<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:34.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceberg Meltz 2moro [Blog]</title><subtitle type='html'>Freezing all the memories created and passed. A blog of laughters hoping to entertain my readers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4947532951333993162</id><published>2009-01-01T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:14:29.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Starts, 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be a great year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;Although 2008 was awesome but 2009 will surely be greater with lots of excitements up ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened to recession? Its not over you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year everyone says the next year will be better, greater. But it is total bullshit and everyone knows it. How can every year get better when there is an increment in tax. How can every year get better when NS is in this year and some people does'nt like it. How can it get any better each year if people are saying 2012 is the end of the world?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ignorance... i guess its bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys who are so positive, you might get retrenched this very great year =)&lt;br /&gt;For girls who are so positive, get this. Every year your wrinkle becomes more and more obvious and it increases more strokes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughing at my own sadistic and negative post, just wtf was i thinking, too bored i guess :X*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4947532951333993162?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4947532951333993162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4947532951333993162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4947532951333993162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4947532951333993162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-starts-2009.html' title='A New Year Starts, 2009'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2681960841986484583</id><published>2008-12-12T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:56:28.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTL is a human bowing down</title><content type='html'>What is OTL?&lt;br /&gt;OTL = a human bowing down/kneeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is orz?&lt;br /&gt;orz = a human bowing down/kneeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit it has been so tough recently. As tough as frozen old chicken meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will not end at 2012, retards.&lt;br /&gt;This post is so easy, dont need to think, just copy and paste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2681960841986484583?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2681960841986484583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2681960841986484583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2681960841986484583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2681960841986484583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/12/otl-is-human-bowing-down.html' title='OTL is a human bowing down'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6977093881999879689</id><published>2008-12-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:59:08.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends'o Friends</title><content type='html'>Qns 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit friends are so important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what u will say..&lt;br /&gt;But really, how important are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how many friends you did not contact from your primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lets see how many friends you did not contact from your secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even your then best of friends, how much do you contact with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are they really important? Lets discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree to a certain extent that friends are important. When you are bored and lonely at home, you will of course need them to entertain you. Such as going out for some shopping, soccer, movie or dinner. This is one of the reasons why friends are so important in every human's life. They are the source of entertainment and communication amongst human. Think about it, if you do not have any friends, what can you do when you are bored? It becomes very limited and mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, they are the ones that will help you in your life. Not a big help, but at least some. Surely when you need $10,000 to repay your debt, they will give you $10 for chicken rice and say they are in crisis too. Thus they are pretty helpful in a small way, since everyone will have to need some help sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, they can widen your social circle which will aid you in your future job or simply just for entertainment sake. Knowing more friends do help in your life as you will have a wider variety to choose from. Lets make an example. Today i feel like going to a club. But if all your friends are Otakus, it will be impossible that they go to a club with you. Vice in versa, if your friends are all clubbers, no one will go with you to buy some anime figurines. So friends can actually generate more friends with interest which is important because you will need a wider scope of varieties to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above are why i think friends are important. Of course, there are other reasons why friends are important. But i would also like to point out why friends are not important as well. There are reasons why i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also disagree that friends are important because when you lose a friend, you will not feel much wrong. If someone was important to you, of course when they leave you, you will feel very sad. But for friends, this is not the case. Just as mentioned above at the starting passage, how many of your past friends have you contacted today? The answer could only be maximum 1% and minimum 0%. This is a fact although people always say friends are important and that they care for their friends. In the end, most of your past friends will slowly fade away and you will forget about them all. So to me, friends just come and go, there is nothing to be sad about because it is a mundane cycle. Therefore explaining why friends are not so important as they can just come and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall i think friends are important in general and that people should try and make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;356 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6977093881999879689?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6977093881999879689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6977093881999879689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6977093881999879689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6977093881999879689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendso-friends.html' title='Friends&apos;o Friends'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-9132385522439086438</id><published>2008-10-19T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:25:19.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Stranger</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was waiting for Ivan at Kovan MRT station to go for movie at Somerset. He was still at his hair cutting session when i reached the station, so i waited alone playing with my camera. Suddenly a girl came to me and ask me to lend her my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look alittle China-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i lent her my phone although i was scared that it was a scam :X She used my phone and returned it to me. I thought she speaked very good english and she was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; polite. After using my phone, she sat beside me and we started chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that she is NOT a china girl, but a girl who everyone thought is from China but really is from Singapore (frowns). She was going to the airport soon but was waiting for her boyfriend at that moment. I also got to know that she has studied overseas for 1 year already. She said she miss the food here, carrot cake, fried oyster egg and all the oily stuffs lol. I think that it is an irony that when you were in Singapore, you don't think these food were special. But when you live overseas, you feel like you really want to eat those food. Pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the morale of the story is that people should always be friendly. Look at my example, i could have spent a miserable 30min time alone in the MRT station if i had not lent her my phone. Friendlyness pays =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But in the end i got "diao" by the boyfriend lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Payne&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review: 1/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a payne in the ass for the viewers who are watching it. Thus the name Max Payne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-9132385522439086438?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/9132385522439086438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=9132385522439086438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/9132385522439086438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/9132385522439086438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-stranger.html' title='A Random Stranger'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2182198356500337344</id><published>2008-10-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:53:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want..</title><content type='html'>I want a professional camera.&lt;br /&gt;I want more shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I want more jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go kbox.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dine in Giraffe Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;I want a Xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;I want a Rock Band set.&lt;br /&gt;I want new daily contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new shoe.&lt;br /&gt;I want to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is a joke. If you did not notice it, you are retarded. But those are kind of what i wanted though. Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2182198356500337344?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2182198356500337344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2182198356500337344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2182198356500337344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2182198356500337344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want.html' title='I want..'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8088950870986684198</id><published>2008-10-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:20:20.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out Alone</title><content type='html'>Is this the real life-&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide-&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this has nothing to do with the post at all. LOL. But its a freaking goddam "cant touch this" song. The song is called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;" by the band "Queen". An old song with a weird musical structure but its simply amazing and addictive. Try it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well today's post is about me going out alone. Actually i had 2 pretty big events to go today but both of them will be held in some friend's house. Today i just felt like going out to town for some window shopping or simply just walk around. It has been quite a long time since i walked around in town area, like 2 weeks? So i just went alone since other people already have their plans and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop was Clarke Quay, since i heard theres this "Go Japan" Matsuri Event. I reached and bought 2 "pon" from the japanese bakery store at basement. There, i saw quite alot of cosplayers =) and theres this "Japanese Idol" competition going on! So dam cool but i did not dare to look at the cosplayers much as i did not wear my specs. Scare they will be like "wtf is this guy doing staring so hard at us?" But i see quite a lot of different cosplays this time, pretty good. Also i bought "Hokkaido Ice-cream" which is so nice, not too sweet and not too bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.20pm i left and went to Doby God (my style), The Grand Cathay to watch some movie alone. Yes ALONE, watching movie ALONE OMG. Then the ticket was at 7.30pm, thus i had to wait 1hr before the show starts. So i went to Starbucks to get a drink. Spent my 1hr there chatting with the staff there and playing my NDS o_O. Watched "House Bunny" which was freaking good, do try it, its awesome and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. That was about it, in total, i spent $40, sweet jesus o_O. At first when Jeffrey told me he goes to the cinema alone to catch a movie, i thought he was like crazy. But now, its actually not bad since i am addicted to going out to town. Next week i shall do some shopping lol. Oh and yes, today i wore my slack combo (beanie, jacket, shirt, berms and slippers) and i realise my hair color looks alittle purple with the contrast of my black beanie. It actually looks pretty cool to me although people say purple is gay lol wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Movie Rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs reccomendation:&lt;br /&gt;-Bohemian Rhapsody (listen too much and go insane)&lt;br /&gt;-Highway Star (guitar is way too nice)&lt;br /&gt;-The Show Must Go On (powerful vocal)&lt;br /&gt;-In Bloom (can sing along)&lt;br /&gt;-I Want To Break Free (addictive?)&lt;br /&gt;-Seize The Day (simply nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are pretty old songs though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8088950870986684198?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8088950870986684198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8088950870986684198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8088950870986684198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8088950870986684198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-out-alone.html' title='A Day Out Alone'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-5071162434424928535</id><published>2008-09-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:17:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing everyone fears..&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that if we were to conquer our fear for failure, we can build success more than we could ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have seen a video on youtube which shows Steve Job speaking to graduates. He said that he sees everyday as his last day in life, and there after ask himself what he really wants before he "dies". The fact that it was his "last day", he would not be afraid of any failures and thus achieving great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple description about failing to the way of success is when babies learn to walk. For them to walk, they must first learn to climb up when they fall. Eventually, they will be able to walk and then even run. The sad truth is that, as people grow older and older, they grow to fear failure more and more. Remember about the time when you were young and did not think about failing? Compared to now, you will be able to see it in yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is the learning way to success. Without failure, there can be no success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-5071162434424928535?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/5071162434424928535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=5071162434424928535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/5071162434424928535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/5071162434424928535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/09/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-3502502046257489563</id><published>2008-09-18T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:24:39.