<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317</id><updated>2009-11-12T07:14:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN PORN!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-7655631582389069482</id><published>2009-11-12T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:14:11.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Je veux ton amour; et Je veux ta revanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsthwTUTylQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsthwTUTylQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="307"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady Gaga - Bad Romance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently can't get enough of this music video! So many 80's elements in it -- the 'Thriller' moves, the costumes, the beat... I LOVE 80's INFLUENCES! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds very similar to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PokerFace&lt;/span&gt;, though. But both are very catchy songs nonetheless. This will definitely be the next super popular song that'll be blasted through every tween's loudspeaker phones. You've been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lady Gaga seriously looks tranny here. A fierce one. But in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-7655631582389069482?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/7655631582389069482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/7655631582389069482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/je-veux-ton-amour-et-je-veux-ta.html' title='Je veux ton amour; et Je veux ta revanche'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4829307975361732824</id><published>2009-11-08T06:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:52:18.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SvX4a-C9VyI/AAAAAAAACss/i-CEhmpI9Ro/s800/rt56-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, just thought I might do a quick update of this space. But really, there's not much to update about my life. It's as usual -- boring and monotonously uneventful, like a panda's sex life. (Hahaha, okay, I don't even know if that's a correct analogy.) Anyway, even if I were to have anything vaguely interesting happening in my life, I'd be lazy to come all the way here to type a prose about it. So if, for some reason, you must know all my inconsequential stuff, you might wanna peruse my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;tweets&lt;/a&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the only thing that's mildly of importance recently, is the fact that I got an ear-piercing. *Cue wide-eyed stares of disbelief* Actually, I don't know why people find it shocking that I went and got one. I mean, am I really so predictable and boring in everyone's eyes, that everyone has to be all hoohah when I've done something like this out of the blue? Okay, when I say everyone, I mean &lt;i&gt;generally&lt;/i&gt;. Some didn't bat an eyelid, and I can empathise, cos it's not as if it's some big fat hairy deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind the ear-piercing was... actually there's not much of a reason. I just felt like doing it randomly. I was feeling rather empty that day, and thought an ear-piercing would add some cheap thrill to my life! Do I regret my whimsical decision? Hmm, alot of people told me I look like an Ah-Beng now. I don't really care much for that opinion. At least it beats being told that I look like a queer by some ignorant and quick-to-judge people. But whatever opinions they have are void to me anyway, just because it's &lt;i&gt;their opinion&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy that I look a little different now. I need some change in my life, and I figured this was one way to bring about it, albeit a very superficial one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I have a feeling of dread now, because I'm unprepared for the sociology test I'll be having like 3 hours later. (Yes, a test on a Sunday morning. How wonderful!) I intended to burn the midnight oil to study the last chapter, which is the important one, I haven't touched. So I went and bought my go-to coffee drink from Starbucks (Iced Grande Americano Misto!), drank it to stay awake. But somehow, I promptly lost all motivation for revision. And I went to sleep! And I had some seriously surreal wacky dreams, cos my brain was like half-asleep and awake from the caffeine... It was like some sort of high. Ok, and now I'm awake typing all these instead of using the time wisely to hit the books :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in other news, I'm broke! Which is not really news actually, cos it's a well-known fact I'm always broke. The infuriating thing is that I don't even spend on material things, like most people would expect me to, if I have the money. All of my money was spent on FOOD. And come to think of it now that I'm broke, that money spent wasn't totally satisfying. I mean like, food eventually becomes shit anyway. And shit is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamadekaninachaocheebyelanjiao. I realise I like to scold ching chong vulgarities nowadays. Oh gosh, I really &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; becoming an Ah Beng! YOU ALL BETTER NOT OWE ME MONEY HOR. Or I'll splash red paint on your door. And it'll look like highly-abstract art. And No. One. Likes. Abstract. Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630 am! I hear birds chirping. Wow I haven't heard that since forever. I think it's seriously time I start studying now. (CHAO CHEE) BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4829307975361732824?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4829307975361732824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4829307975361732824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SvX4a-C9VyI/AAAAAAAACss/i-CEhmpI9Ro/s72-c/rt56-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-6618091875895910202</id><published>2009-10-20T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:15:14.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>CURSE YOU.</title><content type='html'>I just found out from my mum that some burglars broke into our house over the Deepavali weekend and got away with our LCD TV, a few thousand bucks worth of cash, and some jewellery. This pisses the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I wish karma exists, so that those motherfucker sons of bitches who stole our valuables get their deserved retribution, which hopefully, will be no less than getting their kneecaps shot, skins peeled while alive, and then left outside for crows to devour on their vile remains. All these happening in front of their elderly mother, wife and kids (assuming these beasts are capable of reproducing - oh the horror!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, if karma exists, why the hell did such misfortune fall upon us? What horrid deed have we done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckity fuck. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my roommate's applying a shitload of talcum powder. I have a sensitive nose. Fuck you. It fucking stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-6618091875895910202?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6618091875895910202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6618091875895910202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/curse-you.html' title='CURSE YOU.'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-8044974061090134366</id><published>2009-10-14T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:12:34.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Les Chronicles du la Roommate - Part Deux</title><content type='html'>So as I was beginning to feel eternally grateful to my roommate (henceforth simply known as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, because auto-spell check keeps underlining the word 'roommate' in ugly red squiggly lines) for being so generous to lend his iron and ironing board to me -- so I may neatly press my shirts and make Martha Stewart proud -- he struck up a conversation (in Mandarin, no less) that reminded me the fact that horridly ignorant people are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he tucked himself to bed, he casually said to me, "&lt;i&gt;Do you know, rumour has it that &lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt; from the room above us is gay!&lt;/i&gt;". Enticed by the prospects of juicy gossip, I probed further to find out who exactly this V person is.  Alas, his description of "not-bad looking" and "Myanmar-rean(?)" left me even clueless than before. Apparently, it seems that V and I are not fated to be even acquaintances, seeing as how we fail to meet each other even once during the one month since I've been here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked R, what interesting thing it was about V that made him brought up this hearsay --Was V caught red-handed by his roommates while wanking off to gay porn? WAS V FOUND DOING THE BANGLA CLEANER?! I needed to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But R merely said, "&lt;i&gt;Oh nothing&lt;/i&gt;", then gave a little shudder. "&lt;i&gt;Just feeling scared.&lt;/i&gt;" And with that, he promptly fell to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which is, once again, why I'm safe to blog about him now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Scared? Just because of the presence of ONE (rumoured) homosexual amongst us? Can you say RIDICULOUS? I'm curious to know what exactly his impression of gays is that invokes such fear in him. Does he think that gays go around sexually violating EVERY heterosexual in their vicinity? Does he think homosexualism is contagious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. My dears, the world is not filled with hatred, but IGNORANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the sun was shining quite strong late-morning today, and I went swimming! And by swimming, I mean just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;-ing at the poolside absolutely not moving and soaking in the sun's rays. I was in quite a lovely shade of tan when I left the pool, but unfortunately, I'm now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Which is a sign that I'm about to peel :( A new layer of skin that's unkissed by the sun will replace the sunburnt tan skin. How sad is that? Instead of becoming tanner, all my efforts goes to waste, and I become fairer instead. Fuck my life, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to sleep and let my skin rejuvenate! Sociology lecture tomorrow morning! It's the only lecture I enjoy and actually look forward to. Bye bye peel peel bananas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-8044974061090134366?