y8/s72-c/greece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-3354816407894765839</id><published>2007-03-16T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:02:21.434Z</updated><title type='text'>can't deny this</title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;so today was the final performance of the anthropology series of SPL. &lt;br /&gt;i must say that tonight's performance was really quite good, and it ended on a high note, so it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long journey, though it doesn't seem that long since i first joined SPL after feeling that perhaps i should be doing something a little more useful with my meaningless existence here in london.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, one must understand that i spend an insane amount of time with SPL. out of 7 days in a week, i spend like 4 days at SPL, so i do spend quite alot of time at SPL.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's been really fun working with SPL, and if i wanna try to act smart, i would say that it was SPLendid, but then that is just so utterly corny. well, but the truth is that i really enjoyed my time in SPL, cos some of the scripts were really good and funny, and the people in there are funny and nice to work with. it's a very relaxed and chill environment though sometimes v does get a little naggy but then again, it's all part of the deal right.&lt;br /&gt;but it's been really nice and it seems that time has passsed so fast and all those late nights in school, and the afternoons and the many numerous rehearsals have all come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;but it was a nice experience, so, live for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully there will be something nice like that next year too. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today i was emo-ing the whole day and feeling quite irritatable generally, so people who irritated me were not spared from the overflow of my irritation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, it was a hectic day and im feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;i not only feel delighted,&lt;br /&gt;i feel overjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, i head to greece.&lt;br /&gt;next friday, i head back home to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow, i have a spanish exam. &lt;br /&gt;let's deal with that first before bringing out the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's supposed to be some jap party going on now, but somehow, i don't feel all that interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i much prefer staying in my room, lying on my bed, as i fall through the depths of my induced slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the old blogger.&lt;br /&gt;this new one is too google.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like blogger to look like google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-3354816407894765839?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3354816407894765839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/3354816407894765839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3354816407894765839' title='can&apos;t deny this'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117357581692155343</id><published>2007-03-11T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:16:56.940Z</updated><title type='text'>barrier to understanding</title><content type='html'>hies.&lt;br /&gt;what's up around here?&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice and lovely, lonely saturday night today. i spent all night in, trying to do my math assignment, and tidying up the mess that is my table. i am slowly but surely clearing up the mess in my room. soon, it will be nice and neat again. &lt;br /&gt;so the past week, i have been relaxing about because there was no SPL, and i was just mucking about the place.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wasn't mucking about the place. even though i was relaxing about, i still felt tired as i was still doing alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;like poker on monday, wednesday, and friday. &lt;br /&gt;and stuffs like that that keeps me up til the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i went to kiasu for dinner. wow wow wow it was quite nice having singapore food again. i had an extremely oily mee siam, and shared a or luak and otah. but the otah was like the thai fish cake so it wasnt too good. but the prices were totally crazy. a small plate of or luak was like 5.50 pds, which is like 16.50 sgd. u could put the best oysters in there and get 10X the serving in singapore for that price!&lt;br /&gt;my mee siam was 7quid, which is ok, if you consider hotel prices in singapore. but then again, i only paid 5 cos there was a free voucher. oh. and i shared an ice kacang. the ice kacang was really damn good. heavenlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;my stomach was quite happy for days after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing lotsa poker recently, and i must say that i am improving quite well at it to turn up quite a healthy profit. which is a good thing i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna fold soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm i've also been spending quite abit of time in the gym, and its all going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117357581692155343?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117357581692155343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117357581692155343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117357581692155343' title='barrier to understanding'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117312751473493830</id><published>2007-03-05T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:45:21.506Z</updated><title type='text'>because i never told you</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;it's a fine and sunny day today but it's night now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt too tired to get my body out of bed for econs lecture today so i got an extra hour of sleep from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i went to participate in london games. however, this time, i chose to play floorball. it wasn't exactly very fun though i should say, because i played for a grand total of less than 12 minutes. this time, just like london games, i was pissed again during the games.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like all these stupid games piss me off so much i think i shouldn't take part in them in future to save myself the agony. &lt;br /&gt;u know in team games, team dynamics is really important. it only takes one cock in the team to screw up the entire game for the team. &lt;br /&gt;i think people who seldom play team games understand this fact. they don't understand the multi-faceted nature of team games or that it requires a bit of time before a team is able to work successfully together. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe it could just be me. &lt;br /&gt;yeah, i would figure that its just me being much too anal lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday,&lt;br /&gt;after all that incredible exertion, i spent the day lazing around and sleeping. which i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's week 9 now and it's only 2 more weeks til i get myself back to singapore. but what's there in singapore? &lt;br /&gt;there's good food, a comfortable bed, a car, family, home, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but then. &lt;br /&gt;something seems to be lacking right.&lt;br /&gt;not that it can be found in london.&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm asking for too much. but then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;its nearing the end of the term, and my engine is dying down again.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;u rarely know, do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117312751473493830?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117312751473493830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117312751473493830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117312751473493830' title='because i never told you'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117280101274952094</id><published>2007-03-02T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:03:32.780Z</updated><title type='text'>don't deny determinism</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;how's things going?&lt;br /&gt;it's a friday morning 1.44am and i just finished my shower.&lt;br /&gt;i got back from a merdeka night at 10pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i'd say merdeka wasn't that bad, just that it wasn't a ROCK musical per se, but rather it was a musical with a few songs with guitar riffs in it. &lt;br /&gt;i'd say that plot development wise, it was rather good, though it was lacking in certain plot details, but then again, it's a musical. &lt;br /&gt;production of the play was absolutely fantastic i must say, sets and props wise, it was very very well done. outstandingly good i should say. the lightings and stage direction was also rather well done.&lt;br /&gt;one part which i found the musical lacking in was the score, as there were rather few songs and the music wasn't exactly fantastic or awe-inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;but the lead was good though. acted and sang very well. &lt;br /&gt;but sound was quite bad, and there were moments in which there was an imbalance in the levels of the music and the singing, and some of the mikes were so lousy you couldn't hear a thing. &lt;br /&gt;overall though, i'd say it's worth 5 quid lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, &lt;br /&gt;alot of problems arise from understanding.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that the more educated we are, the less we understand.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand you, you don't understand me, we don't understand each other, nobody understands anything.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you know all your incredulous formulaes. &lt;br /&gt;you don't understand a single thing. &lt;br /&gt;and that, exactly, is the problem in society these days.&lt;br /&gt;and that, is the problem with you.&lt;br /&gt;and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, &lt;br /&gt;i've got the SPL performance tomorrow, and i should get some rest for it.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i should go to bed like now perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;okie.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117280101274952094?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117280101274952094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117280101274952094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117280101274952094' title='don&apos;t deny determinism'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117272116225755727</id><published>2007-03-01T03:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:52:42.276Z</updated><title type='text'>my world crumbles like a chocolate chip cookie when you bite into it</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;i should be going to bed soon so i guess i'll make this a short one.&lt;br /&gt;haven't written here for days.&lt;br /&gt;not that i write anywhere else, but its just that i've been so caught up with other things.&lt;br /&gt;like poker. poker. poker. SPL.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i did my philosophy essay yesterday but that's pretty much it. &lt;br /&gt;oh my oh my something has gotta save me from this immense spiral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so recently my life has been alright. socially, it isn't too bad. but social life always has an inverse effect with financial life. and financially, i'm treading in deep waters. some budget control must be in place soon before i end up scraping the bottom of the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, my love life remains zero. &lt;br /&gt;i can totally explain why it is zero, but then again, maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;maybe all along all i ever wanted was a pipe dream, which should always remain a pipe  dream. the moment you get too close to the dream, you want to distance yourself from it, for you want it to remain a dream.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this, maybe that.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should be going to bed now, instead of making all this incessant remarks. &lt;br /&gt;perhaps next time then. &lt;br /&gt;goodnights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117272116225755727?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117272116225755727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117272116225755727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117272116225755727' title='my world crumbles like a chocolate chip cookie when you bite into it'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117218773113143082</id><published>2007-02-22T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:42:11.150Z</updated><title type='text'>you've got a way</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;it is now half eleven, and i should be going to bed soon. &lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty tired, and i plan to hit the gym tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been pretty exciting and eventful, and i've been having quite alot of fun and enjoyment, except that schoolwork is pretty much piling up. that should be sorted out pretty soon i guess. &lt;br /&gt;my  budget has also been going pretty much bust, and so, i'm pretty worried about my current state of financial affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on wednesday, i played floorball. it actually is quite an interesting game, from the little experience i have playing it in JC and stuff, though it is a very unserious game. like ultimate frisbee. nobody takes you seriously when you say you are a floorball player. hahaha. but then again, it's mervyn. &lt;br /&gt;well, i had great fun running around and i was pleased to discover that my two lungs were still in good working order. but basically, i had alot of fun playing floorball. haha. nothing like a spot of sunshine midweek to brighten up everyone's days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to kintaro for some korean food and it was quite good. so i was pretty contented and happy. but to up my contentment even more, i went to the chinatown confectionery and got myself some chinese confectionery and then i was really really really quite happy. &lt;br /&gt;as happy as a lark they call it. &lt;br /&gt;but lo and behold, i went back to school at 9.30 for SPL rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was pretty much a non-event, as are all thursdays and fridays. i pretty much have a rough patch every thursday and friday, but i'm comforted by the fact that fridays are the end of a week in the glorious cycle of the LSE school calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tomorrow is a friday, and we have got so many events tomorrow. but everyone knows i'll be turning up for the SPL rehearsals instead of what U-Nite or the hotpot dinner with hot babes or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;the depth of my intense dedication knows no ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i'm pretty happy with the way my personal poker game has been turning out. &lt;br /&gt;so, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i feel that i should go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117218773113143082?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117218773113143082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117218773113143082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117218773113143082' title='you&apos;ve got a way'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117183974820246201</id><published>2007-02-18T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:02:28.223Z</updated><title type='text'>racing through</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year to one and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's chinese new years day! and the last few nights, i've been having cny eve dinners. &lt;br /&gt;friday saw me at loon tao for the singsoc chinese new year dinner, which i would say was pretty acceptable for the amount that we were paying.&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i went over to bankside for the uber-night of randomness under the guise of a chinese new year dinner. there were loads of random people with loads of random faces and loads of random talk. it was a course in randomnity. it could have easily been a scene out of a murakami book, in which everyone is in the same space, but yet, existing in their own ill-defined space. so totally. random.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it was all good fun, so it wasn't too bad. only thing being that my clothes smelled of food when i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had the chinese new year carnival thing, which, i would say, was an absolute waste of my sunday. whilst i wouldn't go so far as to condemn the carnival, i should say that the effort put into it didn't really translate into proportionate results. but then again, i guess it was a rather large-scale event. though i really only saw mostly singaporeans around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh chinese new year is such a non-event here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really. think. that things are spiralling nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, what more can i do when i never did much in the first place anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of my hall's breakfast. why do they have to serve stupid breakfast so early. why can't they serve it like 7-9 or something like that huh. it's not nice anyways. i don't wanna eat bacon and sausages anymore. i don't know how they process the bacon, and i don't know what they put into the sausages, but it sure as hell ain't gonna be good meat. &lt;br /&gt;men's health said so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;that's the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;could it be a total mirror image?&lt;br /&gt;i would like to hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117183974820246201?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117183974820246201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117183974820246201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117183974820246201' title='racing through'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117159303770776519</id><published>2007-02-16T02:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:30:37.726Z</updated><title type='text'>you were my revolution</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like 2.11 am, and gawd am i tired. no. tired is not the word. exhausted perhaps? but that's not strong enough a word. maybe completely dilapitated. ok i made that up myself but then again, words are but mere concepts. i could invent a word and make it mean a thing and as long as enough people know it, it becomes legitimate. thus, concept.&lt;br /&gt;so many things in life are concepts, BUT enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from the SPL performance. the culmination of 2 weeks of endless endeavouring rehearsals. but then again, it's interesting to see how we've progressed from the starting to here. but then again, my character was super bastard, but it was quite an interesting character in the end. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes. &lt;br /&gt;and i like the people whom i was acting with cos they are a nice bunch too. ok. i must stop ranting like a schoolgirl, it is very not me. haahaa. &lt;br /&gt;but i must say that&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the whole thing so far, because it was thoroughly interesting, challenging, and extremely exciting i should say. i think its nice to have a few people acting with you cos the chemistry builds up and its nice to see synergistic collaborations.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im thoroughly tired now really. &lt;br /&gt;but anyways i guess its better than sitting around in my room, in my lonely ivory tower, looking down upon the plebians. &lt;br /&gt;ok that's not really what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, it is approaching chinese new year soon, and now, i am beginning to understand what studying overseas is like. hm. it's rather different, but then again, im not exactly extremely affected by the difference, though i would be rather contented if you could place me back in the sweltering comforts of my home for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad how i often stare into space and think about miracles which should happen. but by definition, miracles won't happen, thus, i am wasting my time. but we should all have a little faith, only that perhaps, i'm hoping for the radically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i think, there should be some compromise. only that i'm more like a piece of straw, which sways where the wind blows, thus, i need no compromise. &lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting too deep and my tired brain can no longer take it.&lt;br /&gt;bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117159303770776519?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117159303770776519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117159303770776519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117159303770776519' title='you were my revolution'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117133291130340454</id><published>2007-02-13T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T02:23:02.300Z</updated><title type='text'>semi charm my life</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a day of euphoria amongst the general LSE and Kings population cos of the strand power outage, which meant a cancelled day of school for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much thanks be to vernon who informed me about it, otherwise i'd have very sillily gone to school and kick myself for not choosing to sleep more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept in and went for lunch at this place near my hall which serves the most brilliant pasta i've ever had in my life for 3quid. it's better than the microwaved rubbish that they serve at pastamania or that nonsense they try to pass off as pasta at  cafe cartel. it's not only al dente, but the sauce is really good too. and so much cheaper. maybe cos its authentically italian? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways SPL was cancelled cos of the power outage, so i went to the gym and stuff. i spent an hour and a half reading kafka on the shore. i absolutely adore murakami, reading his works are like an extension of my mind. i'm not trying to say i think like him, but the way he puts things gives me such brilliant insights that its an extremely refreshing thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is coming up soon. in fact, its 2 days away. but it doesnt mean anything to me. i'm not buying into that capitalist bullshit about st. valentines and how its so romantic etc. just cos everyone else is having dinner with a loved one doesnt mean that the romance factor has increased by an exponential amount? romance never should be about the date. it should be about the company. so what does it matter if it's valentine's day? there's no good company in london. not that i know of anyways. but truth be told, i wouldn't enjoy valentines' day even if there was the right company for i am too much of a non-conformist to believe in celebrating my love for someone else on a day when everyone else is flashing out on the superficial acts of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of that anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or other, i feel that i could increase my life enjoyment much more. and i know just about how i could do that. it's just that, &lt;br /&gt;some things, exist only as a distant reality. so distant that&lt;br /&gt;you might never reach it&lt;br /&gt;but real enough to ensure that you contemplate it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why i find myself staring blankly into space so often of late. maybe its the empty thoughts im having. maybe its them. maybe its you. maybe its us. so many unanswerable maybes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then. going to hit more of the murakami and then going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117133291130340454?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117133291130340454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117133291130340454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117133291130340454' title='semi charm my life'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117124011833479096</id><published>2007-02-12T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:28:38.353Z</updated><title type='text'>take a deep breath</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a sunday, but then it was quite eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late, went for breakfast, and went to school for spl rehearsals. i think the rehearsals are going quite well, though i still have a tendency to forget my lines, but then again, nobody is perfect right, and even if someone was perfect, it wouldn't be me. &lt;br /&gt;it was quite an interesting rehearsal and stuff, so it's OK. &lt;br /&gt;i lost my barclays card though, for reasons i know little of. but anyways that's just part and parcel of life and we should accept that such things happen and there's no point being stressed over it. &lt;br /&gt;i think im adopting a very zen approach to life nowadays. u could call it passive, like just accepting everything, but it's not exactly passive, because really, u can't change things that has already happened, but i'll do what i can to change things that are going to happen, or might happen. so it's a passive-proactive attitude. &lt;br /&gt;its not like some people who take an active attitude towards the wrong things, and a wrongly passive attitude towards things they should be proactive about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to chinatown for dinner because it was too late for hall dinner.