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic</title><content type='html'>Some people think being realistic is bad. They hate realistic people. But the truth is the whole world is realistic itself. People who cannot live with realistic people find themselves to be living a very bad life. This would in turn make them hate this realistic world more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everyone of us hates this world. But we must still compromise with it to earn some living. The world is corrupted and unfair, but what about it? Have u ever not been unfair before? This world is actually made by us, humans. So we are in fact the ones that made this world realistic. You can run and not accept this fact, but it will always haunt you till the day you realize what is wrong with the world. Then you will decide to blend into the world which will turn you into a realistic person. You can never escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always lose to this realistic world. Always.&lt;br /&gt;In the end of everything, you will find that actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand anything about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last question to debate with and think about:&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, do you think hatred would make you stronger than love would make you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-3502502046257489563?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/3502502046257489563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=3502502046257489563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3502502046257489563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3502502046257489563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/09/realistic.html' title='Realistic'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-833823859632065273</id><published>2008-08-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:13:47.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary</title><content type='html'>Recently i read a forum post on sgcafe cosplay thread.&lt;br /&gt;"I am giving up my cosplay life: JigglyJigglyPuff"&lt;br /&gt;It looks rather interesting so i went in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 14 year old cute girl had cornea ulcer!! And she has to give up her cosplaying hobby because of that. I was like WTF because she had cornea ulcer because of wearing contact lenses. Then i got scared. And also i pity her dam alot. Coz in her blog, she wrote something that is so touching. And she is so cute, but the ulcer will spoil her looks, so it is indeed a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SLL1sRuiY6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7btaBzje_QE/s1600-h/cornulcersml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SLL1sRuiY6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7btaBzje_QE/s400/cornulcersml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238519457606951842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cornea Ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, i heard from her saying that her appointment with her doctor has finally ended. Glad to hear that she will be recovering soon. So there is indeed a cure for it. Then my fear for wearing contact lenses will be lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-833823859632065273?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/833823859632065273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=833823859632065273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/833823859632065273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/833823859632065273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/08/scary.html' title='Scary'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SLL1sRuiY6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7btaBzje_QE/s72-c/cornulcersml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4710078854889645762</id><published>2008-08-14T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:41:12.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A link to a link</title><content type='html'>The other day i was bored and i happened to stumble upon Clarence's blog. Then he has this "What's your Name's Hidden Meaning?" thing. So i got curious and i wanted to take a look at my name as well. Then there was no link so i went to Clarence's friend's blog, Selena (i don't know her), to see if there is a link to the site. And yes there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Zhi Feng Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the result. But well, i want to tell you guys about Shawn's newest news update. His long awaited forum has announced its release! You can register and post in this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z4.invisionfree.com/DET0604/index.php?act=idx"&gt;Best Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4710078854889645762?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4710078854889645762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4710078854889645762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4710078854889645762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4710078854889645762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/08/link-to-link.html' title='A link to a link'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6260195454422604108</id><published>2008-08-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:34:21.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define WCG</title><content type='html'>Today i went to Suntec for cosplay convention/WCG. It was awesome! I get to see good cosplay from SINGAPORE. Now i am god dam amazed by singapore cosplay standards. Here are some pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3hVMve_1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/JJDAcMSMRxM/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3hVMve_1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/JJDAcMSMRxM/s400/DSC00384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232586096388276050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Godlike cosplay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3hmC7QwVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t0HEvJ58FWs/s1600-h/jess_idol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3hmC7QwVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t0HEvJ58FWs/s400/jess_idol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232586385811095890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her cosplay is so good, its inspiring to other cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well anyway, this is just a short post. And to conclude all, WCG is not about the game tournament anymore. Its now about the show girls and about Olympic Game Boxing watched using Starhub connection. Well thats what the group concludes. Lastly, some retro person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3ipvoeRcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uQEcoLAGwnw/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3ipvoeRcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uQEcoLAGwnw/s400/DSC00393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232587548863120834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6260195454422604108?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6260195454422604108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6260195454422604108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6260195454422604108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6260195454422604108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/08/define-wcg.html' title='Define WCG'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/SJ3hVMve_1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/JJDAcMSMRxM/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-1416223337426301872</id><published>2008-08-03T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:50:23.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes For Programmers Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No one will understand this unless they are from DET GP side. You can read, but you will not understand. This is the torture of a programmer. No one understands you, you are always alone in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"天才是寂寞的" - 华金传&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random ranting on making a unique shader program for assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: unique is wat u cant find in other games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: hmm lets try to think of an example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: oh yea i saw a shader that convert the whole screen to ascii characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: that would be unique enuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: then maybe i do a shader that can make shader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: also can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: things like motion blur, dust and dirt on screen, too common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: how about cum on screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: thats unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: ar not a bad idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: very unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: how about a shader tat displays "you are an idiot" animation when u enter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: and a shader that can produce sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: gou zheng (our lecturer) will say u are a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: ok i make a shader that can play sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: super imba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: then guo zheng will be like "wtf how he make the GPU play sound?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: maybe he will say, oh nice one, but i did that 10 years ago using shader 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: but is there a 1.0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B: his version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: zomg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: gz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B: guo zhen is actually guang zhe (friend that is quite plump)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A: he use shader to transform himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B: he use shaders to morph himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;B: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Super retarded conversation. Anyway last week of work, have to work harder, this would be the last assignments that could determine more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-1416223337426301872?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/1416223337426301872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=1416223337426301872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1416223337426301872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1416223337426301872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/08/jokes-for-programmers-only.html' title='Jokes For Programmers Only'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6980336054890424398</id><published>2008-07-11T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:56:28.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Pew* Im dead!</title><content type='html'>Wow..&lt;br /&gt;So many rotting corpse and spider webs in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Crap..&lt;br /&gt;Not dead hippies again..&lt;br /&gt;Have to clean them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have not been posting for quite a long time. To start it off, i have already gone into a shopping spree starting from the date of the last post. Bought quite alot of stuffs and it can certainly help me de-stress. But the happiness did not last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week. It is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone through this week with so much misery that a double shot espresso seems so sweet to me. Since i have gone into this topic, i will tell you people about the curse that has gotten into me years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About 5 years back then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That fateful day i was walking down a street from my school back to my house. It was quite a quiet walk and then all of a sudden, i heard a loud scream. A scream of a girl. So i turned back immediately, and not to my surprise, i saw a girl. The girl was wearing my school uniform and she seemed very terrified. To my utter surprise, she was being chased by a, asumably horny, cockcroach. So i continued walking back home. Then! I saw something while i was quite a distance away from the frightened girl. It was crazy. I saw a gang of people hitting a retarded person. The retarded person was totally helpless because there were just too many of them ganging on him. And i happened to be the only one around, so i continued walking back home. After 10mins of walk, i finally reached home and had a nice dinner, which there after, i went to sleep soundly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading on the above pieces of craps which are totally fictional. But in fact they do teach you some "moral values". Think about it, if i were to help the girl, who knows, i might get slap by her for killing her beloved pet cockcroach. And think about it. Helping a person against a gang? You would just have to pray that you will not stay more than a week in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;This is what my primary school and secondary school teachers have been teaching me. Mind Your Own Busniess. Talk about good moral values and "Hao Gong Ming", you know you are just lying through your teeth when you take your "Hao Gong Ming" test. Anyway, back to my curse part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, i will have a so called "cursed" month. During this month, i will recieve tons of unfortunate events and live in misery. This year, it might be that the cursed month have come early, thus landing on July. But it is alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sad Facts about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Resigning Giodarno this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt able to present project because of a spoiled thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;Flash games got a C grade.&lt;br /&gt;Various other very sad events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit, Creep is fucking emo song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6980336054890424398?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6980336054890424398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6980336054890424398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6980336054890424398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6980336054890424398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/07/pew-im-dead.html' title='*Pew* Im dead!'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4398673288289272597</id><published>2008-06-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:01:31.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post</title><content type='html'>Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to post about although i have been going out and spending tons of money. One of it would be i bought a pair of branded shoe for just $49 which is the price after discount. It is so worth it! Special thanks to Jeff who told me of the bargain weeks ago. Bobo also bought one pair of them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Bobo, i also went to catch that kungfu movie, Kungfu Panda. It is funny to the max! The level of funny-ness is totally unexpected and i would reccomend everyone to go watch it. You know its a typical "Chosen One" story but yet the details in the story just makes you want to sit tightly on your seat and forget the piss in your bladder. Simply amazing movie, a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just when you thought i was a cheapo, as i bought a good bargain $49 shoes, i went to buy a $90 mesh cap from Subcrew. Now i have no extra money to spend and hope my next pay will come to me faster, 22 days to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Rating (Kungfu Panda): 4.