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/8044974061090134366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/8044974061090134366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/les-chronicles-du-la-roommate-part-deux.html' title='Les Chronicles du la Roommate - Part Deux'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-278056343582251505</id><published>2009-10-06T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:39:15.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Gem of Life</title><content type='html'>Just realised I didn't update anything about how the rest of my 21st birthday went, after my last entry... Well, I'm not going to go in great details of how it went, because I think I ought not to type so much from now on, since I feel so old already and I'm afraid rheumatism might just set in anytime. Also, and more tragically, I do not have the pictures to blog about/flood Facebook with, because &lt;u&gt;no one gave me the &lt;b&gt;Canon S90&lt;/b&gt; for my birthday present&lt;/u&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in summary, I had lunch at an atas French bistro in Holland Village, and then had an awesome intimate BBQ dinner. So in all, it was kind of a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought I might complain a little here regarding my roommate, since he's asleep and I feel safe now typing it here -- He's a little too cheena for my preference (I realised I can't handle simple conversations in Mandarin anymore! AND TO THINK I GOT AN A2 FOR HIGHER CHINESE!), but that might be an understatement, cos, goodness, he plays HOKKIEN songs and Chinese Pop using his laptop speakers! Like, for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm judging, or have any prejudices against people who aren't proficient in English. In fact, I think it's great there are still people embracing their culture. But I wish he'd embrace it in a more considerate manner. Come on, no loudspeakers please! Hokkien songs = sandpaper to my ears. And Chinese Pop is only okay in KTVs... when I'm the one singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't force others to endure my obscure (most might say questionable but they are wrong) music selections by blasting it out loud, so please don't do unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he will read this. Cheena people don't usually surf blogs which consists of 90% English words. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[citation needed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I guess it's really bitchy of me to blog something unpleasant behind his back, but I need an outlet to complain after all. There's a chance he might stumble upon this post, since my Facebook account links here. And if he reads this, well I want him to know that I have nothing against him personally, but his choice in not investing in earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I'm catching a HK drama serial called &lt;i&gt;Gem of Life&lt;/i&gt;, which is quite good (or I wouldn't be watching it). And speaking of HK dramas, I think Chinese-dubbing shouldn't even be an option to the viewers, for the sake of not butchering the show. Every show should be aired in the original language, ie Cantonese for HK dramas. I watched Heart of Greed, and Moonlight Resonance, in Cantonese, and then watched the horribly Chinese-dubbed version on Ch8, and gosh, it was totally different la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-278056343582251505?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/278056343582251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/278056343582251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/gem-of-life.html' title='Gem of Life'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-927677710080366758</id><published>2009-09-21T04:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:12:26.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>TURNING 21 ON THE 21ST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me! :D&lt;/span&gt; (And er, Selamat Hari Raya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my birthday has been pretty fun. The day before, I had a rather casual and nonchalant birthday lunch with my family in JB, which has always been the tradition. And then I came back to Singapore for Janet's birthday celebration in the evening, where I hung out with a few others till after midnight. So at least I didn't start the day of my birth anniversary being sad and alone, haha! I remember quite vividly (it was only a few hours ago haha) that I was walking down some steps at Holland V with Kaiyin, Janet, Sky and Sheryl, and I went like, "&lt;i&gt;Guess what? Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/i&gt;", and then they all wished me happy birthday. Quite shameless actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sky drove us all to Telok Blangah park to see some spooky-looking house, which was really quite spooky cos some China girl's hacked body was found in the woods there a few years ago, and her vengeful ghost might still be roaming around there. So, yeah. Then, we went to Orchard Road where Janet and I did a rather lame act of singing the birthday song out loud to each other with the windows wind-down. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had DIM SUM SUPPER at Geylang! Highlight of the day thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm back at my hostel, and I find out that the electrical box exploded or something while I was out. And everyone's air-conditioners can't freaking work! OMG, why of all things, the air-con?! Why can't make the lights not work? I can't sleep without AC. (Ha, amazing how humans don't consider light a necessity now.) So, it's now seriously stuffy in my room. And I refuse to open my door, cos when I left it open just now, it was practically an invitation to all sorts of creepy crawlies to fly into the room. Sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like coming up with a reflective post about my life thus far, you know, since it's my 21st, and it's an oh-so-significant event. But, lazy ah. Maybe later. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 in the morning of my birthday now. 19 more hours to go, and I hope it's gonna be even more exciting later! And also, may the air-con work!!! But first, I have to sleep, which might be a problem cos of the stuffiness I'm experiencing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-927677710080366758?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/927677710080366758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/927677710080366758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/turning-21-on-21st.html' title='TURNING 21 ON THE 21ST!'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-5887330175778465747</id><published>2009-09-17T07:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:54:42.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry for him</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SrFwmbt_7iI/AAAAAAAACsE/bc6TaxgskEw/s800/fbfriends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scrolling up my Facebook news feeds (because I always read the feeds from the bottom, ie. in chronological order), and what do I see? A classic Friend-Padder bragging about his X number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instantly turned-off by the kind of douchery displayed. There he was, proudly displaying to the whole world his collection of online "friends", but it only made me feel more like removing him from my friend list so that a) his friend count falls back to 999 and, b) there's no point in having such people around in my list anyway, since he probably adds his neighbourhood mini-mart owner's 3rd cousin as his "friend" also, thus seeing me no differently from other random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scrolled a little further up, and what I saw made me feel a little better. Someone (unrelated to the previous guy) posted, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The amount of friends you have on Facebook forms a positive relationship with the number of quizzes in your homepage!&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEED! So, instead of feeling disgusted by the Friend-Padder, I should feel sorry for him -- Imagine being inundated with lots of asinine quiz results and other related spam from 1000 people everytime he logs into Facebook! It'll totally suck all the joy and purpose of social-networking from him man, like a Dementor's Kiss... but worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUAKUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I decided to just continue and have him as my Facebook friend, that poor thing. And also, I think he's studying SMU Law or something, and who knows I might need his help one day? Always better to have such contacts around. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, read the other &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;annoying types of Facebookers&lt;/a&gt; by CNN.com. So totally true and funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-5887330175778465747?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5887330175778465747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5887330175778465747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry-for-him.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for him'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SrFwmbt_7iI/AAAAAAAACsE/bc6TaxgskEw/s72-c/fbfriends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-42032591747143820</id><published>2009-09-10T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:45:53.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>Okay, at least there's some good coming out of this blogging hobby (besides being able to satisfy my need for attention), cos guess what? I just found out that I &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/blog/2009/09/07/nuffnangcommunityupdate-7sept09/" target="_blank"&gt;won 2nd prize&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-that-funky-music_29.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nokia Comes With Music Nuffnang Contest&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FREE PHONE!&lt;/b&gt; WOOOH! Just in time for my birthday coming soon :D *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hello to the sudden explosion of traffic. (I suddenly feel so exposed and self-conscious, now that people are &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; visiting this space.