&lt;br /&gt;this week's expenses seriously soared over the roof of my budget. but then again, live and let live, some opportunities only present themselves once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i woke up in the early morning to queue for tickets for the royal ballet at the royal opera house at covent gardens. &lt;br /&gt;swan lake was being performed in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;well, i got a ticket in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/464840/DSC03479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/944055/DSC03479.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the royal opera house is a nice and grand place which sits alot of people. it invokes oohs and aahs from the plebian in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/231612/DSC03428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/146522/DSC03428.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a brilliant show, the orchestra was really good, the dancers were technically proficient, and the costumes were a cacophony of colours. it was a spectacular visual and auditory treat. &lt;br /&gt;i must not launch into superfluousness or that might undermine the actual awe and amazement which the show brought me, so for the grace of my sorely lacking vocabulary capabillities, it shall suffice to say that it was a nice show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/354369/DSC03443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/232683/DSC03443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said and done, i must say that it is rather late now right. so i should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;no psychobabble today folks.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117124011833479096?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117124011833479096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117124011833479096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117124011833479096' title='take a deep breath'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117106911661845186</id><published>2007-02-10T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:58:36.653Z</updated><title type='text'>slumber</title><content type='html'>hies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long week and it's finally friday. and it's the end of week 5. maybe sooner than you know, it will all float by and the matrix program will kick in and create a change of appearance in the surrounding environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, i'm rather tired of late from spl and school and numerous other assorted things which have absolutely no bearing on anything whatsoever. but we'll get by somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it snowed like yesterday, and it almost turned into a blizzard, cos the wind was blowing the snow quite strongly into my face and the snow was actually quite stinging on the face.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, it snowed on a thursday, and i have an opportune 2 hour break for lunch, during which a couple of us headed to lincoln's inn field to construct one of the ugliest snowman the world has ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/609286/DSC03402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/830593/DSC03402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why it's so ugly, you've gotta learn to see the beauty in imperfection. i don't know how we got about to constructing it, but we destroyed 3 beautiful snowmen in the process. hahaa. we had a little snowfight after that, so it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as promised, a couple of photos from the football match.&lt;br /&gt;emirates stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/309419/DSC03255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/604753/DSC03255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the view from where i was seated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/954331/DSC03298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/617140/DSC03298.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm rather tired so goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117106911661845186?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117106911661845186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117106911661845186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117106911661845186' title='slumber'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117089509420020027</id><published>2007-02-08T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:38:14.240Z</updated><title type='text'>oxymoron paradox</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's things been around here? life is rather much on the hectic side at this point of time, with most days and nights taken up with some activity, and my free time being drastically reduced. it might not be a bad thing altogether, but i study quite little nowadays. maybe i should start studying more. but then again, i've never been a strong advocate of studying for the sake of studying, because it doesnt make much sense to me really. tell me to sit around in the library and just studying because everyone else is doing it, and i wouldn't last 2 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i caught the brazil v portugal match at emirates stadium. it was well exciting cos the atmosphere was electric, especially with all the brazil fans in there with their bright yellow jerseys and even brighter drum rhythms. it was almost like an amateur world cup match, only that it was freezing and stuff. my seats were really good too, like 7th row from the front, so i could see like all the action in the penalty box. i'd love to upload them photos, but somehow or other, my camera cable has vanished into oblivion and i can't seem to find it. i'll upload it when i find it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to the harajuku party, probably cos everyone else was going for it. honestly, it's an alright club and i didn't really explore the club too much. nor did i dance alot, because the dancefloor was too packed and stuff. i just lazed around and drank abit. but that was it. not a very fun party really, probably a tad overrated, but alright nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all about my life for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's getting to be quite alright, as we move into the proper tempo of school and set up a rhythm for sch life. but some people are just getting on my nerves much too much. i don't know if its just me and my jumpy trippy nerves, but really, i seem to have less of a tolerance for people this term. maybe its the cold and stuff that makes me irritatable, but maybe not. whatever the case, i try my bestest to stay out of trouble, though it rarely ever succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha whatever the case,&lt;br /&gt;i've got an econs class tomorrow at 9am and i should be in bed now. after turning up late for the past few classes.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117089509420020027?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117089509420020027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117089509420020027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117089509420020027' title='oxymoron paradox'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117051921547418386</id><published>2007-02-03T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:13:55.933Z</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HA HA</title><content type='html'>LETS GO THAI SQUARE TONIGHT FOR OUR BOYS NIGHT OUT AGAIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117051921547418386?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117051921547418386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117051921547418386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117051921547418386' title='HA HA HA HA HA'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117045971161582804</id><published>2007-02-02T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:41:51.643Z</updated><title type='text'>stop running</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a friday. &lt;br /&gt;finally reached the end of the week of a well hectic week, though i'm not really complaining. life has just about reached the peak of its cyclical nature, school, home, somewhere, home, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the somewhere changes every night, so its still bearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, there was the SPL performance at camden's people theatre. i should say it went pretty well, save a few cock ups here and there, but then again, the quest for perfection is an unreachable one. i found that it was quite a scratch-the-surface play, not really my kinda thing. i prefer more no-idea-what-the-hell-it-is plays like pinter, beckett, and stoppard kinda thing. more absurdist. but then again, who would appreciate that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school these days have been rather bearable, but i have been getting unbearable. hahaa. people are not going to be able to bear with me soon enough i figure, but then again, i don't really need people to bear with me do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells, there is a rather busy weekend coming up too, so i guess i'll end it here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got quite a few things to say, but then i duno how to structure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time then.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117045971161582804?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117045971161582804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117045971161582804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117045971161582804' title='stop running'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-117003145450961973</id><published>2007-01-29T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:44:14.526Z</updated><title type='text'>i know why you</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a quiet sunday night and i have gotten a bit of work done, but honestly, i should be doing so much more.&lt;br /&gt;well then, there should be quite alot of catching up to do soon, when the work catches up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending a rather eventful weekend, with most of saturday being hungover, even though i technically am not supposed to partake of alcohol, and also SPL on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;sunday, i slept in, and played soccer in the afternoon. it was all good fun. i havent played soccer on a field for rather long, and it was fun to play on the field again. i'm more of a field soccer kinda guy rather than a court kinda guy. sometimes i find playing on the court rather boring.. but on the field, it's very open and there's lotsa brain and strategy involved. but then again, maybe it's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate dinner out both days of the weekend, so all in all, i'm quite satisfied this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;the only thing i failed to do this weekend is go to camden and waste my time there. i really like wasting my time there, cos there's a buzz about that place really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was flipping thru other people's facebook photos and i saw a few familiar faces. and that got me thinking. and then suddenly i felt rather emo. and now i still feel quite emo. and sad. sometimes in life, there are some things that you just cannot do. &lt;br /&gt;and this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we are all living in the matrix. and then perhaps one day, through clever refinement of my brain, i will be able to manipulate the matrix, and then do whatever i want in the world. &lt;br /&gt;but honestly, do you think we are living in the matrix? what is the difference between virtual reality and reality when virtual reality is the only thing we know? how would we know what differentiates them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, but i just want to manipulate the matrix and do some things lah. that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;now i want to enter the dreamworld where alot of things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-117003145450961973?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117003145450961973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/117003145450961973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117003145450961973' title='i know why you'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116977601064968223</id><published>2007-01-26T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:46:50.703Z</updated><title type='text'>incomplete</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;what's been happening?&lt;br /&gt;so it's a late thursday night, some would call it early friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.38am and i'm about to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;wells,&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, i went to visit the not-so-greatest stadium in the world, stamford bridge. that said, the air there was electrifying. it's really different watching the match there and on tv. watching the match at stamford bridge, you could see the players actually running around, and not magically appearing at the spot where the ball goes, the way it happens on tv. i also saw many maniacal fans who blatantly said the referee was making a wrong call when a free kick was awarded for a bad tackle. i also saw many humourous people at the stadium, creating mayhem at the stadium. but it wasn't chaotic mayhem, it was humourous funny mayhem. like these jokers who wore flourescent suits like the stewards, and kept standing up and doing silly actions. or the people who pretended they were tony clark when the announcement went "could tony clark make yourself known to the nearest steward please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was rather nice overall, with 4 goals, though wycombe weren't much of a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i must say, it was a pretty nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday saw me going out to roxy for my friend's birthday, and also to nandos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i spent a rather long day in school, literally 9-5, and that was it. i'm well tired today, and i should be going to bed soon, if i wanna hit the gym tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my past few days have been rather hectic and busy, and i don't think the next few days are gonna change much either. &lt;br /&gt;but it's all good. i'm occupied and that's cool, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i disaffected? &lt;br /&gt;i think i'm rather mean aren't i? but i just can't help it lah. &lt;br /&gt;i'd love to be much nicer to people, but really, how many people are genuinely nice, and how many people are nice for some other reasons? &lt;br /&gt;somehow or other, i just can't fake it in life. there's no point faking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand most peoples' affected manner. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me. i think it probably is just me.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;okok i shouldn't be talking too much crap.&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116977601064968223?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116977601064968223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116977601064968223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116977601064968223' title='incomplete'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116942921980334280</id><published>2007-01-22T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:26:59.876Z</updated><title type='text'>full of emptiness</title><content type='html'>heys,&lt;br /&gt;how's it going.&lt;br /&gt;it's rather late in a sunday night, and it's best that i'd be off to bed, but somehow or other, my biological clock has gotten me screwed up and i'm all over the place, sleeping when i want to, waking when circumstances call for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i woke up early and went to the gym for a short session. and then i went ice skating at south kensington, which was a really lousy ice rink. and i was practically skating in snow cos the ice was really lousy ice. well, i find ice skating a rather mundane activity really, 90% of the people on the ice rink don't really know how to skate, and they're just there for the heck of being able to say that they went ice skating. and i'm one of the majority. but then again, that's what fun is about isn't it. it's not about how well you do an activity, but how many smiles the activity brings you. oh wells, many people just don't seem to understand this and seem to get by in life trying to excel in everything. don't they realise their pursuit of excellence not only brings others down, but brings themselves down? i guess they don't.&lt;br /&gt;the first step to any form of change, positive or otherwise, is always the most crucial. realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i spent the whole day at uni. what was i doing at uni on a saturday you might ask. wells, i was at the SPl thing, doing my part for the interested. hopefully something good would come out of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind's getting really strong of late, and it's projected to be snowing monday and tuesday. i really hope it doesn't though, cos i'm not one of those people who'd whore about snow. i mean, snow is pretty and nice and all, but the mess it leaves after that is much too irky for me to take. ice forms on the streets, making everything slippery, your clothes get wet, all these kinda funny things. you'd say bah, humbug. but really, where's the joy in experiencing snow falling alone? yes, you might go out with some friends, have a coupla snow fights, form some snow angels, but that's about it. nothing to really get excited about. but oh wells, societal norms say we should be excited about snow, so let's get excited about it. it's all about social conditioning anyways isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm i think i've talked about too many useless pieces of information for my own good, and i think i really should be going off to bed to join the masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight one and all.&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116942921980334280?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116942921980334280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116942921980334280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116942921980334280' title='full of emptiness'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116925741996381289</id><published>2007-01-20T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:43:40.150Z</updated><title type='text'>so much more inside</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;the torrential winds are getting stronger, and it's a friday night. &lt;br /&gt;friday was relatively okay, with the winds dying down and the temperature rising quite abit. the sun was rather bright today and i got sunburnt from walking to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was a total drag, cos it was absolutely long and it was almost like a full day without breaks. and it doesn't really help that friday's classes are all boring classes which makes no sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, my skin is drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so the excess baggage musical was held today too. so i had to rush from school back to halls, to dinner, and to the greenwood theatre, where the musical was held. as with all singaporean gatherings, it started late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, wiith not much critical acclaim to start with, there wasn't much hype about the musical. hence, my expectations were pretty average and i went in not expecting much really. &lt;br /&gt;the show in terms of storyline was rather alright, albeit rather disjointed, with much too many acts filling the show. thus, there were numerous breaks and pauses which sorta disrupted the rhythm of the show really. &lt;br /&gt;there were also a myriad of themes, and that left some problems with certain themes, which could have been explored a little more in depth. &lt;br /&gt;the score was rather good though, though there were parts of the score which weren't exactly original, and it wasn't exactly groundbreaking or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the main flaw of the show was it's melodrama. whilst it might be artistic direction to inject the over-the-top melodrama, it certainly killed much of the mood when it was getting emotional, and i think it effectively spoiled many of the good build-ups which the play had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i would say the show is a diamond in the rough which could do with a bit of polishing and refinement, and it would probably do a better job. however, i guess it's an alright staging for such a young crew and quite admirable performance too. though there is quite a unique target audience for the show really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said and done, that's about all there is to my friday night. nothing much really, just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or other, we've gotta break out of this cyclical chain of routine life, and experience life. many of us just live life in a cyclical motion, not knowing where it will lead us or what we're doing. we're doing it for the sake of it being life. &lt;br /&gt;just like internships. how many of us are actually applying because we are really interested to learn about the company; and how many of us are applying because a. our friends apply b. our parents tells us to apply. c. society says that we should apply &lt;br /&gt;whilst many of us may deny it, it really is either one of those reasons. even those who say no no, its a good experience etc etc. all these reasons can  be reduced through means of reductive questioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about my own life and such. &lt;br /&gt;and i think the road from here on isn't exactly the perfect life, or how'd i like it to be. but we'll make it work somehow, i think i will at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, it's not early, and i should be off to dreamland to rediscover certain aspects of life which one cannot discover here. and perhaps perhaps when i wake up, spring might arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116925741996381289?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116925741996381289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116925741996381289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116925741996381289' title='so much more inside'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116916310779254806</id><published>2007-01-18T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:31:47.820Z</updated><title type='text'>living in the darkness</title><content type='html'>heys,&lt;br /&gt;im churning this entry out in the dark, cos there's a blackout and my room has got no lights. surprisingly, the internet is up though, so i'm able to get on the internet in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;br /&gt;today was an absolutely horrendous day. london was sorta hit by a strong gale of wind, though im not sure you would entirely call it a hurricane. it was however, reported to be 90 mph strong in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;in my area at least, it was strong enough to lift a metal crate. &lt;br /&gt;it was also strong enough to put me off walking to school in the morning, so i took a bus instead.&lt;br /&gt;it was so strong that the winds literally controlled my pace of walking. when it blew against me, i stopped in my tracks. when there was abit of tailwind, i flew forward like i was running. &lt;br /&gt;never in my life has so much depended on the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the mini hurricane took out most of the neighbourhood's electricity from morning til like 8. but its 11 and my room is still dark, WHICH MEANS, i can't do my stats homework. that said, it probably isn't an extremely good excuse to be saying "oh i can't do my homework cos there was an electrical outage yesterday" cos who leaves work til the last minute right. well, apparently many people do, and i didn't exactly leave it til the last minute, i just did parts of it, and there are some questions which still need doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what can i do, when it all falls apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, attended a goldman talk today, and it does sound pretty exciting and interesting. but there're just some things that working overseas entails that i totally can't live with. mostly it's about people. &lt;br /&gt;people that are NOT here. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but that's liek 2 more years from now, so we'll really see what happens when it comes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. can't get anything done in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116916310779254806?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116916310779254806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116916310779254806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116916310779254806' title='living in the darkness'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116894624136100320</id><published>2007-01-16T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:17:21.383Z</updated><title type='text'>warmth in the cold winter</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;what's happening? &lt;br /&gt;been blog surfing and realised that i kinda miss having my down-to-earth friends in singapore. &lt;br /&gt;LSE people are cool, but somehow or other, they're not the kind that you can totally chill with under the open sky and so on. somehow, it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;well, and that's the cool people. there're numerous other LSE people who just give off the wrong vibes, but then again, maybe it's just me and my over-sensitive receptors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i've been a happy person, cos i've been going to the gym everyday and embarking on a healthy lifestyle. but as i said, it is an uphill struggle, but then again, rome wasn't built in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could live every day in springtime. &lt;br /&gt;well, but for now, all i can do is hope it doesn't rain on the way to school. actually i wouldn't mind it raining, in the right circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;but the right circumstances can't be replicated here anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a song currently on repeat on my itunes. it's called lovin you by minnie riperton. it's such a terribly love-struck song, it would make even the boldest couple blush. and it's such a simple melody really, but it is so very catchy. and let's not even go to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;i think the word love is repeated at least 20 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is easy because you're beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;Making love with you&lt;br /&gt;Is all I want to do....&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is more than just a dream come true....&lt;br /&gt;And everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Is out of loving you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring....&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me while we grow old....&lt;br /&gt;And we will live each day in spring time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because loving you....&lt;br /&gt;Has made my life so beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;And every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with loving you....&lt;br /&gt;Loving you....&lt;br /&gt;I see your soul come shining through....&lt;br /&gt;And everytime that we....&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm more in love with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;off to school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;argh. i hate going to school really. it's not so much about the intellectual part of school, but more like the social part of school. &lt;br /&gt;argh. argh. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116894624136100320?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116894624136100320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116894624136100320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116894624136100320' title='warmth in the cold winter'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116882160816948551</id><published>2007-01-15T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:40:08.340Z</updated><title type='text'>away</title><content type='html'>hellos. &lt;br /&gt;how's things going around here?&lt;br /&gt;well, so i'd say that things are pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going the gym on a daily basis, and soon i'll be on my way onto the cover of men's health, or at least be worthy of being on the cover of men's health.&lt;br /&gt;it's always good to be optimistic no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this weekend has been spent sorting myself out and clearing up my room and all. trying to catch up on my work, but i haven't really caught up on any work. i might just do some if i'm not too tired tomorrow and i have the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been spending much money though, which is really a good thing, cos my life now revolves around a few things, school, gym, sports. which mostly, i don't have to spend further money on, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten a little more reclusive and anti-social this year, and i'm not making much effort to talk to people really. it's not that my social skills have gone down the drain, but i really don't have much energy nor motivation to maintain a proper conversation really. it's weird though i must say, but then again, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, my philosophy teacher posed me this interesting question on whether love was irrational or rational. in the midst of my daydream, i churned something out and muttered that love was definitely rational, cos love is all about pragmatism. &lt;br /&gt;but is it really?&lt;br /&gt;i know it isn't really. love is just about the most rational irrational thing in the world there is. it's so irrational that it's rational to think it irrational really. should i have answered with the numerous quotes i picked up watching too many thrashy  love stories - "love is a many splendoured thing, love lifts you up where you belong, all you need is love" &lt;br /&gt;i don't know really, all i know is that when i answered the question my mind wasn't in the class. it was somewhere else. somewhere where love exists. just not there i guess. &lt;br /&gt;but whatever really, it was all much too much for a dumb boy like me to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, my math folder is lying open on my table, and it's speaking greek to me. i really don't understand it, and not that i really want to, but i have to. &lt;br /&gt;i think numbers was an invention of god, but definitely corrupted by the devil to create chaos in our lives. u know, it's all good when numbers are used for things such as money and all that simple stuff. but don't bring in those funky mathematical jizzy thingamajig, cos the numbers will turn amber red and start growing horns. &lt;br /&gt;but all these mathematicians are just blind to the world anyways, all they care about is developing more and more radically absurd theories to help govern our world.&lt;br /&gt;as if it makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, &lt;br /&gt;off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116882160816948551?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116882160816948551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116882160816948551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116882160816948551' title='away'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116856098080518649</id><published>2007-01-11T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:16:20.823Z</updated><title type='text'>as we shoot across the sky</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;how's it going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first week of school has been rather chaotic, with me not knowing much of what's going on. and with my suitcase still lying haphazard on my floor and my room being a mess. i've gotta sort this dumb room out sooner or later. maybe saturday or sunday. i'm much too knackered during the week to be doing anything concrete regarding my standard of living. and my carpet is wet due to the enormously strong winds in the morning which knocked my window open and blew into my room and scrambled everything around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i have become a masochist. and this is a phase that will continue. i have reawakened all the cells in my body and tormented them and tortured them such that i feel pain with every waking moment in the deep muscle fibres. but it's all good. having gone to the gym, it is pretty relaxing going there after a long day at school. having all those endorphines rushing through your veins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is part of my healthy lifestyle programme for 2007. i shall cut down on vices and do more exercises. maybe i should have a slogan "NO VICE, JUST EXERCISE"&lt;br /&gt;sounds nice enough. hhahaha. as it is, it is the quest to be a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, all this activity going on makes me sufficiently tired by the time it comes to bedtime, so it is pretty easy to fall asleep. and go to my dreams, which are never anything concrete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dying in the harsh cold winds of london. today, whilst walking to school, the wind blowing against me literally stopped me in my tracks. i couldn't walk against the wind cos the wind was that strong. &lt;br /&gt;ok i'm not exactly dying, but then again, its almost there. &lt;br /&gt;and the people in london aren't exactly the warmest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss the people back home. like ........ &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;sadly, there isn't anything like that in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to log into the credit suisse site at the moment but it's so horrifyingly slow i'm almost desperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then.&lt;br /&gt;i should go and do some relaxation exercises now. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight. world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116856098080518649?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116856098080518649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116856098080518649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116856098080518649' title='as we shoot across the sky'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116833358020725945</id><published>2007-01-09T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:06:20.226Z</updated><title type='text'>flight back in london</title><content type='html'>after the bloody long flight, i really feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;very tired. &lt;br /&gt;and i've got school in a few hours time. &lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how to deal with the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116833358020725945?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116833358020725945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116833358020725945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116833358020725945' title='flight back in london'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116811843800411805</id><published>2007-01-06T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:20:38.026Z</updated><title type='text'>your intuition is never wrong.</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;i am writing this in masochistic agony, as my whole body feels like it is on fire, due to the massive sunburnt which i am suffering/enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;it is a very masochistic pleasure, in which the sunburn causes both pain and pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what caused the sunburn? &lt;br /&gt;today, i played soccer in the morning in the scorching sun. and it was seriously scorching. &lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to sentosa and frolicked around on the beach in the once again, relentlessly scorching sun. &lt;br /&gt;and therefore, i am now, as red as a cherry. or a cooked lobster. or a can of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin feels like it is stretching and thus, every move hurts. yet, the sunburn causes a very refreshing sensation, which creates a heightened awareness in your tactile sense. it is a very contradicting feeling, but it is a feeling nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the sun. i will miss the scorching sun on the beach when i go back to london. and i will miss the hot girls in their skimpy bikinis too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people are already back in london, but deviants like me are still here. even if i don't go back to london, there's nothing to do in here anyways, since everyone has a job or something of that sort. or the girls are in school. &lt;br /&gt;so i'm better off being in school anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know they say a woman's intuition is quite strong? &lt;br /&gt;but how come sometimes i come to doubt it?&lt;br /&gt;or mabe they are just good at acting blur. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116811843800411805?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116811843800411805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116811843800411805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116811843800411805' title='your intuition is never wrong.'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116803105866499685</id><published>2007-01-05T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:04:37.366Z</updated><title type='text'>one up to the civil service</title><content type='html'>well done civil service, your psc scholars have done you proud once again with their brilliant initiatives designed to improve the well-being of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/250758/1/.html"&gt; new law breaks ground amongst citizens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, another groundbreaking initiative brought to the people from civil servants who once studied at the top universities with the people's money.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116803105866499685?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116803105866499685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116803105866499685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116803105866499685' title='one up to the civil service'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116798489369762158</id><published>2007-01-05T08:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:14:53.716Z</updated><title type='text'>we</title><content type='html'>hellos. &lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a long while since i updated this place.&lt;br /&gt;so what's been up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, the clock is slowly ticking and my time in singapore is running out. is it a depressing thing? well, it might be, because there are some things in singapore that aren't in london. &lt;br /&gt;like people. &lt;br /&gt;but its ok, time will pass and seasons will change and eventually everything will be fine again. &lt;br /&gt;very optimistic view right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i still have my holiday homework to be done. frankly, i don't know what's gotta be done for math and stats, but i know i've got a philosophy essay to write about love, but then again, i haven't really gotten down to it. sometimes, when you break down love into a philosophical discussion, it becomes a science. love becomes a formulaic study in which everything can be rationalised. not exactly the most fun thing is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterdays, i went to watch blooood diamond! and the movie tickets were like 5 quid. for 2! compared to the london ones where its 9.50 quid for 1! anyways,&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD diamond, was a very nice show, with lotsa action and quite meaningful. i kinda liked it. &lt;br /&gt;but then, i haven't watched the holiday yet. but i guess its ok. disillusioned folks like me should endeavour to stay away from such lovey dovey shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to say, maybe when i have more to say i'll come back here. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to play with my helicopter now. later folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116798489369762158?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116798489369762158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116798489369762158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116798489369762158' title='we'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116759573764100067</id><published>2006-12-31T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:08:57.663Z</updated><title type='text'>you know</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to one and all. &lt;br /&gt;this is officially the first. first. first post on the first day of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from bangkok. which was bombed the moment my plane took off. tragic. luckily i left, otherwise, it would be a repeat of my tsunami experience. and i'll be james bond, living to die another day, with another story to tell. but you could say i escaped tragedy once again.&lt;br /&gt;and to think just last night i was passing by central mall, seeing all the preparations for new year's eve celebrations. hm. that's really life for you. unpredictable, raw, transcient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that,&lt;br /&gt;bangkok is a really nice place. things are nice, cheap. food is good. weather is fine. lots of sunlight with cooling nights.&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder why europeans were so crazy about the sun, and would take any chance to suntan, especially in tropical climates like ours. after living in london, i now understand why. and i am a sunwhore too, and i'm happy to see the sun. because in london, i don't see the sun much. on weekends, i wake up at 11 or 12. and the sun sets at 4. and the sunlight isn't very strong, cos it's usually covered by the clouds or shrouded in mist. so i get not-so-strong sunlight for a grand total of 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;here, the sun is bright, cheery, and it only goes dark at 7-ish. i like. less depression, or Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like thai people. they are friendly. &lt;br /&gt;and thai girls. &lt;br /&gt;oooh thai girls are hot. like tom yam. and. and and. they are sweet, and demure. so very very sweet. they're all like so nice and friendly and amiable, nothing else comes close. hahaha. and like walking along the streets, u can see many sweet looking, pretty thai girls. so nice. and the thai language sounds so musical and alluring, with its gentle tones and flowy accents. so lilting and pleasant. totally my kinda thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to get yourself accustomed to anything else once you've met the general thai female stereotypical population. welcome to the generation of the brash americans or the materialistic SGGs. (who think they're so sophisticated and classy) &lt;br /&gt;thai girls are simple and sweet. nice. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be misogynistic here, but i really appreciate their warmth and friendliness. like just speaking to them makes u feel at ease. &lt;br /&gt;as opposed to some people. who. just. make. u feel. stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got quite alot of stuff from bangkok. nice. &lt;br /&gt;(: (: &lt;br /&gt;really quite fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as it is, it is the first. of january. &lt;br /&gt;and in seven. days, i will be back. back to london. &lt;br /&gt;and the thought of it, is quite depressing. &lt;br /&gt;where the things are expensive, the weather is freezing, the skies are always grey, and the people are as cold as the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;some things, you just have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, the one thing to do for me would be to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;cheers. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight, and have a fantastic year ahead. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully the new year beckons something new. &lt;br /&gt;but i am a man of little change. nothing much has changed. i still like the same people, have the same friends, have the same favourite foods, wear the same clothes.&lt;br /&gt;maybe my living philosophy has changed a little and i've become abit more reclusive, but otherwise, everything's pretty much the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;dream sweetly. live even sweeter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116759573764100067?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116759573764100067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116759573764100067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116759573764100067' title='you know'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116693316173678213</id><published>2006-12-24T03:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:06:01.760Z</updated><title type='text'>got a secret that isn't no secret</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;so last night i went to mos. and the geographer bar. &lt;br /&gt;it was quite nice. though the music is rather alright and abit too crowded. seriously, with the opening of the many bars, u would think some places would ease up on the crowd and go somewhere different. especially when they've gotta pay $25 to get into mos!! hm hm hm! &lt;br /&gt;but geographer was quite nice though. interesting. maybe i'll go there next time. for a coupla drinks or so on. i think drinks here are more expensive than in london. like a beer in london would cost maybe 3quid plus 4 quid for a bottle. here its like 13 dollars! ok but when theres 1 for 1 then its different. and clubs here are terribly fond of 1 for 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kooks is fast becoming my favourite band. i put them on repeat everyday. their lyrics are kooky (the kooks, duh!) and their repetive guitar chords with those occasional riffs just makes for fantastic listening. and their some british band from brighton so they've got this nice english accent going on for them. i like english accents. or at least i PREFER them to american dumb accents. dumb american accents. dumb americans anyways. or maybe i just don't like america. brash americans. thinking they're all the rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know in philosophy of love we learnt about love. i think it can be easily applied to dislike too. much too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe myself at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i watched this uber-retro china movie on channel 8 that was screening past midnight. it was uber-retro, like it was made in 1970s (it probably was) and it was named (don't laugh) su zhou bridge. &lt;br /&gt;but trust me, it was a really good movie, even though it was lousy cinematography. but then again, u can't blame the cinematography for being bad cos it could be deliberate, cos after all, the story was being told through the eyes of this amateur videographer that goes around vandalising walls as advertisements for his videoing services. &lt;br /&gt;but anyways, the show told the story of this guy call marda who likes this girl mudan and how their love blossoms and ends up in this mess cos of his overwhelming love for her and her inability to reconcile her notion of love with his overflowing pool of emotions for her and how she runs away from it all (escapism) she jumps into the su zhou river and supposedly turns into a mermaid. the guy chases after her and gets arrested by the cops.&lt;br /&gt;where's the logic in that?! &lt;br /&gt;but anyways so the guy goes to find her etc. etc and ends up finding a replica but realises it isnt her and eventually finds the real mudan, and they both jump into the river and died. what a dumb story really.&lt;br /&gt;but the movie was really shored up by the powerful acting and the free flow of emotions dribbling out of the actors. and i think the flow of the movie was subtly nice and slow. and i found their storytelling method rather interesting. you never once see the narrator, even though he is one of the characters in the show. and everything, or some of the things, happen through the eyes of the narrator, so its rather interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. &lt;br /&gt;i shall leave you with lyrics from the kooks, and then read some papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matchbox&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viciously, she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Walks alone her lonely beat&lt;br /&gt;She trips, falls into it all&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I bite my lip and&lt;br /&gt;crawled up away from you my little one&lt;br /&gt;Oh from you my little one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come too close&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see my ghost&lt;br /&gt;Your turn but I'm betrayed&lt;br /&gt;By you my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that you went too far&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see my heart bleed?