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Note: The panda in the movie is called Po.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4398673288289272597?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4398673288289272597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4398673288289272597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4398673288289272597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4398673288289272597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/06/post.html' title='A Post'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4556371504994376893</id><published>2008-04-29T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:58:38.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a job! Now i work in the Giordano branch in East Point which is located beside Simei MRT station. Although a long trip from my house, Hougang, to my work place, it is a very enjoying work experience. The people working there are all friendly and funny, thus it was worth the time travelling there. So with this new work, comes a new game. The game is to level up my up-selling skill. Currently i am only at level 2 which is quite low and i still cannot understand aunties yet. Hopefully i can understand the &lt;strong&gt;Way of the Aunty&lt;/strong&gt; so i can help to up-sell more items. I guess maybe i should ask Cynthia to lecture me in LTM1 about the teachings of aunties. Well anyway, i dyed my hair for free, so shiok, as shiok as a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some craps:&lt;br /&gt;Why is the tomato blushing?&lt;br /&gt;Because he saw the salad dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Life Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a new game has come out for PSP. Continuing from Dynasty Warrior &lt;strong&gt;[三国无双], &lt;/strong&gt;Samurai Warrior &lt;strong&gt;[战国无双]&lt;/strong&gt; and Orochi Warrior [The combine of both Dynasty and Samurai Warriors], this new game is the newest sequel to the "Warrior" games. It is called Lifeless Warrior [&lt;strong&gt;无命无双].  &lt;/strong&gt;The main character of the game is also adapted from history, like the other versions, who is called "Bobo". The story begins when the bad guy, who is called "Shawn", wants to make a prank on the world history. Then Bobo, taking his PSP, fights his way through the army of programmers and conquering enemy base. In order to restore world order, Bobo also has to go on into a man to man fight with the legendary programmer, Mr Ng How Seng. The game revolves around using Bobo and his party members to conquer the mission objectives. The unique selling point of the game is that every single usable characters can use a special skill call "Musou". Example when Bobo gets surrounded, he could use his musou to clear a path for him to escape from the crowd. The game and story ends when Bobo beat up the invincible Shawn of the 2 dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The game is a 3D game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4556371504994376893?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4556371504994376893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4556371504994376893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4556371504994376893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4556371504994376893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-game.html' title='New Game!'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-3737192501610847517</id><published>2008-03-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:57:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me</title><content type='html'>Today i went down Bugis alone as a loner. I went there by MRT so this post was to tell what happened in the train. I sat on the train and was really bored, like all the others sitting down. So i copied all the others and went to sleep. Then i slept half consciously. I realize my body kept leaning to the right side slowly. Then just nice a girl boarded the train and sat right next to me at my right. Thus i tried leaning to the left. After awhile of sleeping, i realize, again, leaning to the right side. So i tilt my body to the left side again and went to sleep. Again, my body leaned to the right side after awhile. So i woke up and act "blur", like i did not know i was leaning to the right side. It was so embarrassing. Luckily every time lean till almost touch her then i woke up or else it would be more embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that i finally manage to sleep straight and i missed the stop. I arrived at Habour Front which i should have already alighted at Outram Park. Then i did something silly again. I went out of the train and sat on a bench waiting for another train. The stupid thing is that i do not have to alight the previous train to go back to Outram Park, i just have to sit in the same train and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i reached Bugis station. When i thought my silliness had ended, i did yet another silly action. I waited for the door to open. Then i heard "Door's opening ti ti ti ti ti", but i still cant see the door open. Some more it was so dark on the other side of the door. Then i realize i was facing the wrong door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like 10 second i did not realize it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people in the train and i totally laughed at myself for the silliness, so embarrassed. I guess today i was too sleepy which was why i became so dumb. The sad thing about today is that i found a pair of jeans i liked, like finally, but my size was unavailable. They had 30 and 32, but did not have 31. So serves them right for not being able to earn money from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha no money for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another silly action. Well thats the end for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-3737192501610847517?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/3737192501610847517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=3737192501610847517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3737192501610847517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3737192501610847517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/03/silly-me.html' title='Silly Me'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-210532842306239499</id><published>2008-03-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:08:05.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upwords!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to Ang Mo Kio Hub with friends since we were all so bored with the holidays. After playing pool for awhile, we went to catch a movie call "Step Up 2". Since the movie starts at a few hours later, we went to the NeBo cafe. A place that is a cafe but also where customers can play some boardgames together provided by the cafe. So we played "Upwords" and this was the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9z9Xl9edTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GU9n2DG1IpI/s1600-h/upwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9z9Xl9edTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GU9n2DG1IpI/s400/upwords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178292253338006834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of the game of "Upwords" with all guy players...&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, this is really it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well after the game, we went to watch the movie. It was totally awesome, especially the dance by Tad who was the lead actor of Step Up, the first movie. Anyway, the story somehow seems to be revolving around teenage problem. I highly recommend the show to all those who love to be amazed and be dazzeled by the moves from their street dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Rating: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-210532842306239499?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/210532842306239499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=210532842306239499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/210532842306239499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/210532842306239499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/03/upwords.html' title='Upwords!'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9z9Xl9edTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GU9n2DG1IpI/s72-c/upwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6980193403435230279</id><published>2008-03-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:20:14.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day. The schedule was to go to Presbyterian High School and there after, go to celebrate Vincent's and Clarence's Birthday at KBox Cineleisure. The night before i was not able to sleep. So in the end i slept at 4+ am which was pretty late. Then i woke up at 9:30am to prepare for the big day up ahead. Probably too excited which was why i could not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst was i woke up with a fever. I took some panadols and thought i would get well after some time. So i took off to Yio Chu Kang MRT station for the Fun Fare in Presbyterian High School. It was the best! Maybe it was the first time i am attending this kind of Fun Fare thingy, but i think it was pretty fun as the name implies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this game that we think was so "seconday school". The game is to pay some coupons to the store keeper and get some water bags. The main objective was to throw this water bags on the store keepers. Totally sadist! Imagine the people grinning while throwing this water bags at other people including girls. That was the real scenario. Then theres this store keeper who became really "stuck cock" (dulan/angry) because the people were throwing so hard. Sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey, we met this girl who wants to sell chocolate fondues to us. We declined and continue exploring. In the end, we wanted to eat the chocolate fondue so badly, we almost rack the whole school around. Finally we saw the chocolate fondue store and bought some which stained Jake's shirt. The stains looked pretty much like bird shit and i am saying this statement with much risk. The risk of Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visit of this very good school, we went to Somerset for the birthday party! We sang a lot of songs and went to eat Burger King because KBox was really boxing away our money. Happy Birthday to Vincent, Clarence and my Mother! What was sad is that my fever started to act up again during our party. It really sucks, luckily Ivan and Jake bought me some Panadols. Thank you to the Legendary man and the so called "Retard". And congratulation to Joe and Ming Fang for marrying in Maplestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some pictures taken during "Fusion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LE2l9edMI/AAAAAAAAAII/xIu0vgz20xQ/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LE2l9edMI/AAAAAAAAAII/xIu0vgz20xQ/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175415363984061634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DET Fusion team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LH-l9edPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jGJIYJrizbQ/s1600-h/flyingmtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LH-l9edPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jGJIYJrizbQ/s320/flyingmtv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175418799957898482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im flying~ Im flying~ Candid-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end i would like to introduce all of you to a job. A "very hard to get" in job. That is being a Model. A model must have very good facial expression and pose to show-case the feeling of the picture. You also need to wear this very bizarre style of dressing when doing photoshoot sometimes. Flipping through my Fusion Photo Shoots, i found this 3 pictures that features a guy that has great potential as a model. Girls please do not scream because it will wake your mother up. Presenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LINF9edQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M8jkyNsSEew/s1600-h/model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LINF9edQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M8jkyNsSEew/s320/model.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175419049066001666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at him, one look and you know what he wants to tell. Obviously he wants to spread the message of peace with this picture. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LJVF9edRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7_tn_APf2XE/s1600-h/model1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LJVF9edRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7_tn_APf2XE/s320/model1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175420286016582930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another picture to spread the message of peace. Take a look at his astonishing pose. Totally ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LJrl9edSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5neE4FE2fKg/s1600-h/model2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LJrl9edSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5neE4FE2fKg/s320/model2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175420672563639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, his last picture. Look closely at his facial expression. It is just so wonderful. Yet another obvious message passed with this beautiful picture. Look at the "twins" finger sign, it totally means rabbit and rabbit implies animals. The idea of this photo is to tell people to stop killing animals and to stop global warming from getting worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Sorry for that, for the DMD teacher. You look well too superb.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6980193403435230279?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6980193403435230279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6980193403435230279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6980193403435230279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6980193403435230279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/03/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R9LE2l9edMI/AAAAAAAAAII/xIu0vgz20xQ/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-1828452275880117018</id><published>2008-03-03T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:21:45.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Bomb you to Death</title><content type='html'>THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TONIGHT WE DINE IN BILLY BOMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, in the SPARTAN way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, Ivan, Jake and I went to Billy Bombers in Marina Square to have our dinner as stated above. In the beginning, we were like choosing among a lot of restaurants so as to get the best food. Then we came up with 2 choices, Changing Appetite and Billy Bombers. We analysised which was the better one according to the name and menu of the restaurant and in the end, we chose Billy Bombers. The reason was because of the restaurant name "Changing Appetite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably does not change your appetite because if you ordered the same item twice, it would still be the same food, thus same appetite. So the name cheated on us and we did not choose it. Our choice, Billy Bombers offers the customer a variety of Western Food, more like American Food which has a big serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a long wait until the food arrives. We ordered Fish and Chips, Sirlon Steak and Pork Ribs. At first, the Fish and Chips and Pork Ribs were so delicious and fragrant, but after 20 bites, it starts to get boring. The same taste over and over again and moreover, i had Fish and Chips which had 4 huge pieces of fish. It was terrible and bored. Then we finished and we were really full except for Jake. For me, it really bombed my stomach as the name of the restaurant says so, totally full. Then the bill came and it was $84. It bombed my wallet too, but well, i had a pretty nice dinner although the food was getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i conclude that Billy Bombers lives up to its name. Totally bombing, bombs your stomach and wallet. When i exited the restaurant, i heard a couple say that the food is not nice and i tried convincing myself that it was really delicious. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-1828452275880117018?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/1828452275880117018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=1828452275880117018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1828452275880117018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1828452275880117018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/03/billy-bomb-you-to-death.html' title='Billy Bomb you to Death'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2163615494540940510</id><published>2008-02-23T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:21:12.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Sad Events</title><content type='html'>Recently, a lot of sad things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it was that i tore my left contact lens. I washed it with too much force and it just tore into 2 pieces. Moreover the left side is the more expensive one amongst the two. And moreover's moreover, i only wore it for 5 times while it should have lasted for a month. I guess sometimes one shouldnt be too careful with things. Initially, i thought if my lens were dirty, my eyes would be infected. So i went to clean the lenses with more force and because of this, my lens spoiled. Thus tomorrow i will be going to get a new left lens which would cost quite a sum. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that i will have no holidays after this 3 weeks studio project which is already a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you name it, NO BREAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I will be taking yet another project call the Final Year Project right after this 3 weeks studio project. There are actually 4 paths chosen by the DET lecturers by random for each student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attachment -&gt; FYPJ -&gt; Modules -&gt; Holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYPJ -&gt; Attachment -&gt; Modules -&gt; Holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday -&gt; Modules -&gt; FYPJ -&gt; Attachment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday -&gt; Modules -&gt; Attachment -&gt; FYPJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i got the second path which is the lousiest. Freaking 25% chance and i got it, i feel blessed by the god of unluckyness. Well, this certainly saddens me because everyone will want a break after 3 weeks of studio project and i got none. But looking at the positive side, i will be doing attachment straight after the stupid Final Year Project. Hopefully i can get a good company and have some interesting jobs to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third thing is that i have started playing the boring game called Defense of the Ancient [DotA] once again. In this game, the aim is to make your opponent get pissed off and to make them have the least amount of fun as possible. I dont know why i am playing it again but i guess i am just too bored. And the idea of pissing those no-lifers off is just great, looking at their responses after they lose. Tell you people something, when i get really really bored, i often play games and try to piss other people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;right&gt;*At the start of a game of DotA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me types: "Host is a noob"&lt;br /&gt;Host types: *all sorts of scolding and suaning words to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;during&gt;*Because the host was so angry with me, he became rash*&lt;br /&gt;*When his emotion is affected, i can easily own him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me types: "I told you host is a noob"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people will just leave the game but some people are really good and they own me. I know this behaviour is very stupid and idiotic but it is quite entertaining :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, why did this make me sad? Isnt it fun as i have said?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason is that i have actually quit gaming for quite a time and now i have came back to play. This is totally sad because i really wanted to stop so much gaming. You know gaming is bad for health. Of course there are other saddening things, but it shouldnt be disclosed or it would probably flood the whole blog. Guess thats all for today, thanks for reading the cruel facts of life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2163615494540940510?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2163615494540940510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2163615494540940510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2163615494540940510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2163615494540940510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/02/series-of-sad-events.html' title='Series of Sad Events'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8410759300486919578</id><published>2008-02-14T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:46:48.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>This Chinese New Year i had some bizarre adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in a Malaysia hotel for 3 days 2 nights and something weird happened. During the first night, i placed my fully charged hand phone beside my bed and went to sleep with an alarm set. On 3am at the morning, i was woke up by a loud banging noise coming from below. To what i have heard, a guy had actually came rampaging into the hotel lobby and threw things around for destruction purposes. The noises ended only after around 40min, which during this time i was unable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next morning, i woke up at 8am which already was late. The alarm did not sound, so i check my hand phone. The phone laid there motionless. I picked it up, flipped it and examined it. To my very horror, the phone had no more moving electron (which also means my battery is flat)! Well, normally my phone can last 5 days without charging, but the battery went flat after that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of my bizarre happenings. But anyway, i went to catch the show "Jumper" today. The show focuses on a guy call David Rice-somthing (i bet his fore-fathers like rice a lot) who can "jump", or rather teleport, around locations he sees before. Then he got hunted by Samuel L. Jackson for having that ability. Jackson called him a "bai lei" which means a bad, useless, worthless,  having no contribution to the society, lousy person. And i totally agreed with him because David used his power to rob banks. Well, at this point if i had the "jumping" ability, i would probably do so too. Then the story ends after David defeated Jackson with much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we had a conversation about "If i had the jumping ability ...". We totally will use the ability to the max. And considering the things we would do with that ability, the world will end very soon. To sumarise all, i think we have no moral =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some random conversation today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(*Jeffrey uses my laptop and saw the MIRC icon on desktop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jeffrey: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;eh you got use MIRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ya of course, i use it to play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;what games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;what else? cybersex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(clarify: i was only joking, i never use it for cybersex =.=)&lt;br /&gt;(i actually use it to connect to games like wc3/dota)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8410759300486919578?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8410759300486919578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8410759300486919578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8410759300486919578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8410759300486919578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2934103336576268305</id><published>2008-01-22T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:17:20.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a splinter in my left index finger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;When i woke up this morning, i felt that my index finger hurts when touching things. I tried searching for a splinter but could not see it because i was in my room which was pretty dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, at 11:30pm, i found the splinter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now deep inside my index finger, not even a millimetre sticking out. I tried squeezing it for like 20min and now my finger is oozing blood. Still the splinter isnt coming out. I figured that the splinter might well be a part of my body. Because after analysing the situation, the only way to get it out is to tear out that part of the flesh. I might do the latter though because i cannot stand the irritating feeling of the splinter stuck inside my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the end of me. There is a 33.33% chance of getting an infection because of the splinter. This infection will slowly lead to a high fever. The high fever will then kill me. I am doomed. I shall be written in the newspaper on the front page titled "Boy died of a Splinter" or "Splinters can kill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye my family, friends and those i know. I will leave a will before i die though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2934103336576268305?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2934103336576268305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2934103336576268305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2934103336576268305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2934103336576268305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-me.html' title='The End of Me'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-55337275780940564</id><published>2008-01-21T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:28:26.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Path Ends</title><content type='html'>This stupid post is about my future plan, the ultimate plan to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really success, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a fast and fulfilling life. (Live fast, die young)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322974415421186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R5YLak7EfwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UuQjh-qRXg0/s320/goldenpath.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R5Sqk07EfvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oPhYOeNrj6E/s1600-h/goldenpath.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Golden Path ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Every single day since December 11 2007, i have been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for 9pm on channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a hope for me to see a better tomorrow. On each weekdays, i would wait for "The Golden Path", a 30 episodes series that Mediacorp channel 8 has produced. And on Friday night, i would wait for Saturday, the day i will go play some soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, "The Golden Path" has ended. Which means i would have lesser aims to wait for. There is only one thing i am looking forward to each week now, and that is the soccer training. It saddens me because now that there are no more "checkpoints" each day, the time would seem to move more slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there would be a new "checkpoint" to mark each and every day again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my own Golden Path will NOT end, i will craft my own Golden Path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's "checkpoints":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer this Saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kster (Karaoke) this Wednesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This month's "checkpoints":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kster on my sister's birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feast on my sister's birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Next month's "checkpoints":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Next next year's "checkpoints":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Service :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;5 years later "checkpoints", also called my ultimate plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;University (die die must go in, even if it means my grandfather's name! - like Kindaichi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-55337275780940564?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/55337275780940564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=55337275780940564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/55337275780940564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/55337275780940564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/01/golden-path-ends_21.html' title='The Golden Path Ends'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R5YLak7EfwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UuQjh-qRXg0/s72-c/goldenpath.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6433595543064547430</id><published>2008-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:03:19.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I will be posting a very short post because i really don't feel like describing how i feel now. Recently, a lot of things has happened to me. I really hope i could live a more peaceful life but i can't. Things just did not seem to go the way they should, everything is out of control in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't know how you feel about this post now, but it really is not what you think it is. I am just stating the facts, not being emo at all. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i really don't feel like describing how i feel now&lt;/span&gt;", is because i am now writing this post during midnight and am really tired. Next, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;a lot of things has happened to me&lt;/span&gt;" means i have been going out a lot of times for shopping etc. Then, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I really hope i could live a more peaceful life but i can't&lt;/span&gt;" means that i wanted to go out less, but just could not resist going out with my friends. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Things just did not seem to go the way they should&lt;/span&gt;" is because in this January 2008, i have been waiting for buses for more than 30min each time for around 5 to 8 times. Buses nowadays are ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i was emo? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being random yet again. Not that i never have felt sad. But at the end of the day, i have a message to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is like a sickness that spreads and worsen. So try to contain it although it will take lots of effort. Do it for your friends, family and your love ones :D So mushy, so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6433595543064547430?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6433595543064547430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6433595543064547430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6433595543064547430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6433595543064547430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-7017216603928468479</id><published>2008-01-11T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:46:05.