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-42032591747143820?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/42032591747143820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/42032591747143820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4852910360540368134</id><published>2009-09-02T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:23:25.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>WISH LIST</title><content type='html'>So, I was supposed to work last weekend, but the company I was working for cancelled the project on me last minute. Which means, I no longer had the chance to earn some money and thus, am now as broke as ever. (Ya, I know I say that all the time, but I'm really perpetually broke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really envy my peers sometimes. Okay, actually not sometimes, but all the time. I mean, they get to travel, spend lavishly on whatever they want, eat expensively, wear nice clothes etc, all without any worries on their wallet. Lucky or what?! I mean, of course, life isn't defined by the material possessions you have. But seriously, I think that's just how people console themselves for being poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guess what? I have this theory that people who are rich in this life will become poor hungry Africans in their next lives, and vice versa; while people who are neither rich nor poor will continue being that for all their lives -- hence making life fair after all. HAHA! This makes me somewhat comforted as I'd rather be neither rich nor poor forever, than be mighty rich in one life then suffer in agony in the next. But of course, all this is naught but a ridiculous story that I came up with. Haha, I don't even believe in reincarnation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so I'm really tired of always pining for but not getting the things I want! Thus I'm coming up with this wish list, so I can just sit around being a lazy bitch and still get the things I want without having to work for it. I know it's seriously shameless and desperate to the maximum to broadcast material wants and expect them to come your way. But I'm sure there's a rule that all would-be-21-year olds are entitled to this just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, MAJOR UNSUBTLE HINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I seriously hope wish lists are effective, or else there's really no justice in this world, hahaha. Wokay, be prepared for shamelesness ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;iMac 24"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowxTnB8SjI/AAAAAAAACoU/TLK5rVeGpE4/s400/imac-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting and shocking everyone with my most expensive wants first! I know I contradict myself when I say I dislike Apple fanboys and fangirls, yet I myself lust after their products. Well, I just can't help the lust, cos the iMac is total eye-candy. It's so pretty and zen-looking! I can just sit in front of it all day and pretend to be all creative and stuff, even though the only thing I'll probably do with it is plainly surfing the web -- which is not exactly creative at all. Haha, I think my previous sentence aptly describes 70% of mac-users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canon G11 / Canon S90&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowyfeF1PmI/AAAAAAAACpE/5HzDMLMrzI4/s400/G11-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like pansy point-and-shoots! But neither do I want a hefty DSLR, which screams "LOOK AT ME! I'M A POSER PROFESSIONAL PHOTOG WANNABE!". Prosumers are my kind of thing. It's small enough to tote around, but capable of good-quality shots. I used to want a G10, but Canon just recently refreshed the series a few days ago, and now it's a G11. Gosh, the advancement of technology these days! But anyway, I no longer like the G-series as much now, cos there's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/Sowyf40_CJI/AAAAAAAACpM/aJZqyz-4-4M/s400/S90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the S90! The &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5340815/canon-powershot-s90-pocket-pro-point+and+shoot-hands-on-yes-pleeeeease" target="_blank"&gt;S90&lt;/a&gt; seriously looks much more neat, simple and handy right?! And did I mention it's a prosumer? Well, it is! HOLY MOTHER CRAP! I think this one's gonna cost a bomb though. Probably around $900 when it comes out? OMG kill me. Or, let me strike 4D? Or, why not you give one to me? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fuel for Life Fragrance by Diesel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowxT5-O1JI/AAAAAAAACoc/oJbpHm7x9XU/s400/diesel-men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, moving on to reasonable wants. This fragrance came out like dunno how long ago already, and I think it's very popular. Not that I mind alot, cos I really like how the fragrance smells. It's not too masculine, but not feminine also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing: A couple months back, my sister told me she had already bought me my 21st birthday present. I had a hunch she bought this for me since she knows I like it. But she then asked me what if she bought Hugo Boss instead? Which leads me into thinking that she bought that, which I totally don't like. But then again, I don't even know if she really bought me anything, so she could be just lying after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Backpack&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SpftxvamdVI/AAAAAAAACq8/chNd2AMcRhQ/s400/lexbackpack-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what was with my fascination of big bags, cos all my bags (read: two) are quite big. So it has become a nuisance when I have a couple of things to bring out, yet I don't have a small-enough bag to carry them in. Coincidentally, these small backpacks are now back in vogue, as seen by the many tweens carrying them around. But I actually think they are quite cool (the bag, not the tweens). I mean, these fit my stature nicely, and I see US kids use them in college/uni in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one in a plain neutral colour like the one above, or black. Hopefully no obvious brand label, which I think is tacky. And certainly no fancy polka dots or lightning bolts or crazy patterns please! Those are hideous and unclassic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the picture above from &lt;a href="http://men.style.com/theupgrader/style/features/buyers_guide_fall_2009/slideshow/073109BUY?loop=0&amp;amp;slideshowId=slideshow59820&amp;amp;iphoto=26&amp;amp;nphoto=87&amp;amp;play=false&amp;amp;cnt=1" target="_blank"&gt;men.style.com&lt;/a&gt;, and that bag costs like a crazy US$275! There are also similar looking ones available at &lt;a href="http://store.americanapparel.com.au/rsanc501.html#i target="&gt;American Apparel&lt;/a&gt;, but I don't know why they have to price it at a high price of AUS$68 as well. Urgh, how come the things I like so expensive one ah? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hoodie/Jacket/Sweater (or whatever's the correct term)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SphhreI9vII/AAAAAAAACrk/rUSZSG5YJ5E/s400/wish4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need one (or more) cos lecture rooms are hypothermic cold and I have no body fats. Since everyone sources their hoodies from the usual places, ie Topman et al, I guess I'm fine with cardigans as an alternative, if they are as nice. I especially like the above one in blue, cos it has a shawl collar, sort of like a lapel, which looks quite dandy. Alas, it's no longer available in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SphhrKTvHvI/AAAAAAAACrc/dA6a5YKqBuo/s400/wish3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures ripped off from &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Asosman/Asos-Ribbed-Button-Through-Hooded-Cardi/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=702835&amp;amp;cid=7617&amp;amp;Rf-800=-1,40.000&amp;amp;sh=0&amp;amp;pge=0&amp;amp;pgesize=20&amp;amp;sort=-1&amp;amp;clr=Black" target="_blank"&gt;asos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;T-shirts, Polo shirts, button shirts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy can never have enough of t-shirts and polos. I usually go for white, cos they're the most easy to be paired with, with simple graphic prints. Bonus, if they are &lt;a href="http://www.johnnycupcakes.com/design/721/CrossbonesClassicGuys" target="_blank"&gt;food-related&lt;/a&gt;/80s themed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowxS4txjXI/AAAAAAAACoM/iSd3DwGAi2Q/s400/whiteshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;I also lack this very basic wardrobe staple -- plain white shirt. In fact, I don't really have any formal attire. I have a nice black knitted wool tie now though, but it currently goes with nothing.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shorts &amp;amp; Pants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shorts. Though it's hard to find one that fits me. I also need long pants, like slim-cut chinos from GAP or something. Something made of cotton and not denim. Not that I mind owning another pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shoes &amp;amp; Slippers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes I have now are all unsuitable for running in, which is my lame excuse for not exercising for the past 3 years (HOMG!). I have an Adidas Goodyear shoe, but it's old and I don't wanna spoil it further. So I need new sneakers! Or maybe another Adidas Goodyear? I don't like Nike because I think they have an ugly logo. And also, I want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowyLzSbo0I/AAAAAAAACo0/5i0W9c8i2Po/s400/havaianas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Black havaianas with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lettering, size 9! So fetch! I have a pair of silver-greyish havaianas, and it looks too plain, plus I think I bought it at a size bigger :( So I kindda dislike it now. I saw this at the store at ION, and I'm thinking of getting it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got it! Murdered my bank account in the process.