&lt;br /&gt;For you, you and him&lt;br /&gt;Him and you, you know my heart bleeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, we're going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna walk all over your cars&lt;br /&gt;The Kooks are out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Oh were gonna steal your skies&lt;br /&gt;All of us, we're going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna walk all over your cars&lt;br /&gt;The Kooks are out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're gonna steal your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I let you down, I let you down my dear&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to play these games with you my, dear&lt;br /&gt;I always, I always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, we're going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna walk all over your cars&lt;br /&gt;The Kooks are out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Oh were gonna steal your skies&lt;br /&gt;All of us, we're going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna walk all over your cars&lt;br /&gt;The Kooks are out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're gonna steal your skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a fantastic song. you guys should go buy this song off itunes (read : download it from somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;that's all. &lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116693316173678213?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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world, cos impurities in the mixers gives you a hangover. i wouldnt get a hangover with wine or beer or any pure alcohol, but bring in vodka orange and LIT and it brings with it the hangover. oh all u kids looking for a fast one, why bring this upon yourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was suitably bored. and everyone was somewhere or someplace else. &lt;br /&gt;and i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was frustrated and fed up.&lt;br /&gt;and i was miffed. right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't understand the deal with mutual sarcasm. or rather, i don't even understand the deal of sarcasm. u get sarcastic here and there and sooner or later it breaks into a nuclear war. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, it seems, how it doesn't seem to be able to work, yet you want it to work. just like a broken remote control. doesn't seem to work, but you force it to work. it's not how much force u exert on it, nor is it the angle of the remote control. it's the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;so what's the problem here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116672739593649774?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116672739593649774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116672739593649774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116672739593649774' title='keeps leaving me needing'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116665004908551293</id><published>2006-12-20T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:33:16.300Z</updated><title type='text'>very special</title><content type='html'>hellos, &lt;br /&gt;i'm just back from zouk. it was so packed today, i almost died of oxygen deprivation. especially if u consider my height, there isn't much air around there. no wonder those tall guys live longer. get fresher air up there. trust me, 7 cm makes alot of difference when you're talking about air. &lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;but it was great fun though, especially going to mambo after so long. seeing smart people do stupid moves. haahaa quite interesting actually. how much time do they devote into practising their dance moves at home just so that they can perform on wednesday night? but nevertheless, i appreciate these souls who do that just to make mambo night a little more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays, i went for lunchie with minnie. but i was well tired and well jet-lagged. the food was alright, but then again it was not too bad. so that was good. but i still owe minnie a movie watching. i think with minnie, the only movie that is eligible for watching is happy feet, cos minnie is a stupid movie watcher. as in, stupid movie is the noun and watcher is the verb. stupid is not the adjective. though she might think so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight.&lt;br /&gt;singapore has been mighty fine, but it just keeps raining. many people like rain, but i'm certainly not one of them. the only time i liked rain was during army, so that our activities could get cancelled. but i'm more of a sun person really. rain doesn't do much for me. except make me sleep. but i like to sleep, so maybe it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought that there'd be much anticipation. but turns out it doesn't matter one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things just wont change. no matter how hard u try to change it, it doesn't change. but this is actually a good thing. ha. ha. what am i talking about. &lt;br /&gt;so cryptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no place like home really. &lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116665004908551293?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116665004908551293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116665004908551293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116665004908551293' title='very special'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116627360121740791</id><published>2006-12-16T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:53:21.236Z</updated><title type='text'>every little thing</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from the country of boredom, amsterdam. seriously, it was so boring. should have skipped it and just gone home and perhaps i could have spent my last week in hongkong or taiwan or bangkok, which would have been so much better and more smashing.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok, cos i'm going to be on an aluminimium object that will take me home in less than 24 hours time. back home to a bed that is more than twice the size of this dingy bed in halls. back home to a cosy room. back home to a place where i can go out in shorts and singlet without freezing to death. yayness. back to a place where there are familiar faces and nice, warm people around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was amsterdam like? there's nothing much to say about it, but i'm never gonna go back there again man. hahaa. it's a boring place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna go to waitrose to buy stuff soon. and maybe lunch at chinatown. &lt;br /&gt;we'll see. seriously all i wanna do is sleep man. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;oh nos, and i haven't packed my bags for going back. &lt;br /&gt;ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deal with people who are driven. &lt;br /&gt;their determination scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116627360121740791?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116627360121740791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116627360121740791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116627360121740791' title='every little thing'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116587613634006715</id><published>2006-12-11T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:28:56.470Z</updated><title type='text'>to the ends of the earth</title><content type='html'>heyheyheys!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to amsterdam today! haha!&lt;br /&gt;see y`all when i get back!&lt;br /&gt;and see all my dearest singaporean dudes next week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something for the little boys and girls! spring summer 07! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/28807/calvinklein2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116587613634006715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116587613634006715' title='to the ends of the earth'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116571188549462135</id><published>2006-12-10T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:51:25.516Z</updated><title type='text'>be a scofield</title><content type='html'>wow wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;here's your chance to be a michael scofield!!&lt;br /&gt;u can analyse the prison furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tci.tdcj.state.tx.us/products/metal/security/default.aspx"&gt;texas correctional industries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u click on doors below the link, it even tells u the dimensions of the door! scofield anyone!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116571188549462135?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116571188549462135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116571188549462135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116571188549462135' title='be a scofield'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116562907624969849</id><published>2006-12-09T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:51:16.280Z</updated><title type='text'>we forgot</title><content type='html'>heyness. &lt;br /&gt;its a lovely friday night and school has officially ended. that means 1/9 of my degree time is gone! ohnos! that's 8/9 more times before we go to the world and deal with it. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;so today i was sufficiently tired and failed to attend my philo class. but it figures that nobody else is going for their classes anyways. my stats class had a grand attendance of 5 people today. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice dinner today at this athemanthus place today, and it was rather fun. the food was very ps-cafe-ish, though i must say PS cafe is much nicer, and the company was quite fun, and it was rather interesting. m m m m m mm m mm m . ... quite niiiiCEeEeE.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiiight. and i was sufficiently tired so i headed back to halls and failed to go to crush. not that going to crush would have raised my happiness by a fair bit though.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm back here in my room, almost going to watch prison break soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was spent at rosebery hall with their end of term christmas party with quite alright food. and fun times. nice games and interesting people. and after that i headed to vernon's room to chill before heading home in the blistering cold of the lonely winter night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prior to that, i caught the producers at the royal theatre, but truth be told, it wasn't that nice really, considering that it was supposed to be nice. the songs weren't exactly nice, and the storyline was rather flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m. so the term has ended, and life has just begun. this is like a musical, and december is the intermission. january, together with 2007, brings with it its own interesting challenges, but let's leave that for another day and time. let's deal with december first. :)&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch prison break. now. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight y`all.&lt;br /&gt;and minnie, if u wanna order asos stuff, u better do it by tuesday, otherwise u have to order next day delivery or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116562907624969849?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116562907624969849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116562907624969849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116562907624969849' title='we forgot'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116545185568802420</id><published>2006-12-07T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:37:35.816Z</updated><title type='text'>you never wanted to</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;today was an exciting day. &lt;br /&gt;obvviously, all wednesdays are boring, but today was rather packed and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/965725/DSC02970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/850304/DSC02970.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, me went to somerset for some ice skating with the singsoc. &lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun. like really quite fun. and we were just fooling about the place and playing dumb games and all. though i can't skate really well but then again, its just for fun, not competing in some figure skating thing. somerset house is a really nice ice rink, especially at night, when the sky gets dark and the purple lights light up the place. the giant christmas tree also adds to the atmosphere quite abit. quite nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i headed back for dinner and got changed to go to les miserables. &lt;br /&gt;mmmmm les mis was a really classically nice musical. a few overriding themes expounded in numerous ways. rather emotional at parts, almost brought mesomes to tears. the singing was rather good too, and like it was a rather fantastic experience overall. quite nice :) the company was good too, though like throughout the whole show i was mostly thinking about some other person, but then again, i like thinking about the impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. so i'll be in amsterdam in less than a week, and then i'll be back in singapore soon. yummylicious. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can get boring around here, but its possible to spice it up a little and make it a little more interesting. and indeed, things are getting fun and interesting. mmmmmm ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all a game isn't it. it's just how well u play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go play some sports around here man. my muscles are seriously degenerating. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, off to bed. early rise tomorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116545185568802420?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116545185568802420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116545185568802420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116545185568802420' title='you never wanted to'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116519728034128687</id><published>2006-12-04T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:54:40.380Z</updated><title type='text'>always something more</title><content type='html'>heyas. &lt;br /&gt;how's everything going. &lt;br /&gt;so the weekend, has come and gone, just like the forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;and so, that is it. &lt;br /&gt;this weekend, i stayed in and felt like a prisoner on saturday, and sunday, i went out.&lt;br /&gt;i spent saturday sleeping, and sleeping, and sleeping. like hitting the reset button on my body. only thing was that it wasn't reset, but i just felt good that i spent most of my day in dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/341970/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/191425/postsecret.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, i went out to the postsecret exhibition at foyle's bookstore. it wasn't as big an exhibition as i expected, but it was good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;some of stuff on display were really nice and struck a chord within me. i think the idea of postsecret really is, getting your emotional burden off your chest, without anyone knowing who you are, so it spares the embarassment you might face if you told it to someone who knows you. and another thing which makes it so popular is knowing that someone else has the same issue as you, which you thought was so weird, but knowing someone else thinks the same way is really comforting. another would just be pure voyeurism, knowing other people's secrets. i think postsecret is a combination of all 3, which makes it immensely attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/535466/smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/798350/smiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised one thing which resonates throughout society and community nowadays is that everyone is so very alike. you might think someone is really different and despise them for what they do etc. etc. but seriously, take a step back, and look. and you realise that everyone has the same desires. everyone desires to be accepted, desires for happiness, for pretty much all the same things. its only a matter of how you express it and how it manifests in one. it's just like how a person who's against homosexuality despises homosexuality and gays and lesbians. but think about it, gays are just people looking for love amongst their own sex. the homo-phobe is looking for love amongst the other sex. both looking for love. not all that different is it? you might think that girl is so bitchy, always bitching about people. she's just expressing her discontent openly, just like how you express your discontent in your head when you think about her bitchiness. &lt;br /&gt;we're all so alike aren't we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/533025/organ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/190338/organ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to the ocf christmas celebration thing, which was quite interesting. quite a nice session. refreshing, in this intricate web we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, imma gonna go to bed now. my body clock is screwing up again. haha. hopefully i wake up for class tomorrow. i seriously think it might be a tall order. &lt;br /&gt;g`night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116519728034128687?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116519728034128687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116519728034128687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116519728034128687' title='always something more'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116515135817407232</id><published>2006-12-03T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:09:20.006Z</updated><title type='text'>desirous souls</title><content type='html'>ok this post is dedicated to the nice things in the world. &lt;br /&gt;these matches are really nice aren't they! so cute. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/160827/doll%20factory%20matches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/232988/doll%20factory%20matches.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check out these fabulous gucci wingtips. so very elegant and classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/1038/gucci%20wingtips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/878307/gucci%20wingtips.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these teacups from laurie simmon would add such a quirky sense of style to any home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/938577/laurie%20simmons%20teacups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/788913/laurie%20simmons%20teacups.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just couldn't resist posting these pictures of them havanese puppies up, cos i find them really cute hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/545539/havanese%20puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/877610/havanese%20puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these organisers from symthson designed by missoni really are one of the nicest i've seen so far. knit fabric together with leather. mm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/757421/smythson%20missoni%20diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/601646/smythson%20missoni%20diary.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intercontinental thalasso spa, which is like some eco-friendly spa cos marlon brando left some money in a deed for them to develop this eco-friendly green hotel or something like that. and so the aircon is cooled by like some sea water and it's all green and eco-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/923288/intercontinental%20thalasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/979297/intercontinental%20thalasso.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cavieleri hilton in italy. 2500USD per night per head. if there's any way to splure, this should be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/863614/cavieleri%20hilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/400822/cavieleri%20hilton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turtle bay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/13839/turtle%20bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/948672/turtle%20bay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and original andy warhol prints on actual, real cans of soup. but who would bear to drink the soup packaged in such nice cans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/878179/andy%20warhol%27s%20campbell%20soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/707063/andy%20warhol%27s%20campbell%20soup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this winery looks absolutely nice right. architecture students out there take note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/1600/270788/bodegas%20ysisos%20winery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/333/320/42216/bodegas%20ysisos%20winery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116515135817407232?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116515135817407232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116515135817407232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116515135817407232' title='desirous souls'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116502652903168526</id><published>2006-12-02T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:28:49.236Z</updated><title type='text'>come back down</title><content type='html'>heyas.&lt;br /&gt;how's everything going.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i woke up feeling tired. and rather miffed that i overslept, once again. argh, it was really damn arghed. &lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i made me way to school anyways for my philosophy class. though i was well exhausted and half brain dead. luckily today's philosophy class wasn't half too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like fridays are rainy fridays. it has been raining every friday evening since 4 weeks ago i think. and i always seem to get drenched by the time i've gone back to halls. cold rain falling in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to halls and bummed around. nothing really spectacular really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play football at 8 though, and them brits are like really physical. just knock you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of my boring day. &lt;br /&gt;i'm still significantly tired though from last night. i think what matters to me is that people had fun. though i didnt have fun, it always is enjoyable to know that others had fun, and you contributed to it. vicarious living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sometimes i really miss life as i used to know it. so this is what living abroad is like. its not like it's bad or anything, it's just unfamiliar. the memories which you attach to various objects and places are all missing, and you've gotta attach new memories and value to the different objects and places. and its much too late to have any significant memories. and some memories just can't be recreated. and sometimes, it gets a little too tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually seriously hate all this politicking going on. but then again, who am i to say anything about it right. its ok. we don't need to have to deal with the world. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm actually listening to jay chou now on purpose. but the song is quite nice. it's called 退后. and what it's about, or at least what i think it's about, is about breaking up and the chorus is something like jay saying that there's nothing wrong with like either of them, that it was merely circumstances, and that maybe breaking up doesn't solve anything, and that the best love exists only in his memory. my english doesn't seem to do any justice to the song though, but the chinese lyrics are really nice and tugs at my heart just that little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i changed my blog skin. nice?!?!! i really like it. spent 2 hours making it, and the background was like self made, even though like i ripped it off paul smith's designs, but like i flipped it over and like copied and pasted it and modified it abit. &lt;br /&gt;so niiiiceeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, i'd best be off to bed. g`night. n sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116502652903168526?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116498394389765528?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116498394389765528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116498394389765528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116498394389765528' title='pesky jerks and idiotic girls'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116494826839457344</id><published>2006-12-01T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T04:44:28.420Z</updated><title type='text'>L is for the way you</title><content type='html'>hies. &lt;br /&gt;finally, mambo jumbo is over, and my set is over. it's always good to come back to some nice, relaxing tunes after a night of thumping beats. sometimes, life should be slow and simple. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the set was rather alright, though the club really quite sucked and the dj console was rather lousy, but then again, i can't complain much. but i want these cdjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pioneer.co.uk/images/products/cdplayerdj/pioneer/cdj800master_detailpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so utterly delectable. i'd want that for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. actually, what i really want for christmas is. i think i know what i really want. &lt;br /&gt;haha for once i know! though its rather impossible, but then again. dreams can always come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of christmas, it is, lo and behold, the first day of december! yummy yum yum, christmas will be here in twenty four days. the whole festivity of christmas rocks my socks doesn't it. all the festive lights and decorations and the colourful red and green all around. oh yes, i'm a product of commercialisation, but don't be a humbug. enjoy life while it lasts. gucci is quite christmas-sy, cos its got green and red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room stinks but i can't seem to identify the source of the smell. there must really be a dead rat somewhere. or it could just be my neighbours and their constant entry into my room. my room is in a serious mess now, it's almost as bad as a warzone. i'll clean it up on saturday, i'm much too beat to be doing anything about it at this point of time. maybe i'll change my sheets while i'm at it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its currently 4.40am and i've got an 11am lecture tomorrow. its alright, i'll just make up for my accumulated sleep debt by sleeping in on saturday. ooh saturday, you are such an exciting creature. i'm absolutely awaiting the arrival of saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i really really really really really want now. i want to go to PS cafe for a nice meal. &lt;br /&gt;a nice meal there, like a proper nice meal costs me like $200 for 2 ppl. that's just 70 quid. i wouldn't mind paying 70 quid for that, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;its been quite a long time since like i've done or had anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its ok, we're all living in the matrix anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok whatever, its been a long time since i posted here anyways. &lt;br /&gt;right then, i should be off, to, bed, now. &lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams to me. i need it. &lt;br /&gt;maybe you need it too. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116494826839457344?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116494826839457344'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;what's happening arnd here.&lt;br /&gt;it's all good yeah. &lt;br /&gt;so today's a midweek break, once again, lazing around in halls, with nothing to do, not seeing anyone, amazing. &lt;br /&gt;but actually i did see quite a coupla humans. and i had fun at night, watching people play dumb games in their rooms. it's amazing how conducive student hostels are to university students thinking up of dumb things to do. seriously. and i played abit of squash, though i was very lousy at it cos i havent played it in years and i didnt wanna run. haaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;u know, people who are in love, may not necessarily be together. &lt;br /&gt;coversely, people who are together, may not necessarily be in love. &lt;br /&gt;sad state of life isn't it, but necessary for life to go on. &lt;br /&gt;some people get together for money, some people get together for sex, some people get together for fun.&lt;br /&gt;and when its gone, it crashes down. but nobody gets hurt, because it's a mutual thing. i think what happens is that when it's not mutual, that's a bad thing. because you're expecting different things out of each other, and seldom does both parties get satisfied, so things can turn out bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do people break up? &lt;br /&gt;you know, it is like a mathematical equation. if it doesnt balance out, it's gonna fail. like economics. &lt;br /&gt;if the for for the person is stronger than the against for the person, you stay together, if not, you don't. &lt;br /&gt;how easy it is to simplify all this. &lt;br /&gt;how come some people can just break up so easily, and forget about the other person completely?&lt;br /&gt;how come some people, after breaking up, will still think about the other person?&lt;br /&gt;well, a break up is just a name. it's just in name. but frankly, there's no way you can cleanly erase traces of a person from your life. so, those who can just forget about the other person completely probably have had too much from the other person and just wanna shut them out of their lives, forgetting that the other person has contributed so much to their lives in the past few months/years/days.&lt;br /&gt;those who think about the person, well, i don't know, maybe they've got some unfinished business, maybe they miss the good times, but not the bad times. i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;hm i should go to university and start a course teaching people such stuff. RS100 Relationships 100. &lt;br /&gt;but its just nonsense. i'm just talking nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i should be off to bed soon. get meself some proper breakfast tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have erased parts of my life. i really do. as in, when i think about it, i really feel quite messed up. &lt;br /&gt;haahaa. OH well, at that point of time i didn't think it was messed up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, yah i should be off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116424211245990121?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116424211245990121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116424211245990121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116424211245990121' title='the sun breaks free of the clouds.'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116421753855102219</id><published>2006-11-22T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:45:45.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/4lemLl9s9Vc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/4lemLl9s9Vc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok, i think this video is a must watch. it's really... amazing.. as in the song is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116421753855102219?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116421753855102219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116421753855102219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116421753855102219' title=''/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116414271669071572</id><published>2006-11-21T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:58:36.713Z</updated><title type='text'>take me on a ride</title><content type='html'>ah, don't u just love roller coaster rides. &lt;br /&gt;especially emotional roller coaster rides.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i like.&lt;br /&gt;u have something, then you don't, then you have it, and you don't.&lt;br /&gt;u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;so very fun. &lt;br /&gt;disneyland anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116414271669071572?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116414271669071572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116414271669071572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116414271669071572' title='take me on a ride'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116398565043780558</id><published>2006-11-20T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:20:50.593Z</updated><title type='text'>lonely nights, silent hearts, warm thoughts</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;its a cold, rainy night today, and i'm here listening to the gentle tinkling of the pianos emanating from my speakers. &lt;br /&gt;i could close my eyes and transport myself to another world with this music on here. but physically, i would still be in this place. the only place where what i want to exist exists exists only in my mind. yes, u read that right, the 3 exists together are no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i spent the whole day cooped up in my room, doing my homework. ok, only math, not statistics or anything like that. truthfully, the only homework that i ever do is math and stats. econs homework is like 5 mins. and philo homework is like just a summary of the lecture notes, which is damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was so boring. i felt like i was doing confinement in army. just hanging around the place, doing nothing. i think i'm much too lazy to maintain a proper social life around here. i can't like drive here and there the way i do in singapore. so if someone asks me out, and it involves dressing up and walking like for 25 minutes, the probability is like 60% that i'll go, and after awhile, people forget about your existence.&lt;br /&gt;which is quite good anyways cos then u can just lie under the radar and be a mysterious man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't life seem so much like a game sometimes. like a matrix. like everything u experience are just experiences. and if u know how to manipulate the rules around abit, it's just a game. is that all there is to life? i dunno, but there should be some form of fulfilment somewhere. not just the way it is now is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to music of the night now. i wanna watch phantom of the opera. why do i wanna watch it? &lt;br /&gt;i like the story. &lt;br /&gt;how come so many stories in our lives revolve around love, and denied love, or forbidden love, or something like that. it is rather sad isn't it, our obsession with all these. &lt;br /&gt;sighness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sundays are always quite a sad day. &lt;br /&gt;i might start to cancel sundays out from my calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever, i think i should just go and sleep. tomorrow will be a monday, and monday brings with it its own challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are stupid. they like jerks and like getting their hearts broken. imma gonna start to become jerkier. then maybe girls will think i'm a nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;idiots. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116398565043780558?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116398565043780558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116398565043780558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116398565043780558' title='lonely nights, silent hearts, warm thoughts'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116390867882816549</id><published>2006-11-19T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:57:58.856Z</updated><title type='text'>the way it's meant to be</title><content type='html'>heys. &lt;br /&gt;itsa 3.40am now and imma still up cos of that horrible prison break thatsa keepin me up. &lt;br /&gt;me was, for a very long time since i don't know when, doing homewokr in front of a tv programme! that hasnt happened for like how long. prison break is BREAKING me! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, me was in camden. and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;it was a, by far, normal day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm quite sad, cos now i can't get back to singapore cos there're no tickets, and i dun have travel plans, cos i thought i was goin back, but now me is goining back so it's crap now. except for my little sojourn to amsterdam. that is gonna make a very very sad december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think me was making plans for christmas this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like its busted then.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a computer christmas, me and me computer.&lt;br /&gt;terribly exciting ain't it. &lt;br /&gt;argh i'm so irritated with meself for not booking them tickets earlier. &lt;br /&gt;that's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got quite more to say, but imma gonna leave it til next time i guess. it's me and me prison break for now. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116390867882816549?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116390867882816549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116390867882816549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116390867882816549' title='the way it&apos;s meant to be'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116382341790771037</id><published>2006-11-18T04:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:16:57.926Z</updated><title type='text'>prison break</title><content type='html'>finally.&lt;br /&gt;i understand why everyone is talking about prison break.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116382341790771037?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116382341790771037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116382341790771037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116382341790771037' title='prison break'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116373498092679318</id><published>2006-11-17T03:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:43:47.003Z</updated><title type='text'>too far away.</title><content type='html'>hi. &lt;br /&gt;imma got back, showered, and bout to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;fabric was awesome. i must have heard the greatest set of my life there. it was like 5 djs spinning a set, having a song each, one after another. and it was. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious. it's probably one of the best, if not the best, sets i've ever heard in my life. the energy and the mix was just there.&lt;br /&gt;fatboy slim wasn't too good though, i reckon he's a better producer than a dj. but he's a fun dj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beats MOS anytime. but that's prob cos i go to MOS (SG) like 3 times a week or at least 2, so i've heard the same mixes over and over again. yes. the fact of the matter is that MOS plays almost the same tracks and the same mixes everyday in the hip hop room. ha. now u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think imma quitting this whole deal. its not that i cant keep up. its just too pointless and aimless. its practically going nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be better off floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was walkin back, i looked up, and saw a star. &lt;br /&gt;it was a bright star.&lt;br /&gt;i should end my endless obsessions with them things which i know are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;stars will always be stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;imma off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;stay healthy, don't drink and drive, and don't take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116373498092679318?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116373498092679318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116373498092679318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116373498092679318' title='too far away.'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116371118926086378</id><published>2006-11-16T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:06:29.390Z</updated><title type='text'>a sense of believin`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/sad%20library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/sad%20library.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys!&lt;br /&gt;its a wet day today. rained in the morning. rained in the afternoon. and i couldn't be bothered about evening. lucky it's dry now otherwise that'd be a total damper to my evening plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so terribly cold in the morning that for the first time in my life i wore a scarf. as in seriously. mmmmmm :) but sorry jace it wasn't the scarf that u gave me, if you're even reading this. haha. its another scarf that i bought for myself. that scarf just didnt match. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok that was nonsense, i don't think jace even comes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight. so it was so terrible, i had like a morning 9am class. econs. which was quite a waste of time, cos i is so bored by it. and i took a bus cos of the rain and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after class, i just sat outside the library and stoned. and it looked so sad, and that's the photo u see on the top there. even the tree looks so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, i went to like math lect. and then i went to chinatown for lecture. i mean lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy to be able to study at lse, as i was in melancholic introspection outside the library. i felt quite lucky to be sitting there at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinatown was quite alright. and then i went back for philosophy lecture. &lt;br /&gt;and then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a sad day isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;actually today i feel quite ok. &lt;br /&gt;but nyways i've got a date with the fatboy slim todays at fabric.&lt;br /&gt;yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;AIIIIIIIIIIIght. imma gonna change and go out. cya chicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116371118926086378?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116371118926086378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116371118926086378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116371118926086378' title='a sense of believin`'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116363553123469093</id><published>2006-11-15T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:05:31.483Z</updated><title type='text'>look in your eyes</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;its a midweek wednesday, and we're almost there. surprisingly though, weekends and weekdays seem to make little of a difference to me nowadays. i could probably explain this, but i shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, for fear of feeling much too guilty for missing lessons, i went for stats. and like people only go for stats if they happen to be in school and like they have nothing else to do, but like stats was my only lesson, and i attended it. and it was a good reminder of why i stopped going for the stats lectures in the first place. and so i went for lunch, and then i went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to islington to watch saw 3. &lt;br /&gt;now saw 3 is a gory, bleeding, blow-you-up, tear-you-up, drill-holes-into-you kinda movie. &lt;br /&gt;and it was good, though i would have appreciated it if it were a little more gory, but i guess it was good enough. it wasn't exactly the most scary thing, but like it was damn psychologically thrilling, like what the hell is going to happen next kinda thing. it's quite fun. i would say it was worth me 6 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, if let's say in singapore, i go on a movie date with a girl, and i pay for the girl, i would pay $19. here, i pay 5.90 quid, which is less than $18. so on the whole, its cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;of course, there ain't the kinda company which i prefer, but it was good company nonetheles, with cyn and vern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the kinda company i prefer comes along only once in awhile, and i think the last time i actually watched a movie or anything like that with preferred company was like damn long ago. definitely prior to august.&lt;br /&gt;that is quite a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;time passes quite fast doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i have an early day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;i've gotta be up at like 8am. so i can go to sch at 9am. whatapain. but i'll do it anyways anyhows. &lt;br /&gt;long day tomorrow, but i'll be going to see norman cook and damon albarn in the PM, so that's gonna be rocking wicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does X remind me of Y? &lt;br /&gt;i need some rehabilitation. this is getting on my nerves quite alot. &lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back i got an email from one of my best friends. its times like this when u're reminded of how good life is. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;although i think it was only 2 sentences or 3. not exactly inclined to words are we. &lt;br /&gt;not him at least, but me, i'm all for words. &lt;br /&gt;cos that's all that i've got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. i'd best be going to bed and doing my reading and going to bed. &lt;br /&gt;that's the wise thing to do i guess. &lt;br /&gt;goodnights goodfellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116363553123469093?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116363553123469093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116363553123469093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116363553123469093' title='look in your eyes'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116355592091455913</id><published>2006-11-15T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:58:40.943Z</updated><title type='text'>shivering</title><content type='html'>omg its damn cold. &lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos my window is wide open and i'm in a singlet.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. but im going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116355592091455913?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116355592091455913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116355592091455913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116355592091455913' title='shivering'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116355268343902677</id><published>2006-11-15T01:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:19:41.696Z</updated><title type='text'>is this the way it's going down?</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone doing? &lt;br /&gt;today was a bad, sad, day. at the end of the day, i was sufficiently exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started off on a bad note i guess. some days u just feel like staying in bed with a good book. i guess that's how i felt this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dragged myself to school to attend the economics lecture. and the math lecture. and had lunch inbetween the both of thems. i sorted myself out with a pint during lunch too and that was alright. after schools, i went to IH to play mj, which i have not done for quite awhile. it was rather exciting and fun. &lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to salsa with the joanne and the charmaine. er it was quite boring cos it was quite slow and for the people with them 2 left feet. so i stoned quite abit. no incentive for me to go la. but its ok, i guess some days u just have to be friendly about such things. and im always a friendly person. unless u encounter me in the mornings then i figure you should best stand clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dinner at wong keis. today's budget was quite overshot, as was yesterdays. tomorrows would probably be overshot too, but i figure if i eat like the croissants for lunch i wouldn't overshoot it. i probably won't wake up for breakfast tomorrow anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you think about things and then u wonder what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know school everyday is really like survivor. &lt;br /&gt;there's tonnes of bitching, backstabbing, gossiping, etc etc. etc. etc. etc. omg. its not that i'm complaining or anything, but i never thought people would desire to live like a survivor life. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna live the entourage life. hahaha. no i'm just kidding. i'm just happy to live life the way i live it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe it could be improved on. and i know just how i could do it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers and goodnightey.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;i wants to do my reeading now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116355268343902677?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116355268343902677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116355268343902677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116355268343902677' title='is this the way it&apos;s going down?'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116350012363416145</id><published>2006-11-14T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:28:43.663Z</updated><title type='text'>gucci wallet</title><content type='html'>HI fellas, christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/gucci%20wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/gucci%20wallet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116350012363416145?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116350012363416145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116350012363416145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350012363416145' title='gucci wallet'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116349765170817627</id><published>2006-11-14T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:47:31.953Z</updated><title type='text'>sunrise, sunrise</title><content type='html'>i think the rumour and gossip machine is a fantastic thing.&lt;br /&gt;it turns the most mundane details into the most salacious gossip. &lt;br /&gt;definitely so. &lt;br /&gt;tabloids are fantastic inventions. &lt;br /&gt;and everyone in this life wants to be either 1.) a celebrity 2.) the paparazzi 3.) the reader.&lt;br /&gt;take ur pick of the side of fence u wanna be on now. &lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116349765170817627?