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-i-r-a-c-l-e</title><content type='html'>A Miracle! Truly astonishing! Unbelievable and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 512MB thumb drive survived a storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story started from the time when i forgot to take this thumb drive out from my pocket at 9th Jan 2008. My mom was trying to wash the pants with the thumb drive in it while she did not realize. She shove it in the washing machine and the storm begins. It went like "Keep rolling, rolling, rolling!", until it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last battle scene in "Pirates of Carribean 3: The Ends of the World"? The part where there was this huge whirlpool created by this meaningless sea goddess and the pirates of Jack Sparrow fought Davy Jones's crew in it. Yes, i guess the thumb drive pretty much braved the same storm, the same whirlpool as the one in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4eNr07EfuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/61csOKy9KjM/s1600-h/thumbdrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4eNr07EfuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/61csOKy9KjM/s320/thumbdrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154244082629115618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm old but still as strong as a bull!" said the 512MB thumb drive after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the washing, she picked up the thumb drive and gave it to me. I was sure it will not work, but my mom insisted me to test it out right away. So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked...&lt;br /&gt;It survived the storm...&lt;br /&gt;No files were corrupted in it...&lt;br /&gt;Miracle...&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky...&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could change for a new thumb drive...&lt;br /&gt;2008 sux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a way, i was pretty lucky since the files inside still remains and thus i don't have to buy another one to replace it. Anyway, the start of 2008 was really sucky. I had pretty bad luck since day 1 of 2008 so i guess i shall be more careful in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-7017216603928468479?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/7017216603928468479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=7017216603928468479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7017216603928468479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7017216603928468479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/01/m-i-r-c-l-e.html' title='M-i-r-a-c-l-e'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4eNr07EfuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/61csOKy9KjM/s72-c/thumbdrive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6053008836654126578</id><published>2008-01-07T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:36:55.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Nowadays...</title><content type='html'>This post will be a short short post of what happened today, for my Rush Hour post is still in writing progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i brushed my teeth, ate lunch, skipped breakfast, did some project, drank yakult, wore clothes and bathe. It was some slack day which i did not go to school as it was Monday which also meant a day off for me. And for now i am going to bed soon, was actually quite a busy day. Good Night readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As if i would end with such craps, such mundane events which happens every single day. Not to say that it was not a mundane day today, but well, i just cant end like this. Today i am going to talk about an animal that has evolved in its way of thinking. The animal that was once timid and scared of human beings to the very max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a nearby "Kopitiam" (sort of an eatery) to have my dinner today and the moment i sat down, there was this cat which came to me and purred. When i started my meal, it circled around my leg and looked at me when i look at it. Without a doubt, it wants some food. After 20min of torture (because of the food), i finally finished my dinner. And for the whole time, the cat has been sticking by my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, its effort has gone down the drain because i forgot to leave a piece of meat to feed the poor cat. Or rather, by the Chinese saying, "If i don't go to hell, who would?" (meaning i am sacrificing), the food tasted so bad i sacrificed and gobbled them all so the cat will not be able to go through the torture i have taken. (actually i was just too hungry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this experience, i deduce that cats nowadays had learned to give people leg massages and are able to give people a look that makes human beings feel pity for them. But seriously, i thought of going to "Cheers" to buy a can of sardine for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ignoring the poor cat, i walked back home. On the way, i saw another cat. This cat is by far the most ridiculous cat i have ever seen. On the sight of it, i felt like scaring it away, which i did. But to my surprise, it continued strolling slowly. Then i made an even larger movement in my second attempt, but it still did not respond to me even though it was looking at me. By reading its body language and facial expression, this is what i think it was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"What the hell is this person doing?! This is totally retarded.. I'm not gonna give a dam about him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like OH MY GOD! It did not even have the slightest fear in front of the world's biggest predator! Not even a little response. It is just unbelievable what the world is turning to...&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the end and good night. Sorry, turns out to be a pretty long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4JFdE7EfsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P6Cl3Q3Br4E/s1600-h/Cat_One.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4JFdE7EfsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P6Cl3Q3Br4E/s320/Cat_One.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152757289505291970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma's old cat. It died 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4JFxE7EftI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vwY4KOPTkLk/s1600-h/Cat_Three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4JFxE7EftI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vwY4KOPTkLk/s320/Cat_Three.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152757633102675666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is quite obedient. But scare of strangers, unlike the cats mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6053008836654126578?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6053008836654126578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6053008836654126578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6053008836654126578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6053008836654126578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2008/01/cats-nowadays.html' title='Cats Nowadays...'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R4JFdE7EfsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/P6Cl3Q3Br4E/s72-c/Cat_One.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6444590176341083408</id><published>2007-12-17T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:31:30.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect all you want!</title><content type='html'>Went to catch Golden Compass last Saturday with my family. It was quite a good show, especially the part where the Armored Bear fights. The sad part of the movie was that there wasn't any proper ending or climax. And the storyline goes like those in games. There was this part of the movie which the little girl protagonist was trying to persuade an Armor Bear to be her "guard". This part seems to be totally abstracted from game quests. A typical "find and return" quest that can be found in most games. Such as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R2jIh07EfqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/esl76uViDzs/s1600-h/goldencompass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R2jIh07EfqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/esl76uViDzs/s320/goldencompass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145583057738432162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, i photoshop-ed this, but there really is some quest of this sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie, we went to get some drinks in Starbucks. Ordered tons of cakes and drinks which made us really full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R2jIqU7EfrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rAwHQ8iZmhc/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R2jIqU7EfrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rAwHQ8iZmhc/s320/starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145583203767320242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbucks Hot Chocolate venti size. Freaking huge mug. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday, i went to my weekly "CCA" which means going to my friend's house to jam! Well we played from 3pm till 7:30pm. After that, we went to eat dinner and watch some soccer match, Manchester United vs Liverpool, in a nearby bar. Then i found out that my friend got his tooth knocked off last week. He protected his teeth everyday, treating them with care for 18 years. But what happened was that some stupid furnishing knocked one of his adult teeth off. The effort of 18 years gone to waste just like that?! Well it just doesn't make any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the more you try to protect something, the higher chance it will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6444590176341083408?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6444590176341083408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6444590176341083408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6444590176341083408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6444590176341083408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/12/protect-all-you-want_17.html' title='Protect all you want!'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R2jIh07EfqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/esl76uViDzs/s72-c/goldencompass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6656955729373622383</id><published>2007-12-06T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:56:46.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabrications!</title><content type='html'>Hi again people! After a break from blogging, i have finally found something to post about (because i was having no life :X). Recently i have been playing an online game, by the name of "Sealonline", with my friends, Vincent, Bobo and Jake etc. Then all of a sudden, Vincent and Bobo wanted to change game. A game called "Asda Story" has captured their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "Asda Story" is a game which players will become more "powerful" with his/her girlfriend/boyfriend/gayfriend/lesfriend around. So i guess it was obvious why Bobo wanted to change game. He needs a gay. (jk hope he does'nt see this) But anyway, this post is not about Bobo, its about "Asda Story". Just went to its website to take a look and saw a lot of people posting their photos in the site to look for a soulmate. So out of human nature, i went to take a look too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hG1GTQJjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ALp4U9KoZ_I/s1600-h/sharon+bibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hG1GTQJjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ALp4U9KoZ_I/s320/sharon+bibi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140936852681795122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A cute Malaysian girl! Below are her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm BiBi | IGN SugarBi(Support Mage) / HoneyBi | Malaysia(GMT+8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm 16 years old | Language: English, Chinese, Malay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I dunno Japanese but I'm learning, hope if anyone can teach...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MY Hobbies: online gaming, photography, graphic editing, listen music &amp;amp; watch movie&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Here is my playing schedule: Weekday : 7pm-11pm | Weekend : Depend&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hope to get Soulmate &amp;amp; a lot of Friends to play.^^.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hope if anyone see me around please party me.^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hope to get a soulmate capable to play with me on my schedule^^.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I might play at mid night as well, if cannot get into sleep^^.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please leave your IGN here, I'll check this blog by time to time.Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tis gurl ish so cute, so many peeps wan to be soulmate wit her (even my typing turned cute itself). Normal. Well, the post does not seem very fake as well. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hHymTQJkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EtuwPZOR_ks/s1600-h/acd65de9581ae0_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hHymTQJkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EtuwPZOR_ks/s320/acd65de9581ae0_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140937909243749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hello im vivi would anyone please b kind enough and b my soulmate?? thanks for reading this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One look and you know this is fake =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO FAKE LA! HE THINKS EDITING THE PHOTO WITH MS PAINT'S TEXT BOX AND PUTTING VIVI ON IT CAN FAKE PEOPLE! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not ask me why i find it fake, i just knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway look at her, she does not seem like a gamer at all. The person behind the screen is probably a 30 year old GUY who loves to be soulmate with fellow males. Disgusting truth but true. After years of experience, i found the virtue world is nothing but a big world of fabrications. A lot of things in it are fake, not to mention the world itself. Anyway, there is this one post in the "Asda Story" that i found really shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hLEWTQJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M3x-fqogQiU/s1600-h/Me+and+Emma%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hLEWTQJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M3x-fqogQiU/s320/Me+and+Emma%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140941512721311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VINCENT IS IN THE SOULMATE POSTING THIS PICTURE OF HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;, tis is Vincent here from s'pore ;) 18 years of age. Looking for some international ingame friends and of cuz also a great soul partner. Preferably same time zone :D. Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For goodness sake! He is the last person that i thought will put his photo in that site! I mean, not even Bobo posted his photo in it. He is even finding a "great" soul mate, my god! I could not believe my eyes, i think i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i will show you all what i mean by the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/5884/spartahampster2wl7.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see him as a hamster at first. But after awhile, you realize he is actually Leonidas from 300. This is the truth. You only realize the truth after looking at the fabrications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6656955729373622383?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6656955729373622383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6656955729373622383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6656955729373622383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6656955729373622383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/12/fabrications.html' title='Fabrications!'