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Watch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one watch, and I've been wearing it almost everyday for the past 3 years. The strap is almost disintegrating, and I no longer get comments regarding how nice it looks. I hope to upgrade from my current Fossil brand to something more atas, like Tag Heur? Argh but that's wishful thinking, cos I don't even have the status to wear it... YET. I definitely do not want a Swatch though, cos their cartoon designs somehow reek of secondary school student to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sigg bottle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowyLp_SryI/AAAAAAAACos/TMUV877zvT4/s400/8202.20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to use one that I got on my 16th birthday, until oxidation started occurring on the inside, which was not supposed to happen. From then on, I've been using, gasp, PLASTIC bottles! I hate how un-environmentally-friendly that is, so I wanna go back to using aluminium bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Swatch, Sigg's bottle designs are at least rather nice. But if you know me, I always go for plain-jane ones. Like the one above. Wow, black with gold logo. (How predictable.) Can go very well together with the Havaianas flip-flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go for unique designs. Especially personally &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com.au/designer/sigg/index.aspx?src=hph2" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;customized&lt;/a&gt; ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowyMbOoFOI/AAAAAAAACo8/l59IKpJkS-k/s400/siggcustom-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a normal 0.5l one, and maybe a &gt;1.0l one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;French press&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/Spfj5ATYZuI/AAAAAAAACqc/I2cDRPQOxls/s400/bodum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A french press, to me, is superfluous. But I wanna start drinking great self-brewed coffee. Plus, the french press itself looks ornamental and classy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Headphones &amp;amp; Speakers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I really NEED. Just that the current stock earphones that came with the iPod sucks noodles -- very painfully high-pitched, and the bass is practically non-existent. If I have the money, I'd get a decent Sennheiser or even a Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #e6e6e6; background:#a0c4d2; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mobile phone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My current mobile is almost 4 years old! Can you believe it? If there's ever a record for 'Most Orbit-Obiang Phone owned by someone under the age of 21', I guess I can qualify right away. Everyone's using a state-of-the-art stylish touchscreen/qwerty smartphone nowadays, but I'm still using a numerical keypad phone that can't even play mp3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I don't really need a smartphone with all its savvy features. I mean, I can already access wifi with my iPod. And I'm too cheap to pay for 3G and its data plans anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want a good-looking phone! Which is bloody hard to come by nowadays. That day while I was working, an uncle customer came up to me with his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Motorola Razr V8 (not the D&amp;amp;G one) to help him configure something. Wah, that phone was the CHIONESS man.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WON a free phone from Nokia! YAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I want not that ridiculous and unattainable right? (Of course, with the exception of the camera and iMac lah.) I can still add more items on this list though, since I'm moving to the hostel and I'm sure there are more necessities that I will need to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then, I guess THAT'S ALL. GOOD BYE EVERYONE, and hopefully, HELLO WISH LIST ITEMS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4852910360540368134?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4852910360540368134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4852910360540368134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-list.html' title='WISH LIST'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SowxTnB8SjI/AAAAAAAACoU/TLK5rVeGpE4/s72-c/imac-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-5163790170625014538</id><published>2009-08-31T02:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:13:39.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>You brought me home to this happy house / You're the reason for the width of my smile</title><content type='html'>Moving to the hostels this Thursday! I feel kindda sad that I'm leaving the comforts of my own house :( I'll miss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hogging the plasma TV,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blasting music out loud like no one's business,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;digging my nose and farting out loud like no one's business,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comfort of own toilet,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lounging around in super-duper shabby clothes,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;privacy,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home food,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy, cos she washes my clothes and makes me morning coffee/milo. Also, she buys me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome supper. *heart melts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived totally by myself for 2 years when I was JC, and now I wonder how I managed to survive without all these comforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also worrying how my room mate will be like. What if he's someone I won't like? I'm totally fussy please. Plus, imagine the living expenses of having to eat out frequently! Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I won't miss though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;travelling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I think that's it, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to Ikea to furnish the room soon. Money, please drop down from the sky now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-5163790170625014538?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5163790170625014538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5163790170625014538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-brought-me-home-to-this-happy-house.html' title='You brought me home to this happy house / You&apos;re the reason for the width of my smile'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4712413892224622381</id><published>2009-08-27T02:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:35:37.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Circadian rhythm</title><content type='html'>I was going to start on my "Total Badass WISH LIST" blog post, but it's about 230am now, and I feel like I ought to go sleep now even though I just woke up at 8pm, so that I can revert my biological clock back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read/heard from somewhere, that 9pm - 3am is the time when the liver starts our body detoxification process when we sleep. Hence, if you do not sleep during that period, your liver can't detox properly and thus toxins will start accumulating in the body, which might lead to the &lt;b&gt;MOST HORRIBLE DEATH EVER&lt;/b&gt;! Okay, exaggerating too much. Maybe pimples? I now have 2 gargantuan pimples just beneath my left nostril, and it bloody hurts when I have to clear my nose in the morning. Curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys have heard of the above 'fact', or its similar variations, before. But don't you guys find it rather dubious? Like, what if I say I'm living in the US timezone, since I'm following their sleeping patterns, ie waking up at night and sleeping in the day local time? I don't think my liver will still insist on adhering strictly to the 9pm - 3am window period for detox right? Even wikipedia says that we can reset our rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call bullshits on having to sleep early to be healthy. It is &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; to sleep in the day and wake up at night, but only if you make it a regular pattern. Just say you're following the US timezone la! Why must people undermine our body's capability to adapt to an unorthodox sleeping schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, don't totally trust me though. I am no qualified doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a short unrelated note, I was watching &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt; (I just typed 'How I Met My Mother', hahaha! Luckily I googled and realised my silly mistake), and I find it utterly &lt;u&gt;not funny&lt;/u&gt;! The unfunniness is along the same vein as &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;, though I have to say &lt;i&gt;Two and a Half Men&lt;/i&gt; takes the cake for the lamest "comedy" ever. I don't know why Americans think these 3 shows are hilarious. Absolutely baffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think generally, comedies which have to rely on laugh tracks to indicate to the audience of a funny moment, are major epic failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, zzzZZZ time. Might blog wish list when I wake up :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4712413892224622381?