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116349765170817627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116349765170817627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116349765170817627' title='sunrise, sunrise'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116346655011929196</id><published>2006-11-14T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:09:10.160Z</updated><title type='text'>a place called here</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;its like 12.50 and imma contemplating going for stats tomorrow, even know i know not many people will turn up. such is my hardcore industrious nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was interesting. econs was spent on the second level with yanneng. how sweet. circle seats them theatre folk like to call them. the view from the circle seats was quite good, and the lecturer looked quite small, as compared to a week ago, where i is seated right at the front, and he looked quite big. &lt;br /&gt;i think the way he talks is like the apple guy talking about ipods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then rushed (well, not exactly) to tower two to subject my brain to severe torture under the wicked hands of math and its numerous equations and numbers. i was also subjected to torture from my neighbour, who was vandalising my homework in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i headed to angel with vernon, the most eligible bachelor, to a buffet. it was quite good. something like the pizza hut buffet. maximum utility. actually we think buffets are damn save money, but its just lunch. unless we chiong buffet and don't eat dinner. but thing is, my hall has dinner, so it doesn't make economic sense for me. but its ok, food is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at angel, i bought 3 books for like 8 quid. and the books are like new books which would have cost me like at least 80dollars if i bought them in kino. not the kinda lousy books u often find in 2nd hand bookstores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in my life since i was in london, i took a free bus! the long bendy ones that you don't have to pay. i was rather tempted to take the tube cos i was lugging 4 litres of waters and 3 very thick books, but it was only 1 station so i decided to walk. whilst walking, i passed a bus stop, and the bus incidentally passed by me. deciding to throw all caution to the wind, not knowing where the bus would take me, i decided to board it, relying on my powerful intuition to think that it would bring me to where i wanted to go. and indeed it did. so i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;and i spent the rest of my day playing around in halls and trying to get my philosophy essay done. only to find out 10 minutes ago its due on friday. BUT i am by no means a procrastinator, and i love to do my work days beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ok. that's all. &lt;br /&gt;i'd best be going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i wnana go for breakfast tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;i shall. &lt;br /&gt;yanneng just u wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;i'll drag the zombie down to breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116346655011929196?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116346655011929196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116346655011929196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116346655011929196' title='a place called here'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116343544111301606</id><published>2006-11-13T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:30:41.196Z</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>i am taking 4 courses in school.&lt;br /&gt;econs, math, stats, and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;each course has 2 hours of lectures, philosophy only 1 a week. &lt;br /&gt;it should be quite relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go and lie on my bed now.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116343544111301606?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116343544111301606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116343544111301606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116343544111301606' title='school'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116337892450913530</id><published>2006-11-13T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:48:44.543Z</updated><title type='text'>bape mania goes crazy</title><content type='html'>look at this bape car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/bapebugatti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/bapebugatti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bape bugatti veyron. what can i say. bape mania is crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i wouldn't mind a car like that. it's damn funky. but then again, it just cries out "SCRATCH ME NOW!" &lt;br /&gt;and no drink driving with this car!&lt;br /&gt;u never know when the drinks might spill!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/nikeshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/nikeshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will marry anyone that gives me this collection.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;so girls, here's ur chance. grab it before someone else does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116337892450913530?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116337892450913530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116337892450913530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116337892450913530' title='bape mania goes crazy'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116335248428313413</id><published>2006-11-12T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:28:04.366Z</updated><title type='text'>that treacherous canyon</title><content type='html'>hi. its a sunday afternoon, and i've been stuck in my room for the longest time, trying to do my work. i've got a terrible philosophy essay on death, and i've got math. and its so funny how when you're so terribly caught up, 3 people ask u to go watch soccer. when you're free, nobody asks you to do anything. there must be some bug in the program that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've officially burnt my brain on math, and i'm taking a break. and amazingness of all amazingnesses, i'm listening to jay chou. and i'm listening to his slow songs. and its quite mellow and gives one a sense of melancholy. hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so incredibly bored. i feel like eating but i'm not hungry. i feel like doing my work, but i don't feel like doing my work. &lt;br /&gt;why is it like that. why are your feelings and emotions always conflicting with each other? there must be some weird paradox in this world that i don't seem to understand is there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about being in a foreign land with foreign people. people look strange when you're a stranger. well, that's how nomads live ain't it. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna melt into a puddle of water and then maybe condense and coagulate myself a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that will refresh me infinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116335248428313413?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116335248428313413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116335248428313413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116335248428313413' title='that treacherous canyon'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116329362645593112</id><published>2006-11-12T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:07:07.186Z</updated><title type='text'>make it good.</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from notts. &lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day like, going to notts, staying at notts, coming back from notts. so basically the whole day revolved around notts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's notts like. well, for starts, it is a sprawling, humongous, big, ginormous campus. its like 10 X LSE. or maybe more. but its really big. and the fields they have there are just rolling greens after greens after greens. and the trees and the scenery there is rather scenic, with some of the trees having green leaves, some yellow leaves, and some with them red leaves of autumn. it was indeed picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did we go there for? we went there for a time to play games and see each other. but it was alright. it wasn't anything to scream about really. the games on the most part, were kinda boring and uninvolving. they weren't exactly the kinda fun that i'm used to when i'm playing soccer. &lt;br /&gt;its one thing to play soccer competitively. and another thing to ENJOY soccer competitively. i personally like to enjoy what i do. i don't understand why some people just have to take everything like a matter of life and death, and neglecting the whole point of the issue in the whole process. oh wells, that's why everyone exists as different individuals in the world, for every different individual is a agglutination of different characteristics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a coupla old friends there. its ok, none that i'm particularly very close to. oh wells. the people i'm close to would probably not end up anywhere near london or anything like that. sad fact of life. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, that means that i can meet more new friends. so maybe its a good thing. oh wells, that's life i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the journey home though, cos i talked to joanne, which was rather interesting talk. its been quite a long time since i actually seriously talked to some one so it was quite fun. or at least i would like to think so. i think bus rides are always good fun for knowing people or something like that. hahaa. wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the journey there, i finished reading my book. it is. such. a. fine. book. i was reading it, and i felt every spectrum of emotion in the words on the page. it was as if the words on the page had a life of its own and had sent its invisible radiowaves into the depths of my mind and soul. it got quite hard reading the book at some points not because it was dry/unreadable, but conversely, it was due to the intensity of the emotion which was written that i could hardly read on, for it was just so real, and the emotions which it stirred up were very real too. at times, i had to just close the book and close my eyes for awhile, for the barrage of emotions was too much for my fragile heart to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the journey back, i was just staring at the passing lights. watching the world go by. there is something so very serene and tranquil about that. there is permanence in transcience.  and i was just thinking about things. its amazing how much can pass through your heads in moments like that. that's why i like taking long bus rides. but i dunno any buses arnd here. haha. &lt;br /&gt;hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i must visit el bulli at least once before i turn 25. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start booking sometime soon. table for 2? the dinner date can be arranged earlier. i think its much easier to get a dinner date than to get a table at el bulli. &lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite funny tonight. when i feel funny, i listen to 3 doors down and lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;i need my precious beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116329362645593112?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116329362645593112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116329362645593112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116329362645593112' title='make it good.'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116319153361790337</id><published>2006-11-10T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:45:33.863Z</updated><title type='text'>your eyes say everything</title><content type='html'>hellos!&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllloooooooooooooo world!&lt;br /&gt;its a FRIEDAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! and every friday is a fries day!!!! &lt;br /&gt;but i had a tremendously long day today :( &lt;br /&gt;i had like mathlect followed by spanish class followed by stats and then a 1 hour break and then philosophy. such a long day. by the end of the day i was out of battery and i felt like collapsing in front of the peacock theatre. but of course, the cold told me that i should go home and reside in the warmth of my room. so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i so must definitely plug the croissants at tescos. the butter croissants are only 51p and they're infinitely better than any delifrance ones! like they're really damn nice. especially if u get them when they're hot/warm. they're very crispy and fluffy and fragrant, and when u bite into them, they're like damn chewy, and the butter  is so fragrant. YUM YUM YUM. it goes well with milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh talking about milk, today, i OD-ed on milk. i had like 2 pints of milk! omg if only i drank this much milk when i was growing up, i'd prolly be like 2m tall. too bad its damn too late to grow now. the only way i can grow is horizontally, not vertically! hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I'VE been reading a book recently. &lt;br /&gt;and that book is so absorbing, it draws me in and like i just keep reading and reading, cos its so. descriptive and accurate of real life.&lt;br /&gt;like . hm this is quite a depressing topic, i think i shouldn't talk abt it lest i feel emo. haha. i was quite sad when i went for spanish class cos i was reading the book prior to it. i was feeling quite messed up/unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;br /&gt;i think i shall be off to bed now then. its 8.37pm!!! :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;goodnights &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116319153361790337?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116319153361790337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116319153361790337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116319153361790337' title='your eyes say everything'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116318303095027416</id><published>2006-11-10T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:23:50.980Z</updated><title type='text'>singapore is the place to be this christmas</title><content type='html'>who wants to go back to singapore!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore to see its longest and brightest Christmas Light-Up&lt;br /&gt;By Yvonne Yong, channelnewsasia.com | Posted: 10 November 2006 1923 hrs&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Photos  2 of 4    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Light-Up 2006 on Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Related Videos&lt;br /&gt;Dick Lee creating a 'wow' factor on Singapore streets during the festive season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE : The annual Christmas Light-Up on the streets of Singapore promises to be even bigger, brighter, and more spectacular than ever, with creative genius Dick Lee once again at the helm of its design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Tourism Board (STB) say this year’s ‘Christmas in the Tropics’ will be one to remember, with Singapore’s longest and brightest Light-Up, a Christmas Float Parade every night, and more entertainment, festive performances and shopping exclusives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Singapore is the place to be this Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;[it] has become one of the most attractive holiday options for tourists in the region and beyond... More than 20 per cent of visitors who were in Singapore during the same period last year had specifically planned their trip to coincide with Singapore’s year-end celebrations,” says Dr Chan Tat Hon, Assistant Chief Executive (Leisure), STB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chan says about 22 per cent of tourists are in fact, repeat visitors to the Christmas Light-Up, which is in its 23rd year and has become a signature highlight of the festive season in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Director of Christmas Light-Up 2006, Dick Lee, wants this year to be no exception for visitors and Singaporeans, “The first time they see the Christmas light-up, they will go ‘Wow’! That was one of the things I had in mind when I was designing it... that there must be strong “wow” factor. And that it is fresh and different.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When describing his inspiration for this year’s light-up, Mr Lee recalls the euphoria felt at Christmas time when he was a child, “Christmas to me is a time of joy, childlike wonder – I’m reminded about my childhood, and how I believed in everything – Santa Claus and the magic of Christmas – and that’s what I tried to convey in my design, to bring a feeling of that – to transform the street into this Christmas magical fantasy wonderland.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be two themes this year – ‘The Enchanted Christmas Garden’ down Tanglin, Scotts and Orchard roads, and ‘Christmas Bells’ spanning Orchard, Bras Basah and Stamford roads as well as Temasek Boulevard, Raffles Boulevard and Raffles Avenue in the Marina Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My setting is an enchanted forest somewhere – where the trees are gold and jewels are embedded between the tree trunks... I’ve got gilded mechanical birds flying around – that’s in the Orchard area,” says Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But for the Marina Bay area I use more traditional elements like poinsettias and bells – bells being the main theme for the Marina area.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Light-Up will total 6.4 km of glittering over-street lighting effects with 1,388 bejewelled birds, almost 100,000 replica diamonds and gems and 43,000 metres of electrical cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what there won’t be this year is snow or snow-like decorations, as Mr Lee feels it doesn’t suit a tropical climate, “As always, I want to bring out the fantasy and magic of the season, this time making it more relative to our region.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from sights and lights, shoppers will be treated to special Christmas deals and extended shopping hours during the festive season, with Orchard Road malls open late on Dec 15, 16, 22 &amp; 23 and Marina Bay malls doing the same on nominated nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is traditionally a month that sees a large numbers of visitors to Singapore – last year, the city recorded 829,000 visitors, only slightly less than July’s 877,000 visitors the same year, and up 28,000 from the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Christmas in the Tropics’ will run from November 11th until January 2nd, 2007. - CNA/yy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116318303095027416?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116318303095027416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116318303095027416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116318303095027416' title='singapore is the place to be this christmas'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116302501165247769</id><published>2006-11-08T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:32:32.793Z</updated><title type='text'>got me locked up</title><content type='html'>hellos. &lt;br /&gt;greetings from space.&lt;br /&gt;its 10.10 pm now. and imma gonna sleep like soon. &lt;br /&gt;because i've gotta be up like at 8am tomorrow. cos i've got a 9am class tomorrow. AND i  havent had breakfast for the whole week. i miss them bacons and eggs and sausages. and milk and cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays, i spent most of my day hiding in my bomb shelter in commonwealth hall. but i went out for awhile to kick a ball around and try to imagine i'm david becky with my wife poshy looking at me kick the ball around. but pity i'm no becky's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went for linner, dunch? ok, i went for tea with my friend and ate some mediocre ciabatta with ham and cheese. the ham and cheese here is good though. somehow europeans take much more pride in their cheese than them americans, who seem to be contented with KRAFT, or some philadelphia cheese spread or something like that. you muzz take ze pride in ze cheeeeezzzz or nooobody vill eat yooooour cheezzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the rest of the day like doing my work, and reading. &lt;br /&gt;and i did my laundry, and packed up my room. now my room is damn neat. except for the clothesline and the table, the rest of the room is damn neat. ok wait, lemme take a photo of my neat shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/my%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/my%20shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, so neat. and my wardrobe is damn neat also. all the clothes are hanging in proper order with like colour codes, and proper hangers, and like segmented into different kinda clothes like pants, shirts, jackets.&lt;br /&gt;i am a neat boy. &lt;br /&gt;but my table says otherwise. it is a organised mess. a mish-mash of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/ulu%20snowsports.jpg"&gt;&lt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/ulu%20snowsports.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check this out. this is an ulu snowsports event. who would wana go. so &lt;i&gt;ulu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;ok i'm damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going to read my book and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;oh nos. i've gotta read republic too. &lt;br /&gt;ok. cool. &lt;br /&gt;no time to waste. &lt;br /&gt;sleep is precious too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! gdnite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116302501165247769?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116302501165247769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116302501165247769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116302501165247769' title='got me locked up'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116294999856753318</id><published>2006-11-08T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:39:58.570Z</updated><title type='text'>so sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/fullhousesonghaekyolyingonrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/fullhousesonghaekyolyingonrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/fullhousesosweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/fullhousesosweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH SOO SWEET RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116294999856753318?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294999856753318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294999856753318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116294999856753318' title='so sweet'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116294967838479174</id><published>2006-11-08T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:34:38.386Z</updated><title type='text'>extra</title><content type='html'>ok this is an extra to my post, though its quite a different issue, but i'm listening to a song now, and this thought just came into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, u feel like life is more worth living than other times. why is this so? what are the constituent parts of the worth of lifE?&lt;br /&gt;what makes life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;:) I KNOW THE ANSWER :) :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;did i just proclaim to be able to answer the most sophisticated simple question in the world,&lt;br /&gt;what is the meaning of life? &lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;br /&gt;nono i meant that &lt;br /&gt;i know what makes my life worth living&lt;br /&gt;haahahaa&lt;br /&gt;oh no the full house song is playing now. the chuh eum geu ja ri eh song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the english translation of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have come into my arms now&lt;br /&gt;And you are talking about love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that it is not just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so full of you now&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hold anyone else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that since it is you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probably say something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Your love happened to draw nearer&lt;br /&gt;It was strangely unfamiliar to me~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the destiny I was promised&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know that it would turn into love~~&lt;br /&gt;After a little while I’ll have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t believe in myself enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;br /&gt;You find the seat I sit in alone&lt;br /&gt;Now you must just return it&lt;br /&gt;It was something so natural, so why does my heart ache?