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R1hG1GTQJjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ALp4U9KoZ_I/s72-c/sharon+bibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-1871313725129126153</id><published>2007-11-27T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:14:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Water</title><content type='html'>Recently i went to play soccer again after a break of about 4 months. It was refreshing and i thought it is pretty healthy to play some sports. After 2 rounds of exhausting matches, we went for a little chat session. As normal Singaporeans, we would chat about random stuffs which will link to some other topics randomly. This post will focus on a topic one of my friends has told in an act of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, i will talk about some amazing things as introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this information from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R0w9MEL6INI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTvONU7yzxk/s1600-h/180px-Luis_Borrass%C3%A1_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R0w9MEL6INI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTvONU7yzxk/s320/180px-Luis_Borrass%C3%A1_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137548552414306514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking on water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; is one of the miracles that the Gospels attribute to Jesus. An account of the miracle appears in the Gospels of John (John 6:16-21), of Matthew and of Mark. According to the Biblical narrative, Jesus sent the disciples in a boat, ahead of him, to Bethsaida, but when they were half way across the lake, Jesus walked over the lake and met them. The narrative states that the disciples were scared at first, thinking it was a ghost, but when Jesus revealed himself and got into the boat, they calmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think Jesus Christ can even walk on water! This feat is 100% impossible to do! How cool is it to be able to walk on water? You will not even get wet, not a bit. Imagine how many lives can be saved if you can walk on water. Like the recent Dragon boat - Whirlpool case, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you thought walking on water is impossible to all living creatures in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU ARE WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The topic that one of my friends brought up is about lizards. And not normal lizards, its the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ Lizard&lt;/span&gt;. I am freaking serious because it really exist. (at first i did not believe him too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R0w-dEL6IOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6X8va3Mbo9A/s1600-h/200px-Striped_basilisk_lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R0w-dEL6IOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6X8va3Mbo9A/s320/200px-Striped_basilisk_lizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549943983710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ Lizard&lt;/span&gt;. He is so dam cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why is he called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ Lizard&lt;/span&gt; then? Well, he seriously can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALK ON WATER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the proof from Wikipedia again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The basilisk sometimes walks as a biped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. Basilisks have the unique ability to "walk" on water and, because of this, have coined the title as "The Jesus Lizard" or "The Jesus Christ Lizard" with religious connotations to the biblical passage of Mattrew 14:22-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. On water, the basilisk can run at a velocity of 1.5 meters (5 feet) a second for approximately 4.5 meters (15 feet) before sinking on all fours and swimming. Flaps between their toes help support the basilisk, creating a larger surface and a pocket of air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qhsxo7vY8ac&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qhsxo7vY8ac&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am totally amazed by this lizard. He can actually walk the water with 2 of his legs! But after watching the video, i think i might have to reconsider if i would want to walk on water like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-1871313725129126153?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/1871313725129126153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=1871313725129126153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1871313725129126153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1871313725129126153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/walking-on-water.html' title='Walking on Water'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/R0w9MEL6INI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTvONU7yzxk/s72-c/180px-Luis_Borrass%C3%A1_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-6916798320450598570</id><published>2007-11-20T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:16:03.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide to having a Life?</title><content type='html'>Wow! This is the shoe i wanted! That shirt over there looks so cool! Oh wait, i want that pair of jeans too! The new Sony Ericsson handphone looks so sleek, time for me to switch my phone! Hmmm need to buy an electric guitar to practice as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money to buy everything. This probably happens a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are so many things to buy, there isnt enough money for me. I initially wanted to get a job, but am scared that there will be too much stress during project weeks (actually i think i am just lazy). So in order to buy this things for a life, i need to save up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Guide to having a Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if you are living off by the allowances your parents give, you know you have to save them up. Well, everyday you go to school you spend money on foods and drinks. As for me, i really spend a lot on satisfying my stomach and my taste bud's craving. So the best solution is to eat a really heavy breakfast. Foods like cereal breakfast is really good. They are made from wheat and oats. Together with milk, its really like what the advertisements say, wholesome and full. Then, since you had such a big breakfast, you only have to eat a little bit during tea break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you must have great mental control. The smell of all the delicacies will probably make you buy them. So to counter this, try not to pass through canteens or restaurants. Then you will not think about food and have an illusion that you are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, also the most effective saving method, is to become a "no-life-r". This method is by far the best, most easily controlled way and moreover you get to eat anything you like. Everyday after school, just dash back home immediately. Once you are back home, get on your computer and start playing a game that will make you really addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: Try not to play Maplestory, most likely you will get tempted to buy its Maple pre-paid card which will make you lose more money then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So by doing so, you will save a lot of money. Both on food and on entertainment. Each week, you will have enough money to go for a movie and still have enough to buy some clothes at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this equation plotting life against money:&lt;br /&gt;No Life = money * 0&lt;br /&gt;Having a life = money * infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The secret to saving up money to get a life later is to be totally no life first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This method has been known to work between some friends although you might not like it or try it. Well, i only tried the last method. It was ridiculously effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, "A" Levels is finally OVER! Congratulations! I am so happy. Not that i am an "A" Level taker, but because my friends were taking it and i did not have the chance to hang out with them during that period. Totally over-joyed, i think you, "A" Levels students should give some sweet feedback to your great teachers! Heres a link for some innovative feedback you could write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;Creative and Innovative Feedbacks from the students of NTU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-6916798320450598570?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/6916798320450598570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=6916798320450598570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6916798320450598570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/6916798320450598570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/guide-to-having-life_20.html' title='Guide to having a Life?'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4386510862476536460</id><published>2007-11-16T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:31:18.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memories Sad Emotions</title><content type='html'>Today i went to play pool with Ivan, Kenny, Joe, Ming Fang, Ian and Jake. When it ended, i took a "74" bus back home. The bus "74" stops between both my Secondary School and my Primary School which were Bowen Secondary and Xinmin Primary. When i alighted the bus, memories were brought back to me immediately as i have been walking through and forth the route for almost 10 years. It was the route that link my house to both schools. Then, I started dwelling on the events that happened during this school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it was that everyday after school (Primary 5/6), which was 6pm, i would hang out with Wan Ting, Tai Ying and Kok Yong to chat around or just have some drinks. We would talk about almost anything. At that time, we would all buy "Tian Yu Di Lu Cha" from the mama shop for only 50cents. All of us will stay around till almost 8pm until we start to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz27fUL6IKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xeRfZrhcPu8/s1600-h/tianyudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz27fUL6IKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xeRfZrhcPu8/s320/tianyudi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133465296941228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tian Yu Di Lu Cha, my favorite drink forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, it was so tranquil, everyday was so enjoying and we had so much fun together. But when i reminisce on it, i felt only &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it has already ended and there will not be another day that will be the same as before. Everything is lost and were already history. It is such an irony that whenever people thinks about happy memories, it only makes them sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz2_fkL6IMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wy6Rixw26bc/s1600-h/memories02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz2_fkL6IMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wy6Rixw26bc/s320/memories02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133469699282706626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the route between my primary, secondary school and my house. A total of around 15min of walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz2_V0L6ILI/AAAAAAAAAFw/veiVjMuZgFY/s1600-h/memories01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz2_V0L6ILI/AAAAAAAAAFw/veiVjMuZgFY/s320/memories01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133469531778982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the place has changed a lot since Primary School days, it still brings back memories. They were just unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The song now on the top of my imeem playlist is called "蒲公英的约定". I find this song very meaningful. It is about the past, as of this post. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4386510862476536460?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4386510862476536460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4386510862476536460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4386510862476536460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4386510862476536460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-memories-sad-emotions.html' title='Happy Memories Sad Emotions'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rz27fUL6IKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xeRfZrhcPu8/s72-c/tianyudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8506487990881412531</id><published>2007-11-14T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:38:20.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikachu totally gone wrong</title><content type='html'>Today as usual, went to school to have some lessons. And as of usual, me and my friends were reading manga from a website. Then a friend of mine, Derek Lim Bo Bo, found a link that showed this Pikachu picture out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzsfWdid0FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d5a8e_5tv78/s1600-h/pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzsfWdid0FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d5a8e_5tv78/s320/pikachu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132730671065583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People trying to enter Pikachu! Oh my Tian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were laughing so hard at the picture, Zhong Ming (serious guy) came out of curiosity as he thought it was just a simple Pikachu. Then after he saw it, he went like "oh ok... (let out a bit of laughter)". For some of you, it might be a normal Pikachu picture, but it is really very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. I will not tell you what is wrong for the sake of all the "non-polluted" people out there. Try figuring it out yourself :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: It appears as a male in cartoon but this picture shows otherwise. Now i am unsure of his/her gender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8506487990881412531?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8506487990881412531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8506487990881412531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8506487990881412531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8506487990881412531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/pikachu-totally-gone-wrong.html' title='Pikachu totally gone wrong'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzsfWdid0FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d5a8e_5tv78/s72-c/pikachu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-7464169588728904956</id><published>2007-11-11T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:50:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tian Tian De~</title><content type='html'>The SIDM club has finally successfully set up the movie event! It is held on every Wednesday, 4pm and this week was the first time ever. The movie shown was called "The Freedom Writers". It was a very sad and happy show and i think we all enjoyed it. Since it was the first time the movie event was set up, we thought that there would be no one coming to watch the show. But to our surprise, there were TWO people! Great success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Kovan Melody for Eugene's birthday and house warming. Eugene is actually sort of my dance instructor. So a huge bunch of us went into his house. Then i could feel something, not only me, but a lot of us can feel it. The very unique feeling of house warming. The house was literally warming with our presence. Now i knew why it is called house warming and why many people should attend the fun. Nevertheless, the house was beautiful and the sight from the balcony was astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcM-Yn-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H2F0frjjL_E/s1600-h/BoyS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcM-Yn-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H2F0frjjL_E/s320/BoyS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131584566313510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eugene is the wet one below. He got a house cooling when we threw him into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this was the end of Wednesday's sweetness. More to come on the next chapter, stay tune after The Break. Please click on The Break for a break. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx0fy-9NWFg"&gt;The Break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staying tune after The Break. Talking about today's title of post, Tian Tian De~, what is so sweet? It is the first song in my imeem playlist! And of course some ice-creams from Swensens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcOPYn-ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UbqXldZQXuw/s1600-h/chocoicecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcOPYn-ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UbqXldZQXuw/s320/chocoicecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131585957882914514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sticky Chocolate Ice-cream. Delicious and sweeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcOxYn-ZuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BElf5_5HfoQ/s1600-h/cfondue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcOxYn-ZuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BElf5_5HfoQ/s320/cfondue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131586541998466786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Fondue. The cream puff were nice. Again sweeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcPdon-ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ejYYbTSv6R4/s1600-h/cynbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcPdon-ZvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ejYYbTSv6R4/s320/cynbday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587302207678194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one was only for Cynthia who got this ice-cream for free because it was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought Swensens should not have sticked the candle right into the banana. Bananas does not go well with ice-creams, at least for our "OGL" group. Anyway, Happy Birthday Cynthia! (yet again hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much sweet stuffs, it was already a sweet day. And to my surprise, i saw Joanne Peh in real life! My only favorite female artist in Mediacorp. After that, we went for a walk and went home at around 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-7464169588728904956?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/7464169588728904956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=7464169588728904956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7464169588728904956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7464169588728904956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/tian-tian-de.html' title='Tian Tian De~'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RzcM-Yn-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H2F0frjjL_E/s72-c/BoyS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-303012273430591986</id><published>2007-11-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:20:51.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People gets older</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to a movie night in Cathay and we watched the movie "Stardust" which was quite a good film. It is a fantasy-comedy kind of movie which has witches and princes, the typical fairy tale. Anyway the main reason why we went to the movie night was because of the Birthday Trio who were Kenny, Guo Dong and Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially Vincent brought a baseball bat along so that he can have a literally Hard Core Birthday Bash with the Birthday Trio. But as the day goes on, the bat suddenly went missing mysteriously and was never to be found again. This strange happening caused a huge uproar within our group. We did not understand why and how did the immobile baseball bat could have moved away and disappear from us. At this point of time, we did not even know whether the bat could be still alive or not. As the case goes on, it came to a realization of what might have happened. 4 people were suspected of the murder/kidnap of the bat. They were the 3 of the Birthday Trio and Vincent, the owner of the baseball bat himself. It could be that either of the Birthday Trio did not want a bad Birthday Bashing so he/she killed the bat. Another scenario is that Vincent actually killed the bat himself because of some kind of revenge or bad blood he has with the baseball bat. As the Birthday Trio had an abili, so could it be that the real murderer was really Vincent? Who is the actual murderer? Why did he/she wanted to kill the bat? How did he/she did it? To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry got carried away, i know it is very random. The above paragraph are craps although Vincent really brought a baseball bat to school. Continuing the real facts about that day, we gave the trio their presents. One of the present was a boxers which was given to Guo Dong. It has a lot of heart shapes on it and is said to be very "sexy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyybsUEnTmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dvTztkNt0Go/s1600-h/guodong01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyybsUEnTmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dvTztkNt0Go/s320/guodong01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645261272764002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is taken before he recieve the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Ryyb6EEnTnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-XGG_9Aq9Ng/s1600-h/guodong02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Ryyb6EEnTnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-XGG_9Aq9Ng/s320/guodong02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645497495965298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is after he sees that his present is a "sexy" boxer.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Guo Dong is famous for his facial expression&lt;br /&gt;as he never changes it whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the present giving ceremony, we decided to go to a pub. Very unfortunately, every pub we went were close. And more Unfortunately, we went to around 5 pubs or so, all are quite far from each other. We spent around 3 hours finding one and 'in the end it doesn't even matter' (in Linkin Park tune). Finally we settled our foot in a lanshop and played a couple rounds of Counter Strike. That night was tiring as we stayed up almost the whole time but 'we had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun' (in Westlife tune). Thats all for today, need some rest now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who got old recently:&lt;br /&gt;-Kenny&lt;br /&gt;-Guo Dong&lt;br /&gt;-Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;I realize maybe i could call Kenny uncle now. (as if i dont get older each year =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-303012273430591986?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/303012273430591986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=303012273430591986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/303012273430591986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/303012273430591986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-gets-older.html' title='People gets older'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyybsUEnTmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dvTztkNt0Go/s72-c/guodong01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-7048739584930943753</id><published>2007-10-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:32:54.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long trip to eat Food Court</title><content type='html'>Sorry people. Have not been posting much because i was quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's Friday after school, me and fellow OGLs decided to eat some dinner together. We were initially in school (NYP) and we wanted to eat in Douby Ghaut. So we went there by train and when we reached there, we decided to eat Food Court! It seems so funny because we traveled a long distance just to eat some Food Court food. But never the less, we had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQvyEEnTjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3vXpqkJZyB4/s1600-h/slackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQvyEEnTjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3vXpqkJZyB4/s320/slackers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126274812987526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a picture of my friends sitting on OSIM's massage chair after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Very thick skin hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQ5yEEnTkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BWeD2t_LBbA/s1600-h/beancurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQ5yEEnTkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BWeD2t_LBbA/s320/beancurb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126285808103804482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to eat desserts at the famous Seleket's Bean curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well that is about it. Anyway heres the answer for last week's quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQ6gEEnTlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wcr9Nez_oks/s1600-h/quiz02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQ6gEEnTlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wcr9Nez_oks/s320/quiz02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126286598377786962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the answer! Most people already got the answer i guess. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-7048739584930943753?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/7048739584930943753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=7048739584930943753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7048739584930943753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/7048739584930943753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-trip-to-eat-food-court.html' title='A long trip to eat Food Court'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RyQvyEEnTjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3vXpqkJZyB4/s72-c/slackers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2436480860012833542</id><published>2007-10-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:25:28.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts Life Ends?</title><content type='html'>The first week of school has started! How has everyone been in this very first week? I find it to be quite slack although we must already decide our studio project team. Anyway, did nothing much in this whole week, pretty sad. Yet again, i went to Kster to sing with my Secondary School friends. One of my friends brought a girl friend with him. She sing as if the voice comes from the CD! Very nice. Moreover, she did not sing with a microphone, yet we can hear her clearly, very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this week's question is do life end when the school starts?&lt;br /&gt;Personally i feel it is. I spend most of my time in school or playing "Jump Ultimate Star" with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i have got 1 quiz for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxwXxzgC2zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vHVhijbHbIw/s1600-h/quiz01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxwXxzgC2zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vHVhijbHbIw/s320/quiz01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123996620446423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is currently 2 triangles formed here using 6 sticks. How do you make 4 triangles only by moving 1 of the 6 sticks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2436480860012833542?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2436480860012833542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2436480860012833542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2436480860012833542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2436480860012833542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-starts-life-ends.html' title='School Starts Life Ends?'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxwXxzgC2zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vHVhijbHbIw/s72-c/quiz01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8316517515477284887</id><published>2007-10-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:57:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>Recently there have been many events. A BBQ session near Trudy's house and an annual Kovan MacOuting for my secondary school outing were the main ones. Ate very delicious food at the BBQ and in Trudy's house and watched a very funny movie, "Knocked Out", during our Kovan MacOuting. No pictures though, forgot to take some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the main topic, the cake. It was the same brand of cake as my previous post, but this time, it is a Chocolate Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxI38jgC2yI/AAAAAAAAADs/YDMqafXKgJM/s1600-h/cake02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxI38jgC2yI/AAAAAAAAADs/YDMqafXKgJM/s320/cake02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121217239734999842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A thick layer of chocolate on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxI30DgC2xI/AAAAAAAAADk/5Yxub7Y21gQ/s1600-h/cake01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxI30DgC2xI/AAAAAAAAADk/5Yxub7Y21gQ/s320/cake01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121217093706111762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family ate it before i even had the chance to take photo of the whole cake. Greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This cake is from Rive, a bakery shop in Takashimaya. The top layer is filled with chocolate. This cake has a layer of waffle in it so you can feel the crunch in it. Not only the top layer has a lot of chocolate, the middle layer has chocolate as well. For me, i think it is not such a great cake. It gets boring after several bites although the first bite was great. I will recommend this cake for chocolate lovers only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Review: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cake, i went jogging at night yet again in my Bowen Secondary School PE T-Shirt. This time i seem like i was on steroids. I ran from my house to Kovan Heartland Mall, and then i stopped there to rest awhile. The irony is that i bought an ice-cream cone from Macdonald and it is like wasting my time jogging. Anyway, there were many students studying in Macdonald, probably "A" Levels or "O" Levels. And i was like wearing secondary school shirt and jogging around, people will probably think "This guy is insane to jog instead of mug. Probably too stress." Haha. So after i finished the ice-cream cone, i went on jogging back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8316517515477284887?