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4712413892224622381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4712413892224622381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/circadian-rhythm.html' title='Circadian rhythm'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-6111383002873397085</id><published>2009-08-21T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:40:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP Space</title><content type='html'>So here's the 411: STAR TV's gonna recruit a blogger to be involved in their new reality TV series, &lt;i&gt;HP Space&lt;/i&gt;. (HP, as in, the computer. Not Harry Potter. At first I was like, woah? Harry in space? But I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About HP SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP SPACE is cool reality television series, online community platform and empowerment program that encourages youths to achieve their dreams.The television series will bring twelve contestants from India, China, South East Asia, Taiwan and Korea to Singapore. Over the eight, one hour episodes the contestants will need to brainstorm and work as teams to generate creative solutions. They will be supported by a "Mentor", who will guide them in the execution of their ideas. The final presentation would be made to a panel of judges who will reward the winning team, reshuffle the team members and on certain episodes eliminate the lowest scoring contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking off HP SPACE, will be online recruitment of the potential contestants who will be selected from the fields of multi-media design, film production, product design, music, fashion or publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perks &amp; Benefits:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You will be remunerated a total salary of SGD $5,500 for 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You will have firsthand scoops to behind-the-scenes information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You will be featured on the show’s official site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expectations &amp; Responsibilities:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Must be able to commit for a total of 4 months (from late August to end December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You are expected to cover a total of 80 blog posts during activity period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are required to be based in Singapore during activity period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You will have to work closely with the show producers and editors to extract the relevant and engaging information from the daily shooting of the series and prepare the news, gossip and stories for blogging release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You have to possess a keen eye for entertainment and gossip news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You will need to assist in advising the television producers and online content producer on the most suitable video content to release online in order to maximize audience engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You need to be fluent in both English and Chinese (Ideally both Simplified / Traditional, else just Simplified)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I won't deny. THEY TOTALLY HAD ME AT &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PERKS &amp;amp; BENEFITS #1&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sold! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But erm, shamelessness and desperation aside (hey, at least I'm fine enough to admit I'm cheap), I sincerely want to be a part of this production!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even though the above description of the show is quite vague -- like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) what kinds of problems are the contestants required to "&lt;i&gt;generate creative solutions&lt;/i&gt;" to? I'm hoping, since some contestants will be selected from the field of music, they'll be asked to think of solutions to creatively stop that irritating tween from sharing his questionable taste in music through his handphone's loudspeakers in the MRT. But I'm sure STAR TV can think of more meaningful problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) why is the word &lt;i&gt;mentor&lt;/i&gt; in inverted commas? It's as if the person filling out the role as the mentor is just some phoney guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) who are the panel of judges? Will there be a controversial British judge like all reality TV shows do? I'm assuming not. Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) can I take over the role as the faux-British blogger judge, dispensing witty outrageous one-liners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm quite intrigued about the show's concept nonetheless. I wish I was encouraged to achieve my dreams... by a reality TV show! I used to dream about pursuing Communications for my further studies actually, but I wasn't confident enough in trying. (Not that I don't like what I'm studying now btw.) So I hope this time, I can be given a chance to dabble and experience what it's like being in a production of a meaningful TV production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for meeting expectations as an official blogger, well, I'm a reality TV connoisseur (albeit self-proclaimed, hah), so I know what makes entertaining reality TV! I can probably provide some suggestions on how to make one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Keen eye on entertainment and gossip news&lt;/i&gt;"? I don't know what gossip has got to do with empowering youths, but if I have to draw funny-looking shapes on other people's photos with Microsoft Paint and then post them, I'm mightily happy to do so, and I'll do a good job out of it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjBFruxlt5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjBFruxlt5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, this video is irrelevant, but I thought I might as well just post it here since it's also HP-related. Cute video I chanced upon on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've exceeded the word limit already... So in all, I'M INTERESTED! Call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-6111383002873397085?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6111383002873397085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6111383002873397085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/hp-space.html' title='HP Space'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4816992373034229099</id><published>2009-08-19T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:11:08.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Butter for my piece of bun</title><content type='html'>NI HAO, EVERYONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel obligated to update this dying space -- since the millions of my diehard fervent readers are tired of rigorously pressing F5 and seeing nothing new on this page -- so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, nothing much to blog about, so I shall just briefly share my work experience so far. I'm currently working as a temp promoter during these couple of weekends for this big company! (HINT: I like to SING to my TELeportation machine.) The pay isn't anything to brag about. In fact, I took it up cos I heard it was a cool $14 an hour, but it actually turned out to be much much lower. Duped! KUAKUA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M STILL FREAKING BROKE!&lt;/b&gt; Guess what? POSB decided to deduct $2 from my bank account monthly just because I have less than $500 in it. And it was only till recently that I realise their heinous, odious and utterly despicable crime against the poor and less privileged! I mean like, what the fuckity fuck? $2 leh! I could have used the $2 to buy 4D, $1 big $1 small, and win a maximum of $5000 you know?! Never mind the fact that the odds of winning are super slim, cos it still beats having $2 disappearing for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm turning 21, doesn't magically make me rich all of sudden. So how can like that start robbing what meagre finance I have left, just because I have no $500? See, you take money from me cos I'm poor -&gt; I become poorer -&gt; You take more money from me. Vicious cycle! Where is the logic in this?! The rich gets richer. The poor gets poorer! RAHHH, I suddenly have lots to say for this GP Essay topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, erm sorry for the random outburst. Okay, back to sharing my working experience. Yeah, so basically, I'm supposed to promote and try to sell this new football-related product ONLY. And there I am, handing out flyers and introducing the product to walk-in customers. And probably 60% of the time, they'd swarm me with questions about the new iPhone 3GS instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, what's up with that man? Why are there so many people going crazy over this phone? &lt;u&gt;True story&lt;/u&gt;: there was this lady who literally went into this trance-like state at the sight of the iPhone demo set (mind you, the iPhone was all greasy-looking from collecting fingerprints all day, and also a likely a hot bed of happy bacteria), and went squealing loudly "&lt;i&gt;OMGG iPHONEE!&lt;/i&gt;", then promptly fell to her knees and began worshiping the iPhone booth. Hahaha, okay maybe the worshiping part isn't part of the true story, but the rest... Hardcore much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think Singaporeans generally make pretty friendly and courteous customers. I didn't really get any unreasonably demanding or mean customers, except one who was a total bitch, but it was alright cos I was a total bitch to her in turn, so it was all fun. Yeah, so I don't really get why Singaporeans are known as tough customers to handle. I mean, the people I came across were all really polite and said thank you, even though I didn't really help some of them much. Maybe I look handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow! I have to say, the BEST customers are MALAYS. Like, seriously. ALL of them are super nice, always showing genuine interest and listening intently at whatever I'm pitching, and then declining really apologetically when they're not interested. Even the hardcore neighbourhood minah was really nice and stuff. Before she left the store, she took the trouble to search for me in the crowded store, just so she could thank me personally for helping her. Hmmm, I must be really handsome la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I have anything much to blog further cos I'm suddenly very pissed at my financial state. And yet there's still so many things I wanna buy! Also, the fees are now flying in (ala 1st Harry Potter movie) even though school hasn't even started yet. It's all making me very mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is my final weekend as a promoter! Maybe I'll blog if something interesting happens, which is usually the case. And meanwhile, I seriously wanna be shameless and come up with a WISH LIST, so people can buy the things I want for me, then I wouldn't be so broke. But that is never the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4816992373034229099?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4816992373034229099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4816992373034229099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/butter-for-my-piece-of-bun.html' title='Butter for my piece of bun'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-2212380411303030847</id><published>2009-07-28T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:50:17.