&lt;br /&gt;You have found the love you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;Now you must just return it&lt;br /&gt;As you smile happily I’ll let you go woo~yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look in my eyes, say that it is love.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced love, but it is over&lt;br /&gt;But I was so happy for that short moment&lt;br /&gt;Exactly as if I were dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize&lt;br /&gt;That we were in love from the beginning~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not give me your love&lt;br /&gt;You really shouldn’t do that!&lt;br /&gt;Now I love you this much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY i didnt translate the lyrics myself. &lt;br /&gt;i found it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BITTERSWEET RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;SWEET BUT SAD.&lt;br /&gt;eh i really should go to bed. but this is my blog, and i will terrorise my blog. haaahaahaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116294967838479174?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294967838479174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294967838479174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116294967838479174' title='extra'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116294915764029048</id><published>2006-11-08T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:25:57.686Z</updated><title type='text'>if only you would</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;its an amazingly late hour, but like i just got home sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had a tremendously long day in school. cos i had a 6 - 7pm philosophy class, so that was interesting. but i went back to halls like from 3-5pm to like do my stats. hahaa i'm such a nerd! yummy yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;school today was terrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrible cos i got jacked. ha&lt;br /&gt;but lunch was good though, so in the end it all balances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i went to this salsa class at leicester square, and it was quite interesting really, though hip hop/rnb is still in my veins. someday i will dance like rain/justin timberlake. hahaa big joke that is. &lt;br /&gt;but i like ballroom too. salsa is abit too.................. mixed up for me, but its fun though, so its worth considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. what is there else to say? actually there's not much to say. but my liquidity is running low. i must find some way to sort some cash out soon. all my money is stuck in figures. i need to translate them to some paper. what am i talking? i'm talking nonsense man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, should i be off to bed soon. &lt;br /&gt;oh, ok i'll post a photo of my industrious nature and what i did to my noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/noticeboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/noticeboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;okie&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116294915764029048?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294915764029048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116294915764029048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116294915764029048' title='if only you would'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116291770654074332</id><published>2006-11-07T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:45:34.583Z</updated><title type='text'>statistics question 4</title><content type='html'>go here for the answer to stats question 4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://planetmath.org/encyclopedia/PascalsRuleProof.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for question 6,&lt;br /&gt;the total number of squares on a chessboard is 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the lefthand vertical edge of a square of size 1 x 1.  &lt;br /&gt;This edge can be in any one of 8 positions. Similarly, the top &lt;br /&gt;edge can occupy any one of 8 positions for a 1 x 1 square.  &lt;br /&gt;So the total number of 1 x 1 squares = 8 x 8 = 64.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116291770654074332?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116291770654074332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116291770654074332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116291770654074332' title='statistics question 4'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116284982979240681</id><published>2006-11-06T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:50:30.030Z</updated><title type='text'>hedonism</title><content type='html'>hi, this post will be rather brainless, so if u're at risk of losing ur brain, u might wanna skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the following glasses, they are damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/marcjacobsaviator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/marcjacobsaviator.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these marc jacobs are so amazing, the bold coupled with the classic aviator shapes are just the right balance, and those smokey lenses gives a very bold, yet understated look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/emporioarmaniglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/emporioarmaniglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emporio armani.&lt;br /&gt;now, these are just about the classiest shades. the shape is so sleek and modern, and the graphite frames are so elegant. pair it with a classic scarf and that's the ultimate look of the season. so yummy. very rock star on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/paulsmithaviators.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/paulsmithaviators.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this are not very me, but they're really geek chic, and its very cheeky, pairing turtleshell with those pink lenses. very very paul smith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/jcrewpufferves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/jcrewpufferves.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this j crew puffer vest, especially since it's winter now. the red lining really brings out the life in this vest, and it's packed with goosedown. it'd definitely keep one warm. haahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/michaelkors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/michaelkors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this michael kors vest too, the print is ideal for a lazy, toned down day, and the cutting of the vest looks really comfortable too. that said, it also comes with zips insteads of buttons, unlike other vests. very contemporary. brilllllllllllliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SAID AND DONE,&lt;br /&gt;i need money for these nice stuff. so send those dollars and pounds in now! credit cards are accepted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i better do work instead of spending my time on these brainless activities. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116284982979240681?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116284982979240681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116284982979240681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116284982979240681' title='hedonism'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116282895392144758</id><published>2006-11-06T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:02:34.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;explain the obsession&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fqqvXwSVgXg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fqqvXwSVgXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is damn sweet. everyone who has a warm, beating heart should at least watch it once. it is SO so so sweet. words fail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116282895392144758?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116282895392144758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116282895392144758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116282895392144758' title=''/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116276895118108391</id><published>2006-11-05T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:22:31.236Z</updated><title type='text'>i really do work!</title><content type='html'>heys&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up, ate brunch, went to sleep, overslept, played football, and did work!&lt;br /&gt;work!&lt;br /&gt;work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowness. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;football was quite fun, and its going to get unfriendly soon. hahaa... i will unleash the unfriendliness when we get to notts games. building up all the pent up frustration and angst so that we can get unfriendly at notts. hahaa. how unsportsman-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home, i checked my lse email, and realised that horror be of all horrors, my philosophy homework is due! &lt;br /&gt;so i rushed a philosophy homework, and mailed it to my tutor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the whole night doing math, of which there are several questions which i still do not know how to do, and econs, which is due on friday, so i'm still a relak jack. but my table is damn messy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/my%20table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/my%20table.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah this is what my table looks like! but its good proof that i'm doing my work right. but i think my brain has worked to its maximum capacity and its saying, go to sleep. because its 11pm already. so i think i shall go and sleep. like now. maybe read abit of GQ first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was reading thru indifference curves just now (what a geek!) and i was thinking, why do people need gfs or bfs, and i have come up with a coupla reasons why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. activity partners - people with whom u have similar interests and do activities with&lt;br /&gt;2. emotional support - people who calm ur frizzled nerves&lt;br /&gt;3. clown - people who make u laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. eye candy - people who you look at&lt;br /&gt;5. atm - people who give u money and buy u things&lt;br /&gt;6. status givers - people who enhance ur status by the very reason that u all are together. like if i date paris hilton. er. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;7. just because - because both of u feel bored and jaded of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, what has this gotta do with indifference curves? &lt;br /&gt;see, some people prefer a mix of them, some people prefer either one or two of them. &lt;br /&gt;ok, does that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;ok then erm, i'm sorry, i'm a bad econs student. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the whole evening, i've been hearing fireworks. and i'm not a wet blanket or a spoilsport or anything like that, but i wish that they'd stop the fireworks or at least make soundless ones cos the pop pop boom boom of the fireworks only make me feel sad at how i'm stuck here doing my work and not enjoying the fireworks with some nice company or something like that. it's like every pop pop boom boom is like "haha, u are stuck doing ur work whilst everyone is watching nice little fireworks!"&lt;br /&gt;ok, but at least others are viewing it, so its not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;and why does lazy me only choose to do work today?! &lt;br /&gt;ok lah, but then again, i think the whole world, except the industrious ones are doing their work today. and i think the good companies are doing their work today. &lt;br /&gt;so no choice, do work today, and miss the fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;who's guy fawkes anyway! guy sebastian i know, the australian idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh seriously, i'm talking lotsa crap. &lt;br /&gt;i needa brush me teeth and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i needa sink in my room! ok i'm gonna buy a drill and install one in my room tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahha jokes. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight y`all! &lt;br /&gt;a.) may the sweetest dreams be upon you tonight. &lt;br /&gt;b.) may you have a bright and sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like meals ok, u can only choose one option, depending on which part of the world or what time you're reading this. if you're reading this for the second time, which is like second helpings, then ok, u can choose the other option. &lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeeeers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116276895118108391?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116276895118108391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116276895118108391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116276895118108391' title='i really do work!'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116275618217127025</id><published>2006-11-05T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:49:44.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Justin Timberlake - My Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fpfpON3IoeQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fpfpON3IoeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;check this video out, this is just about the most groovy song and the dance moves are so. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116275618217127025?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116275618217127025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116275618217127025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116275618217127025' title=''/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116270200473237607</id><published>2006-11-05T04:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T04:46:44.733Z</updated><title type='text'>come this way</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;its an ungodly hour of 4.30 am and i stayed up and i've just finished all my tutorials for the week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think everyone is quite stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i'm kidding! haha!&lt;br /&gt;i wont be the kind to finish my tutorials like on saturday night right, i'd have done them all by like last wednesday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. ok i'm kidding again! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea but i just got back anyways, so i'm abt to retire to my warm bed, where i shall spend some quality time in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i went to regent's park to play ultimate. though it's not really my kinda game, but it was fun and it was a good workout. not too bad actually. i ran like a dog til i was panting my lungs out. actually not really, but i ran alot til i was quite tired lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to roseberry hall! to eat zhixian's cooking! i must say that he is quite a good cook, compared to all the other jamie oliver wannabes lurking around the non-catered halls. hahaha.. i'm just contented to make my way down and eat my catered meals! hahaha...  but it was quite good and yeah, it was great company too, and yeah we had fun, so it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;what i didnt like about it though, was the tremendously long walk back in the freeeeEEeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEzing cold. ok lah it wasn't really that cold i'm really prone to hyperbole. but yah it was cold. and it was a tremendously long walk and my legs felt like they were gonna shatter at any time, but somehow they didnt. &lt;br /&gt;so i went out to trafalgar sq. and then i came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and u know those hot dog sellers along the streets at night, they usually sell the hot dogs for 3pounds, and today, i worked my charm on the hot dog seller, and got it for 2.50 pounds!!! so proud of myself!! ahahaha.. maybe i just had a hungry face.. but like there were a coupla girls after me, and they paid 3 pound for their hot dogs whilst i got mine for 2.50 pounds! hahahahaa.. maybe next time i can get it for 2 pounds. maybe i got a very sad and hungry face, so the guy pitied me and charged me 2.50 pounds. hahaha i don't know!!!! but the hot dogs are quite nice though, though it can be improved if the bun was like toasted or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all i have to say. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw fireworks just now. yayness! &lt;br /&gt;yah that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;very cute!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116270200473237607?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116270200473237607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116270200473237607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116270200473237607' title='come this way'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116264579837565858</id><published>2006-11-04T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:09:58.406Z</updated><title type='text'>stuck on a feeling</title><content type='html'>heyness,&lt;br /&gt;it's a saturday afternoon and i've just had a nice brunch. i think i live quite healthy in london cos the food is like really healthy. i mean, at least its healthier than what i get in singapore. let's break it down into its component parts.&lt;br /&gt;in london, i have bacon, eggs, tomatoes, baked beans, sausages, cereal, milk.&lt;br /&gt;in singapore, i have noodles, oil, chilli, fishballs, fishcakes, lard (yah im describing mee pok)&lt;br /&gt;now, in london, i've got milk! calcium! i've got sausages, eggs, bacon, PROTEIN! and i've got tomatoes! bursting with anti-oxidants and lycopenes!&lt;br /&gt;now, in singapore, i've got oil, fat! lard, fat! noodles, carbo! where is my protein and vegetables!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now, that explains why all the englishmen grow up to be so big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i was at covent gardens waiting for a coupla friends. i was sitting there listening to the busker singing, and it was really nice. some days, the deep bass beats have gotta stop and give way to the harmonic strains of the guitar and the deep mellow voices. and the really nice lyrics. sometimes we need abit of quiet in our lives don't we. can't possibly live life going from party to party ( though i certainly know a few people who do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i headed for a couple of drinks after that, and it was all good. though the cold after that was killing me, cos it ws so blistery chilling it was crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, as it all turns out, its all good. though i've got econs problem sets to complete by monday, and there're quite abit to complete. but nothing is too high an order for the incredible mervyn. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;or at least i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116264579837565858?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116264579837565858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116264579837565858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116264579837565858' title='stuck on a feeling'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116242371715587215</id><published>2006-11-01T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:44:03.413Z</updated><title type='text'>i need help!</title><content type='html'>help help help help help&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn hungry&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY DAMN HUNGRY MY STOMACH IS EATING ITSELF UP&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing worth eating in my room. there's like instant noodles but anyone who knows me should know that i never eat instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INSTANT NOODLES IN MY ROOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/DSC02890.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/DSC02890.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn taunting to me lah. &lt;br /&gt;i can't take it man&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll have food in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;i'll dream of a 10 course dinner followed by a dessert buffet.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, a wonderful dinner companion.&lt;br /&gt;why not 2. whilst we're at it, make it 3! &lt;br /&gt;ok i'm really going to sleep, i'm incredibly hungry, and the more i think about it, the hungrier i get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116242371715587215?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116242371715587215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116242371715587215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116242371715587215' title='i need help!'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116241360205065027</id><published>2006-11-01T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:40:02.090Z</updated><title type='text'>everything says you were meant to be</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;today is the official start of winter. the cold, unforgiving breezes. the short days and long nights. the dry, blistering air. &lt;br /&gt;winter is a sad season. there is no warmth in winter. &lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just the environment in which I exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is terribly superficial. people are only interested in your activities, what you're doing today, what you're doing tomorrow, what you're doing. they're not interested in you per se, how you feel, how are you doing, how you're coping. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, you can't blame them, they're not like your close friends or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;actually, coming here like a year earlier, whilst it has its advantages, brings with it its disadvantages too. you don't know anyone around here cos everyone is not from your year, so you don't have your same year friends here with you or stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather hungover, ok, very hungover today, so i slept til 1 + pm. and then i headed off to play abit of football, and it was really cold and the air was really thin. it was an alright game of football, not exactly the most enjoyable game in my life, but it should suffice for a midweek fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling abit pensive and homey today, so i packed up my room, and there is a world of difference, after packing up. did abit of work too, though not too much. i never believe in doing alot of work anyways. i'd rather put in 2 hours of good work than 10 hours of sitting around pretending to work, but your mind is probably drifting off elsewhere or something like that. that's something i'll never understand. people go study in groups, but end up talking away most of the time, and then they ask "why i study so much but i still fail exam?" and people who see me say "you're so slack, you probably pretend to play, but actually u go home and study and study and study" not very true. i just put in better quality studying hours, and spend the rest of the time doing other stuff. like reading. and drinking. and partying. and doing exercise. oh no, sounds so bad. hahaha. the exercise part was like to mitigate it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'd best be going to do my laundry and read plato's republic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather bored. &lt;br /&gt;goodnight y`all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116241360205065027?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116241360205065027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116241360205065027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116241360205065027' title='everything says you were meant to be'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116225459125574491</id><published>2006-10-31T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:29:57.876Z</updated><title type='text'>yanneng is damn funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;&lt;faGgot no. 17&gt;&gt; gosh           cravecoke says:&lt;br /&gt;why u always wanna sell me away&lt;br /&gt;flow sounds says:&lt;br /&gt;what sell&lt;br /&gt;flow sounds says:&lt;br /&gt;bankside is a better place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;faGgot no. 17&gt;&gt; gosh           cravecoke says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;faGgot no. 17&gt;&gt; gosh           cravecoke says:&lt;br /&gt;i haf nice arms too k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;faGgot no. 17&gt;&gt; gosh           cravecoke says:&lt;br /&gt;after u look past the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;faGgot no. 17&gt;&gt; gosh           cravecoke says:&lt;br /&gt;they're nice&lt;br /&gt;flow sounds says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;flow sounds says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;flow sounds says:&lt;br /&gt;im going to paste this on my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116225459125574491?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116225459125574491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116225459125574491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116225459125574491' title='yanneng is damn funny'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116225330629240810</id><published>2006-10-30T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:08:26.473Z</updated><title type='text'>gently soothing piano melodies</title><content type='html'>hies,&lt;br /&gt;i'm here typing this just before i retire to bed with my book.