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>@AARTHURRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/Sm8Z7YYiXsI/AAAAAAAACnU/HPklP-LwG7E/s800/7282009-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh! The Blog Queen herself replied my tweet to her! Hahaha, cheap thrill cheap thrill! Highlight of my tweeting experience thus far leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to entertaining and thrilling the thousands of imaginary followers who are following me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-2212380411303030847?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/2212380411303030847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/2212380411303030847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/aarthurrr.html' title='@AARTHURRR'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/Sm8Z7YYiXsI/AAAAAAAACnU/HPklP-LwG7E/s72-c/7282009-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-5667493131571613309</id><published>2009-07-27T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:55:58.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>LALALABISHBABOOM!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm totally losing my blogging bug! No wonder everyone finds tweeting so much more fun, cos all you have to do is to come up with a couple of witty lines, and you're all set to post. Blogging, in comparison, seems so much more tedious and cumbersome. Tsk!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought I might as well just blog whatever I can now, while waiting for my files to be transferred from my desktop to the laopok laptop. See, recently I sent my virused laptop for service, and the service man wiped out everything in the laptop and then installed rubbish software! GRR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have to delete all the stupid stuff he decided to put in my laptop, and reinstall some of my old trusted softwares, and then transfer my files and songs from my desktop. OMG, the whole process is such a bitch! Cos all I have is a pathetic 4GB thumbdrive, and gosh, everything takes ages to complete. (Still wondering how I'm going to transfer my whole iTunes library!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happening in my life recently. Mostly meeting up friends, nothing thrilling enough to blog about. Oh and I watched Half-Blood Prince, which I might do a review about here when I feel not so lazy. But in summary, that movie really did no justice to the book I consider the best of the series. Wah, damn mad I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna move to the hostels soon too, though I haven't decide when exactly I want to move in. Feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread about that. Anticipating not having to travel so much to school. Dreading the amount I'm gonna spend on my living expenses. Gah :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also looking forward to my 21st birthday! No plans about how I am going to celebrate, or if I'm even going to, in the first place. My birthday happens to fall on a public holiday (Hari Raya or something), so I guess it'll be a pity if I don't organise anything, since everyone will be free to attend. But I'm not like rich to just decide to throw a party in a hotel. Maybe just a simple meal with close friends will do just fine. I'm not particular about the celebration anyway. It's the PRESENTS I'm looking forward to HAHAHA. Sad, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I think I might come up with a wish list. To do so would be shameless and rather despicable, but hey, it's a 21st birthday. You're only entitled to be thick-skinned that once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, blogger's block. Nothing more to post here. BYEBYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-5667493131571613309?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5667493131571613309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5667493131571613309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalabishbaboom.html' title='LALALABISHBABOOM!'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4244471824914288230</id><published>2009-07-04T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:35:12.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>"I tawt I taw a puddy tat!"</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;L'Officiel&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Homme&lt;/i&gt;)! &lt;b&gt;I am on &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; (But I'm not twittering. Yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've always thought I'd never jump on the &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; bandwagon, since it's the epitome of ultra-narcissism -- Constantly shoving bite-sized inconsequential mundane information about what you're doing 24/7 in 140 characters down everyone's throats is not my kind of thing. In fact, I kindda despise people who tweet (GOSH, what a stupid term!), as they try to desperately garner whatever few seconds of virtual attention they can get. Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I'm beginning to think that maybe &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; can be quite fun. I mean, it's social networking! Networking is good, right? Being social is definitely better! Surely there's something good we can get out of it. Plus, if there's a place for all our necessary acts of narcissism and ego-feeding, there's no better place, and audience, than the good ol' internetz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess now, I've finally caught the ultra-narcissism fever too. (Emphasis on &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;, because &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; isn't the latest fad in town anymore, and all the hype has already died down.) But maybe it has all along been an innate characteristic of mine. More likely the latter, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently though, besides receiving tweet updates from the people I'm following, I am not broadcasting tweets of my own yet. Which means I haven't got into the core action of Twittering. Which means I can't really say if it's an enduring activity or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you haven't guessed from all the not-so-subtle links to my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; page that I've scattered all over this post, the main point I want to make on this blog post is... &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;FOLLOW ME&lt;/a&gt; ALREADY WON'T YOU?! (You'll have to sign up for a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; account to do that. And you better do it, cos I say so.) I have no followers, and it can't get any more loser-ish than that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I just realised it's pointless to follow me since I'm not twittering. But then again, it's also pointless for me to tweet to non-existent followers! Hmmm, what a conundrum. Okay, why not all of you follow me first, and wait fervently by your savvy smartphones / computer screens pressing F5, till the hour I decide to tweet? Yes, yes... You all do that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AARTHURRR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Happy 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4244471824914288230?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4244471824914288230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4244471824914288230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tawt-i-taw-puddy-tat.html' title='&quot;I tawt I taw a puddy tat!&quot;'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-5291148022609959922</id><published>2009-06-29T04:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:08:57.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Play That Funky Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUFFNANG CONTEST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SkfP8C4mnHI/AAAAAAAACkg/pHb57OffLRQ/s1600-h/nokia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SkfP8T8BVcI/AAAAAAAACko/bsRwDZLUdG0/s800/nokia+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I don't really know all the songs featured up there. That's why, I'm hoping to get my hands on one of those fancy &lt;b&gt;Nokia Comes With Music Headsets&lt;/b&gt;! Just imagine one whole year of free unlimited music downloads from the &lt;a href="http://music.nokia.com.sg/"&gt;Nokia Music Store&lt;/a&gt;! Awesome for a music junkie like me! (My eardrums just orgasmed.) Also, it's about time I ditch my seriously &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SQIaSgaGJ2I/AAAAAAAAB8U/24hs2MPDfoc/s800/IMG_5642a.jpg"&gt;outdated phone&lt;/a&gt; that hails from the Cretaceous era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the final image above looks not bad huh? It wasn't even done in Photoshop! In fact, I think the '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shake up with NOKIA Comes With Music&lt;/span&gt;' phrase in the image looks quite professionaly done. Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Shake up with NOKIA Comes With Music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-5291148022609959922?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5291148022609959922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/5291148022609959922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-that-funky-music_29.html' title='Play That Funky Music'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SkfP8T8BVcI/AAAAAAAACko/bsRwDZLUdG0/s72-c/nokia+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-1687132358888493961</id><published>2009-06-26T03:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:30:27.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Heart of Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SkPVZFwgeQI/AAAAAAAACiw/mHwWtAYGCbo/s800/HeartofGreed-1.jpg" style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing so much praise about this show from several sources, I thought I had to check it out and hence I bought the series' DVD. Besides, there's not much TV shows from the US for me to catch at the moment anyway. And also, I'm unemployed, which means I'm very free and unproductive. I need to find something to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya, I know I very slow. This show is so 2007. But I don't have cable TV, and neither do I follow HK drama serials!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what I heard from people, is that this show's mainly about an internal family feud (fighting for the family's inheritance), and thus, there's plenty of scheming and plotting against one another. WAH, I'm totally interested in that! All the evil-plotting reminds me of Dae Jang-geum, which I also love! (When the good vs evil plot arc was over in DJ-g, I lost a considerable amount of interest in the show after that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I sound like I'm from the middle-aged housewife demographic -- Watching and liking shows like Dae Jang-geum and Hong Kong drama serials o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, back to topic. I'm currently at episode 18 or something (after 3 days!), and the plot hasn't really thicken yet. But I'm already quite irritated at the several sub-plots and extra characters that do not really tie well to the main plot! HELLO? I WAS PROMISED THAT THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF SCHEMING. SO I ONLY WANT TO SEE SCHEMING SCHEMING SCHEMING! DON'T TRY AND DISTRACT ME WITH LOVEY-DOVEY ROMANCE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, so far, I'm also quite satisfied at the very-drama family bickering scenes! It's super shiok watching veteran HK actors act! Whenever there are such scenes, I get an intense feeling of satisfaction, cos I feel that my money spent on the DVD is well-worth. Hahaha! Bring on the drama man! More quarelling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I browsed through its article on wikipedia, and seems that its sequel is much more critically acclaimed and popular! WOOH! So gonna get it once I'm done with the remaining 20+ episodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love scheming and evil plotting! MUAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the family in the show owns an abalone-dealing business. In its indirect sequel, they sell mooncakes. WAHLAU, I also love shows that are food-related!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-1687132358888493961?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/1687132358888493961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/1687132358888493961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/heart-of-greed.html' title='Heart of Greed'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SkPVZFwgeQI/AAAAAAAACiw/mHwWtAYGCbo/s72-c/HeartofGreed-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-2827430515117642765</id><published>2009-06-22T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:05:56.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Fashionigga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fashionista&lt;/i&gt; is a portmanteau of 'fashion' + 'sista'. So what's the male equivalent? Is it &lt;i&gt;Fashionigga&lt;/i&gt; (since 'sista' and 'nigga' are both ghetto language)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just looked it up on wikipedia, and apparently, the term &lt;i&gt;fashionista&lt;/i&gt; refers to fashion victims, and it's originally meant as an insult. Love these quotes from the article, by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The labels have in many cases migrated from the inside of a garment to the outside... A fashion victim, able to recognize this phenomenon but unable to determine its boundary, may become a ‘walking billboard’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fashion victims, by their characteristic inability to recognize boundaries, may aspire to the extreme end of what is available, seeking expensive products (or copies of these products), believing that the outward display of such items will draw admiration in proportion to their actual or apparent cost. Because of this, "the term 'fashion victim' became the ultimate insult to the aspirational&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SPOT ON CAN?! It totally suits the description of those brand-whores (not a complimentary term please) who blindly pursue big designer brands like LV, Gucci, Chanel, [insert ah-lian brand] etc. Sigh, these people have unknowingly brought those atas brands down to ah-lian level. Blasphemous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wrote this wikipedia article definitely deserves +5 internet points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heavily digress from what I really want to blog about today. A friend of mine is opening a blogshop for guys, and I feel kindda envious! Isn't it great to run your own business and be doing something you're passionate about at the same time, ie. Fashion + Making Money? I have to confess, I'm sometimes tempted to open my own blogshop as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't want to operate in Perfect Competition -- many buyers/sellers, low entry barriers, homogenous goods. No economic profit like that! Hahaha. But seriously, all the blogshops I've seen are all too similar, since they all probably source their stuff from the same few suppliers. It's too difficult to stand out from the rest of the competition! I'm not surprised that most blogshops fail, even at the get go. And I don't want mine to be associated with the rest of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of designing my own brand t-shirts and apparels -- as opposed to sourcing decent-looking, but cheap and inferior clothes from someone else -- since I recognise my own super-creativity and flair for design. (I'm buay hao bai like that, haha!) K la, I was actually inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.johnnycupcakes.com/the_story/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;. (Man, I'm very reluctant to share this gem and the idea! You all better not steal it!) Creative, original, and limited... I should be able to differentiate myself from everyone else right? And then, when my blog business amasses enough crazy hardcore diehard followers, I can set up my own shop at like, Haji Lane or Ann Siang Road or something. Total indie! It will be big man, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, they are all dreams at the moment :( I seriously believe that I have the business acumen and originality to make it all come through though. HAHA, I think I'm not bragging! So, any interested investors? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-2827430515117642765?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/2827430515117642765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/2827430515117642765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashionigga.html' title='Fashionigga?'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-7172685892186301532</id><published>2009-06-18T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:15:35.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Things that went into my stomach during the past 52 hours:</title><content type='html'>(And also probably came out too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday's Brunch/Tea (3pm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little India Banana Leaf's Masala Mutton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little India Banana Leaf's Masala Sotong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little India Banana Leaf's Chicken Kebab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garlic Naan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coconut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday's Pre-dinner Snack (6pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah Chew Dessert Mango Pomelo Sago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday's Dinner (830pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indonesian Mee Goreng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday's Supper (12am)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterscotch Ice Cream with Granola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday's Brunch (1pm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakerzin Mushroom Linguine in Cream Sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakerzin Aglio Olio with Prawns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakerzin Bailey's Irish Cream Souffle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday's Tea Snack (6pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tao Kae Noi Tempura Seaweed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday's Dinner (8pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Botak Jones Fish and Chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday's Supper (1030pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al'Azhar Maggi Mee Goreng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al'Azhar Satay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al'Azhar Roti Tissue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Durians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's Brunch (3pm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Town Ipoh Chicken Hor Fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Town White Cofee (Gao)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today's Tea Snack (430pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Famous Mee Rebus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Durians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel like I've been doing nothing but stuffing myself with food for the past 3 days, and spending a bomb on it at the same time! What's worse is, none of it has been reflected on my weighing scale -- Gained a miserable 0.5kg, which I'm sure will vanish once I shit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers. Going to go out for dinner soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-7172685892186301532?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/7172685892186301532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/7172685892186301532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-went-into-my-stomach-during.html' title='Things that went into my stomach during the past 52 hours:'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-6032727490477419566</id><published>2009-06-12T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:28:48.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>So recently, I decided to use my hand-me-down primitive Acer laptop -- which I inherited from my sister after she got her spanking new high tech Macbook Pro, which isn't really all high tech now (gosh, technology advances so quickly these days!) -- so that the stuff inside won't get rusty from being inactive. I plugged it to the internet, and what do you know. IT IMMEDIATELY GOT FUCKING VIRUS-ED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not the lame kind of acai berry virus you get on lousy MSN, by the way. It's called Conficker virus or something, and because of that Confucker virus, I can't access any website on my browsers. I've Googled and tried all sorts of magic and spells, but nothing I do seems to be able to get rid of it completely. That thing just won't die! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my laptop is now rendered totally useless, and I definitely need a new one if I'm going to move to the hostel. But I'm freaking broke! (Okay, you can see where this rant is going already.) Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, if God of Fortune/anyone rich and feeling generous/Steve Jobs is reading this, all I ask is for an 24" iMac for my &lt;i&gt;early&lt;/i&gt; 21st Birthday present. Emphasis on &lt;i&gt;early&lt;/i&gt;, because I also expect something for my ACTUAL birthday. Why iMac? That's because iMacs are the &lt;u&gt;chioness&lt;/u&gt;, and I think I'm done with Windows for now. I need a change! Like, Obama! Except it's not black, cos it's a Mac and Macs are white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, God of Fortune/anyone rich and feeling generous/Steve Jobs, if you're really reading this, I have an extensive list of other things I need. So call me! Or, email me! Or, appear in my dreams if you're God of Fortune. I'll send my list over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, until I shit money and pigs fly, I think I'll have to make do with my slightly-outdated desktop for now. &lt;s&gt;It may be painfully slow at times, but at least it's not horribly irritating.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I better not jinx it.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I know some of you are annoyed at how I'm perpetually lusting after material stuffs and always complaining about being broke. I know, I'm annoyed too. But please don't send Perspective Man after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SjJQ3GC8J-I/AAAAAAAAChA/AcLzwXsqbcs/s1600-h/perspective+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SjJQ3Y9Fu2I/AAAAAAAAChI/w1rCNiMVitk/s800/perspective+man-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click, so you don't have to strain your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-6032727490477419566?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6032727490477419566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/6032727490477419566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAPiHPJSnnU/SjJQ3Y9Fu2I/AAAAAAAAChI/w1rCNiMVitk/s72-c/perspective+man-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4678670496030440642</id><published>2009-06-11T16:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:26:57.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I don't hate you, or want you, or celebrate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="401"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_BSfkTFQ4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_BSfkTFQ4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="401"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladytron - Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got their album for quite some time already, but only saw this video recently. It's absolutely dreamy psychedelic coolness! Totally suits and does justice to the awesome song. WATCH IT! Especially 0:29! Rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people have been recommending songs and TV shows to me recently, which is nice, because other than &lt;i&gt;Top Chef Masters&lt;/i&gt;, I don't think there are any other shows worthy to occupy my time with currently. I think one of the recommended shows I'm planning to watch is this Hong Kong drama serial called &lt;i&gt;Heart of Greed&lt;/i&gt;. (Can improve my cantonese at the same time!) And maybe &lt;i&gt;Chuck&lt;/i&gt; too, if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all I'm revealing about my private life for today! I would love to blog more, but I don't have anything to blog about. Except pictures. But I'm lazy. You all can entertain yourselves by watching the video over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4678670496030440642?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4678670496030440642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4678670496030440642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-hate-you-or-want-you-or.html' title='I don&apos;t hate you, or want you, or celebrate you.'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-3488614314705612414</id><published>2009-06-09T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:39:47.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I think our hands just made a baby</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;i&gt;17 Again&lt;/i&gt; today, and was pleasantly surprised that it turned out to be one hilarious comedy. No credit to Zac Efron though, cos Thomas Lennon totally stole the whole freaking show. His subplot was like, 8904327 times more interesting than the sappy main plot. I've always wondered how come he always gets roles that no one ever notices, even though he's so funny in &lt;i&gt;Reno 911!&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously underrated guy. I'm glad he finally got a bigger role this time that showcases his comedic brilliance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the ending was so abrupt! They didn't even bother to tie up the loose ends. I hope they won't roll out a sequel man. Maybe next time, it's &lt;i&gt;18 Again&lt;/i&gt;! Or &lt;i&gt;17 Again and Again&lt;/i&gt;! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA, damn tired now. I'll blog more next time, if Liyana sends me the pictures from her cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-3488614314705612414?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/3488614314705612414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/3488614314705612414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-our-hands-just-made-baby.html' title='I think our hands just made a baby'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4775537552274373314</id><published>2009-05-26T04:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:07:31.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tock-tik-tik-tock</title><content type='html'>(That's the sound of the woodblock from the Myojo Instant Noodles advertisement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try the new Singapore Laksa flavour instant noodles from Myojo! Actually, I wanted to buy it on last Sunday (it's like $2 from NTUC, offer price), but decided I was too broke, even for instant noodles. Myojo is the trusted brand I go to for instant noodles. Their Meepok Goreng is seriously the bomb man. Damn addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the people from Myojo read this and send me a lifetime supply of their noodles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way, did you know that there's a 'correct' way to cook instant noodles? Supposedly, one of the steps to cooking instant noodles 'correctly', is to drop the browner side of the noodles face-down in the boiling water. (Yes, if you noticed, instant noodles have one side which is darker. Before you cook it, of course.) That's because the browner side takes a longer time to cook as it's coated with more oil. It's coated with more oil because that's where oil dripped down during the draining process after being deep-fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I don't think it makes much of a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4775537552274373314?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4775537552274373314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4775537552274373314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/tock-tik-tik-tock.html' title='Tock-tik-tik-tock'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9337317.post-4856169153806766820</id><published>2009-05-19T05:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:52:57.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bump!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post has totally no purpose, but to tell those out there who are still faithfully reading this space (if any) that I'm still alive. You guys can celebrate my glorious return to the blogosphere by slaughtering kids as sacrifice to the blog-gods. Alternatively, and preferably, you guys can also opt to donate your money to the needy, i.e. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kua zhang&lt;/span&gt;. I was only missing for less than one month. But then again, one month is like one year in the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams have finally ended, and predictions as to how well I will fare for it are totally ominious :( But whatever, I'm going to put that thought away for now, since it's over and there's nothing I can do about it. Except maybe sell my soul to the devil, but I'm planning to use that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post-exam time spent has been rather okay so far -- mostly shopping, during which I not-so-shockingly discovered that I actually have no funds to buy the infinity things that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; (note: not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;), let alone finance a vacation trip anywhere. And so, I'm now on a mission to find a high-paying, no-commitment, exciting, fulfilling job. Oh wait, that is the plot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission:Impossible 4.&lt;/span&gt; Le sigh, when will I finally get the Canon G10 and all the other stuff that I need? Insert giant sad face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and there might be a possibilty that I might move to the hostel, though plans are not concrete yet. Definitely looking forward to it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's enough updates for now. Meanwhile, please spam me with all your job lobangs, people! And don't forget to ask me out, especially when I'm all jobless and free now. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popopopokerface popopokerface mamamamaaaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9337317-4856169153806766820?l=findarthurhere.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4856169153806766820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9337317/posts/default/4856169153806766820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findarthurhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/bump.html' title='Bump!'/><author><name>AЯTHUR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18320261649025319586'/></author></entry></feed>