&lt;br /&gt;so today was a rather unproductive day, cos i just felt like i didnt do much. i felt quite like a slob really, but it's alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for an econs lecture, much of which i've already read or heard before. there was math class after that, which was rather fun, working with maple and all that kinda thing. i then went for lunch at wright's bar, where i was charged an obscene amount by the kind lady for something which i ordered which was off the menu. i suspect the price changes day to day cos its not on the menu so its up to them to decide the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went for philosophy class, which was so interesting, cos there was so much intellectual debate, which jolted my dormant brain cells into activity. finally, some semblance of intelligence in this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, so many people are so presumptious. they think that just because u're one way on the outside, means u're that way on the inside. these people are so sadly wrong. u know, i could launch into a complete barrage on the bi-polarity of the singaporean society, but it would probably escalate, so i'd better keep my guns to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, u know, during dinner, i was just so irritated. i literally lost my appetite there and then. i mean, some people should just know their role and shut their mouth, instead of acting all prissy and beautiful and classy. i've seen class, and them is certainly not one of them, so please don't even try. it is such a put-off, i think i left the dinner table quite soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of that kinda thing, school is getting interesting. life is getting better, the weather is getting colder, the sky is getting darker earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, life in LSE is like being on survivor where no one gets voted off. it's the essential survivor. really. hahaaha. like in one day, u can go through the entire spectrum of emotions. it's really quite reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;its not like NJ, where u were either bored, or really bored. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had something i thought was quite intelligent to say just now, but i think it escaped along with the CO2 molecules which i breathed out, so i guess that's about all i have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come join my fan club sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know usually i'm dropping them hard and heavy beats, but today, it seems like i'm pretty happy playing gentle, slow music. a guy's gotta keep it slow sometimes. all we want at the end of the day is something simple.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that the essential point of human existence. &lt;br /&gt;think about it, &lt;br /&gt;reduce all ur needs/wants to its basic fundamentals. &lt;br /&gt;what do u really want, at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's simple isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116225330629240810?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116225330629240810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116225330629240810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116225330629240810' title='gently soothing piano melodies'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116220148307975795</id><published>2006-10-30T09:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:44:43.083Z</updated><title type='text'>the approximation of small things</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;its a clear, cold monday morning now, and i just had a brilliant breakfast of sausages eggs, cereals, and yogurt. it's the same breakfast everyday it gets kinda boring, but i guess that's what the english have for breakfast yah. maybe abit of variations, but essentially the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's talk abt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite a happening day. i went out to hare and tortoise for brunch, then headed to camden, then to like leicester sq, picadilly circus, etc. then i headed to school! for fright night! ahhhhhhhhhh1!!!!!! ok actually it wasn't damn frigh`ning, it bordered on being comedy central instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/brunswick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/brunswick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this lovely place is brunswick, which is like a 3 minute walk from where i stay. there's like waitrose, which is this really big supermarket, and there's like babyGAP, Office, and alot of other stores there. its like a small shopping complex cum apartment, so yea. whilst i was there, there was this harp player busking there, so that was quite cool. anyways, i went there for like hare and tortoise, which is this eatery that is essentially asian, and like 90% of the people there are chinese, including the staff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i headed off to the little town of camden, which is like a big market, and there're all kinda quirky things around. it is pretty much the breeding ground of subculture, cos i saw alot of punkish people around, alot of shops selling marijuana paraphernalia (is that how u spell it?!) its quite cool actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/camden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/camden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what the main street of camden looks like, with all the weird shops along the side. its quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt manage to get a photo of the market though, maybe next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i headed to picadilly circus, to check out the bape! store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/bape%20store%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/bape%20store%20sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bape bape bape bape bape bape bape&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing about bape is that its OBSCENELY expensive. &lt;br /&gt;but seriously, the bape story was unfortunately, closed when we got there. they don't wanna be making too much money in case nigo's swimming pool of money overflows. we don't want that happening would we! &lt;br /&gt;but i got a shot of the display of the store too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/bape%20caps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/bape%20caps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all the bapeheads should be sufficiently satisfied with this shouldn't they. &lt;br /&gt;its quite cool isn't it haha. now all we need is abit of money to buy the whole store down.&lt;br /&gt;obscene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then i rushed back to get changed for fright night! ahhhhhhhhh! ok, actually fright night was less of an ahhhh! but more of a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah aha a hahahahahaaa. FORTUNATELY, or UNFORTUNATELY, depending on the way you sway, i was paired with jiayAAAAAn. it wasn't too bad, at least she wasn't the shrieking, squeaking, desperately screaming sorta lady. so my eardrums weren't assaulted by the incessant high-pitched girly screams. &lt;br /&gt;haha... anyways it was just a nice walk around the old building, during which i got older by like an hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;and eventually we didnt win the topshop voucher, horror of all horrors, sadness of all sadness. that means i can't go to topshop to buy anything anymore! :O &lt;br /&gt;not that i ever did anyways. &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ok that's about all for the mo, i'd  best get showered and command my legs to take me to LSE.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116220148307975795?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116220148307975795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116220148307975795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116220148307975795' title='the approximation of small things'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116204326044475287</id><published>2006-10-28T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:47:40.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>individually small things</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;in hall now! just showered and imma gonna sleep now! woke up just now for a round of soccer, wasn't that bad, it was quite fun actually, though the ground was abit slippery and the muscles were abit tight, but it was quite good fun though. scored a coupla goals so it was quite alright. been a long time since i played soccer anyways so yeah. but i still prefer to play on the field though, but anyways court is fine too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, i headed down to CCcCCcCCccrush to get CrrrRrrrrRrushed! and it was quite a fun time, y`know, drinking, talking cock, etc etc. but the music is quite bad, as in selection, flow and mixing. but anyways the more drinks in yr system, the harder to fight! so the music must have sounded fabulous to the numerous drunk souls there. i drank quite alot actually, i had like a pint glass of white wine, like 2 triple shot vodka redbulls, aftershock, etc etc. omg i should count my blessings that i could walk even walk after that! much less in a straight line. hahaha. but i was fine. after shock is such a tongue-numbing drink. i wonder what it does to ur stomach. maybe if u've got a stomachache u drink some aftershock and it'll numb ur stomach so u wont have a stomachache anymore. ok i'm seriously talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk so much nonsense that its incredibly incredible. i should try to reduce the amount of thrash i talk yeah. hahahahahaha it'd be an uphill task though. i think. &lt;br /&gt;anyways i have to do my math tutorial, but what better spirit to do it in than a well rested spirit right.&lt;br /&gt;and how do u achieve that state of nirvana in which ur spirit is well rested? &lt;br /&gt;ah, &lt;br /&gt;elementary my dear watson. sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so that's what im gonna do now. &lt;br /&gt;tata folks! oh, and it's like 1.30 pm now. &lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M STILL GONNA SLEEP LET NO ONE FOOL U THAT 1.3O PM IS NOT A GOOD TIME TO SLEEP. the spanish take siestas every day around noon time. &lt;br /&gt;but actually, any time is a good time to sleep. especially when it's in the peacock theatre. and it's stats tutorial. now, that would be a marvellous time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but now is also a marvellous time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;SO GOODNIGHT AND WISH U SWEEET DREAM (ok that bad english was intentional. duh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116204326044475287?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116204326044475287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116204326044475287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116204326044475287' title='individually small things'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116181933927811983</id><published>2006-10-26T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:35:40.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>don't give away</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be in bed, but all this music i'm listening to is so groovy that its getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;i like groovy music, it makes u feel. &lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listenining to justin timberlake's my love. and trust me, the starting part of it is so insanely unique, its the ultimate soundclip of the week. &lt;br /&gt;i know i just plugged chop me up by j timberlake in the last entry, but i'm plugging this too! his album is pretty good for all its lush beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've been thinking about this for quite some time, and i'd like to proclaim i'm so sick with girls and them thinking their so strong, so good etc. etc. at the end of the day they all want a nice guy to take care of them. i know this sounds so bigotist and so arrogant, but its just a thought of mine. i hear this so much, "ah we had so much fun without guys" or "ah who needs guys!" and when u hear that, u think guys are useless etc. that's the initial thought, but realistically, examining the underlying undertones of those statements, you realise that the expanded version of the earlier statement, much like how (X^2+2XY+Y^2) is the expanded version of (X+Y)^2 is actually, "u know usually we have to depend on guys for so many things, it's amazing how we managed to have fun without them around." ok that's quite a fallacious argument,  but essentially, that's how i feel. i mean, i could elaborate abit more on it, but i'd totally get flamed, so do mail me if u wanna hear more. but like i really feel so pissed off with girls getting rude when it comes to exerting their feminist authority. i mean, i'm totally cool with girls getting what u want, and feeling superior and all that, but seriously, you don't have to exert your authority to the point of being rude. there has to be mutual respect isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not very fashionable for girls to be rude. don't be a prude, but don't be rude!&lt;br /&gt;but face it, every girl wants a nice guy to cuddle them when the nights get long and the wintery nights get cold. snuggle in fronta the fireplace or something. it's only a matter of how hot the guys are. so yeah. u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i've got another gripe on guys and fashion, but i guess i'd leave it to next time. &lt;br /&gt;on to my GQ then. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116181933927811983?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116181933927811983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116181933927811983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116181933927811983' title='don&apos;t give away'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116181718605042678</id><published>2006-10-25T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:59:46.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know your way around?</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;what's up tonight! it's 11.37pm and i've got a 9am class tomorrow! which means i've gotta get out of my place at 8.30. which means i've gotta be up at 8am! oh no! but luckily, thurs is the only day in which i have such an early day. all my other days are like 11 am or 12pm. ha! beat that all u NUS/NTU/SMU dudes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, school today was nonsense. i had a massive hangover today, and i got up for my ONE hour of statistics lecture at 12pm. what the hell, i shouldn't even have gone, it was such a massive time-waster! no wonder there were so few people in the lecture. every wise person skipped! only me and a few other industrious souls attended the lecture. but seriously speaking, u'd be more productive not attending the lecture. the girl on my left was asleep, the guy on my right was talking cock with another guy, everyone behind me were either asleep/talking cock. and the lecturer was also talking cock. so the basic key of the matter is that stats lectures are useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i slept alot today. and soon i'm gonna sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm rather bored and the deep beats and flow sounds of the rnb music i'm playing is creeping into the deep crevices of my cranium.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall be ending this entry here.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, to keep in mood with the endorsements of the LSE and its student elections nonsense, i strongly endorse Justin timberlake's chop me up! it is a smashing song! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okies goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116181718605042678?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116181718605042678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116181718605042678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116181718605042678' title='do you know your way around?'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116171550476307076</id><published>2006-10-24T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:45:04.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what's grinding!</title><content type='html'>hi party people!&lt;br /&gt;what's grinding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, school has been good, fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i just received a mail from my philosophy tutor, saying this&lt;br /&gt;I propose we meet from 5-6 and go for a beer afterward at The Beaver to talk more about death.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa how funny is that! go for a beer after class to talk more about death. oh, in case u think we're morbid creatures, its cos the philosophy class is currently dealing with death and its effects on the person who is dying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, with london being pre-dominantly english, you'd think these english people have got their english well sorted-out, but the english here is so funny that i confuse myself sometimes when speaking to them english people. it is so weird. haha. apparently they don't seem to speak english yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so life has been all fine and dandy and all, the weather has been getting colder and all. and i'm gonna go to MOS tonight yeah! cool dudes! right on then, i guess that's all for now man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i wasted all my energy and time man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go sort some pretty people out man. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116171550476307076?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116171550476307076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116171550476307076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116171550476307076' title='what&apos;s grinding!'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116150388247733368</id><published>2006-10-22T08:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:58:02.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life's intricacies</title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;its an early sunday morning and i'm sitting in my room waiting for time to pass. one could always go for an early breakfast and sit around watching the world go by, but no, i shan't do that today. for there is just no company around that would do that with you. who could i possibly ring up now and say, hey let's go for breakfast! and have the person say ok, instead of "are you insane/out of your mind?" oh wells, that's the way it is here, one's gotta deal with it no matter what ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite hungry though. i look forward to the delecatably delicious sandwich which i will be getting at tesco express later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just about the most exciting game in the world. u make decisions all the times, sometimes good, sometimes bad. sometimes u wonder why didn't you make that decision sooner, why didn't you make that decision later, why did you even make that decision at all? but that's life, and the timely unravelling of these are what makes life, life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, check this pair of pants out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/1600/dsquared%20khakis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/333/320/dsquared%20khakis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they nice! but they cost a mind-blowing $1095 usd. no less! oh wells, the well-lubricated definitely have it going for them don't they. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways that's about it all for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116150388247733368?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116150388247733368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116150388247733368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116150388247733368' title='life&apos;s intricacies'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116115247231303362</id><published>2006-10-18T07:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:21:12.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>full house</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i've felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard the theme of full house play and the nice memories of that show came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;actually that show is just another korean drama, with all that lovey dovey thing. but underneath the facade of the show, lies a simple, sweet story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting much too complicated nowadays. it'd be nice to have a simple sweet life again. but then again, since when did i ever have anything simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah there was. back in the days. &lt;br /&gt;time to hit the reset button!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116115247231303362?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116115247231303362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116115247231303362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116115247231303362' title='full house'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116110509431330858</id><published>2006-10-17T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:11:35.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no porter for your emotional baggage</title><content type='html'>now,&lt;br /&gt;it always is difficult dealing with life. but why should life be difficult? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, let nobody fool you into the illusion that life is about pain,hardship and suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you do what you enjoy, you'll enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there should be no cancers in life, for they are but mere interferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's go back to doing what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world, game on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116110509431330858?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116110509431330858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116110509431330858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116110509431330858' title='no porter for your emotional baggage'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368099.post-116092402938709799</id><published>2006-10-15T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:53:50.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all eternity long</title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;today i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;we complain far too much. &lt;br /&gt;we complain about this, complain about that, and even right now, i'm complaining about how we complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm not complaining, i'm just highlighting an observation in order that people who read this will realise it and cease the amount of inane complaints which they have, and lead better lives.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we complain much too much. and we compliment far too little. &lt;br /&gt;think about it, when something goes wrong, our first instinct is to complain. "why the air con so hot?" "why the restaurant spoon not shiny"&lt;br /&gt;if we look at it from another angle, we could always say, "it's a great day, i'm happy for my company." everything is all abt perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could complain everyday about LSE, and its workload. "work is so difficult, math is such a bitch, it's so hard etc. etc." but instead, i choose to think about how fortunate i am to be able to be here at LSE, how i am one of the very few who are able to have a chance to even study here, etc. etc. and that far outweighs all the hardship which I've gotta go thru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, did the abovementioned situation change in any way? it stayed the same, but because of the way i approached the situation, it seemingly changed from a really tough situation into one which many people would give the shirts off their backs for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thank each other far too little. surely there are so many things to be thankful for, so many things which we appreciate far too little. but we never think abt that. we expect things to be perfect, and when something goes wrong, the blame-machine is set in action. let's chuck out our blame-machines and set our thanks-machines in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that would make life a better place to be. maybe we could all be happy, finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368099-116092402938709799?l=mervs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116092402938709799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368099/posts/default/116092402938709799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervs.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092402938709799' title='all eternity long'/><author><name>mervyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