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8316517515477284887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8316517515477284887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8316517515477284887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8316517515477284887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RxI38jgC2yI/AAAAAAAAADs/YDMqafXKgJM/s72-c/cake02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8922416139184157994</id><published>2007-10-09T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:07:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life</title><content type='html'>It was a very short 3 days. I did lots of things in this 3 days of time, was so enjoying. In the first day, i went to eat steamboat at Marina South with my OGL friends. We had lots of fun and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwum3TgC2wI/AAAAAAAAADc/dP_pLZYeC_o/s1600-h/indulgence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwum3TgC2wI/AAAAAAAAADc/dP_pLZYeC_o/s320/indulgence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119368870494395138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very artistic steamboat picture taken by Berlinda/Cynthia. Had Wolf Berries in the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were eating, we suddenly started chatting about gays and Cynthia said Guo Dong was gay. So Guo Dong replied seriously and innocently, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dont say me gay lah, i give you a meat&lt;/span&gt;" (in chinese). The reply and response was so weird that we laughed our stomach to fulfillment. After we were full, we went to the arcade and played some games then all of us decided to stay over at Clarence's house for some majong sessions. That will be a part of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the start of day 2 which was 12am, we played majong, bridge (card game) and munchkin (card game). As it was very tiring to stay over-night, we started sprouting nonsense. The topic started off with MacDonalds. At the end, we had MacTutu Kueh, MacMeeSiam, MacFishball and MacLaksa dont want MacHum. Then we ordered Macdonalds home delivery for breakfast. Of course, after that we went home and sleep. More events are ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in day 2 at around 3pm, i went to school to play basketball! After some exciting game of  basketball, i went to learn dancing with my friends. It was my first time dancing and i really danced like a retard :) Although i can play basketball but i seem nowhere near to dancing. Although so, i will still continue learning, for the fun of it and for making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwuhvjgC2uI/AAAAAAAAADM/cKq3shsw-xo/s1600-h/chinatown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwuhvjgC2uI/AAAAAAAAADM/cKq3shsw-xo/s320/chinatown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119363239792270050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinatown. Taken because i thought it looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In day 3, i went singing with Jake and Clarence in Chinatown again. I found out that it was only $6 on weekdays! Dirt cheap! After singing we went to eat dinner at "Mei Shi Jie" (meaning "Nice Food Street). Jake was so kind to treat us a delicious seafood meal after much pressuring from me and Clarence. The seafood store is at a roadside area where cars are prohibited to go in. Here are some pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwuh4TgC2vI/AAAAAAAAADU/6sTBs_wfBsU/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwuh4TgC2vI/AAAAAAAAADU/6sTBs_wfBsU/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119363390116125426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 dishes for us. All are spicy especially the Tom Yam Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwuhHzgC2tI/AAAAAAAAADE/DtbXr52MtrI/s1600-h/me01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwuhHzgC2tI/AAAAAAAAADE/DtbXr52MtrI/s320/me01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119362556892469970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me totally "sweated" after the spicy meal but WORTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me i think the meal was at an acceptable level. I will give it a 7/10 grade. It was worth if you are already in Chinatown but not worth if you just want to eat there when you are far away, meaning not worth the traveling time and fee. The vegetable was very delicious though. As for the seafood, they are on average, but you do not need to queue long for it. The other 2 judges, Jake and Clarence were very uncooperative. They did not want to  let me take their photo as they were very shy. As a result i will only be able to disclose some comments made by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jake, he said it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not worth&lt;/span&gt; it. It was probably because he had to pay for extra 2 person's cost to eat it. Although not worth it, he said the fried rice was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Clarence, I forgot to ask him. He probably found it average though. So the result of today's food review was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Review: 1.5/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8922416139184157994?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8922416139184157994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8922416139184157994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8922416139184157994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8922416139184157994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='A Life'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwum3TgC2wI/AAAAAAAAADc/dP_pLZYeC_o/s72-c/indulgence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-3616495961870993426</id><published>2007-10-06T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:49:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeeeeeeeeeet~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwex-zgC2sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g5-qjgXICgs/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwex-zgC2sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g5-qjgXICgs/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255194064476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hungry already? Very beautiful cake right? Haahaha. Dont get mistaken, its not my birthday. Its not for birthday purposes. The cake is just for us to full-fill our taste buds. This mango cake has 3 layers. 2 of it are very mild tasting. The other 1 is filled with mango cream/pudding like thingy! Really very very delicious. Bought this cake at Takashimaya, Rive (if my sister did not remember wrongly). Eat it when chilled! Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Review: 4.5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-3616495961870993426?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/3616495961870993426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=3616495961870993426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3616495961870993426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3616495961870993426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweeeeeeeeeeet.html' title='Sweeeeeeeeeeet~'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/Rwex-zgC2sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g5-qjgXICgs/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-1038532528753007686</id><published>2007-10-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:30:28.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls Of Fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwZIXzgC2rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aQx5spcRcl8/s1600-h/ballsoffuryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwZIXzgC2rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aQx5spcRcl8/s320/ballsoffuryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117857600351951538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balls Of Fury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Balls Of Fury the other day. The movie revolves around a great ping pong player called Daytona. Daytona had a bad childhood expierence when taking part in a ping pong competition finals and the event in-directly killed his father. After 20 years, he was approached by a FBI to help solve a case with his superior ping pong skills. And so, many things happened while solving the case, including him meeting with his father's murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is quite a funny movie but not enough. To me, i think it is not worth watching in the cinemas although i quite enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review: 5/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-1038532528753007686?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/1038532528753007686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=1038532528753007686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1038532528753007686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/1038532528753007686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/balls-of-fury.html' title='Balls Of Fury'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwZIXzgC2rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aQx5spcRcl8/s72-c/ballsoffuryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-2073355604086891677</id><published>2007-10-02T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:23:45.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts of Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i could not blog because of some reasons which will be disclose near the end of the post. So i made it up today by blogging the things which happened yesterday. In actual fact, i had already been sick for 3 days till yesterday i "recovered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a friend's house, Isaac's again. The 4 of us gathered at Isaac's house to play Nintendo DS's Jump Ultimate Star. So we played and played for around 5 hours and we all left his house as he had an appointment on 6pm. Me and Haoyi were so bored that things had to end so early so we decided to find Jake. Therefore we went to Bugis and eat dinner together with Jake. Upon reaching, our first destination was Mos Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwOztzgC2qI/AAAAAAAAACs/JxVVl2bp4zI/s1600-h/02102007050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwOztzgC2qI/AAAAAAAAACs/JxVVl2bp4zI/s320/02102007050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117131201123113634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mos Burger Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered a set meal and 1 rice burger. It took almost 1hr 30 min to reach us. Mos Burger was definitely a "fast-food" restaurant. When i approach the counter to ask for my order, the uncle immediately replied, "Now got alot of people, must wait very long. If you want to complain, go to my manager there". I was like what the hell. It was like 1hr 30min ago that i ordered my stuffs. People who came later than us have already got their meals eaten and in the rubbish bin. Moreover i speak politely and not wanting to complain at the very least. The attitude of the staffs there really is like ****. Cannot make it. Luckily there was an old lady staff to re-take our order for us or i guess we might have to take the Mos Burger number plate "31" back home as souvenir (as you know Mos Burger they give you a number plate and ask you to wait at your seat. Then they will bring the food to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner (which lasted for only 5mins because we were famished), we went shopping and looked around aimlessly until i suggested going to Douby Gaut to have some bean curd desserts. That was the wrongest choice of the day! I ordered You Tiao, bean curd and soya bean milk. After eating awhile i started to feel like vomiting. Maybe the You Tiao is too You (oily) and because i had food poisoning 3 days ago, i think the food poisoning bacteria returned. Of course i stopped eating and tried not to vomit. I lasted from Douby Gaut back to Kovan. It was terrible, but in the end i did not vomit. My apologist to Jake and Haoyi for the bad ending of the day =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was wondering about pregnant ladies. They vomit like 2-3 times a day for 1 month. Its like a torture. Seriously. Lastly, I hope to myself that i will get well by today, bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-2073355604086891677?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/2073355604086891677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=2073355604086891677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2073355604086891677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/2073355604086891677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/10/facts-of-life.html' title='Facts of Life'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RwOztzgC2qI/AAAAAAAAACs/JxVVl2bp4zI/s72-c/02102007050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-8189090275000107754</id><published>2007-09-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:23:16.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-Let</title><content type='html'>Just returned from OGL(orientation group leader) cum TD(our partner course) chalet. Have not slept for around 48 hours now but still writing this blog post. hehehe. The chalet started at 26 September but i went at the second day which was 27 September. Its a 3 day 2 night chalet and we had lots of fun joking and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we played was Indian Poker (a card game). We made whoever lose do a forfeit by choosing Truth or Dare. Most people choose Dare though, such as myself. I lost once and was made to do a sexy model pose like that of a "Americans' Next Top Model" participant's pose (very unlucky that it was Thursday that day). The photo is not with me at the moment, but if i were to grab hold of it, i will burn it. Just kidding, i will probably post it in this post and let you people laugh at me. So the below are some videos of the people who did Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/GLFBlXjv5n/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/GLFBlXjv5n/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy here was forced to sing aloud the ancient song "Wo Di Re Qing" outside the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/Hakx70nvLs/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/Hakx70nvLs/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe piss take literally. He must imagine himself as a dog and piss on the pole. Watch him imitate dog barks like "Oh Oh Oh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning! Do not try this dog pissing stunt because it almost made Joe muscle cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were not able to do some extreme ones because it was very late at night. After this we played with Love~ One of my friends knows how to  use cards to predict love. So many people tried and it was funny to see the results. Sometimes the ace of hearts will point to King or Jack when a guy is playing. That symbolizes that the guy playing actually loves another guy, Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we got bored and moved on to the "Red House". Once we reached there, we decided to return immediately. It was because we felt something. Something really scary and it was boredom. Seriously there is nothing to see there. We did not enter the house because we respect the things living there (what a good way to put it). So that was almost all we did in the chalet, others were just talking cock and jokes. Well, got to go now, good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-8189090275000107754?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/8189090275000107754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=8189090275000107754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8189090275000107754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/8189090275000107754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/09/cha-let.html' title='Cha-Let'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-4970757235495755604</id><published>2007-09-25T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:37:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Queue Starts</title><content type='html'>This section is a small post after i have finished the posting below. After i posted, i went for a jog around my area. Thinking that its Mooncake Festival today, probably there will be a lot of people having fun outside. So instead of jogging around my block, i decided to jog and walk the whole of Hougang! Actually i was hoping to find some beautiful candles along my path but things did not go as i expected. I ran around but saw no one. It was so silent. Its Mooncake Festival today but hardly anyone is staying out late outside their neighborhood. Things are really changing. Remember last time my friends will call me out to chill near their house and we will talk cock for hours. Maybe i went out too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the main post of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Posted September 26 2007 at 1:36am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kster! wooohoooo! Its a karaoke at Chinatown. Only $10++ each person and you can sing from 2pm to 7pm. Super cheap, today went there to chill out and sing some song. Actually not some but alot because we only have 3 people and sang for 4 hours. Now my throat is feeling a little painful haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to the topic of the title of today's post. Where The Queue Starts. Its actually a TV show on Channel 8. But we kinda made it into our own version. Since we went Chinatown today, after the Kster, we went to eat dinner. We walk and walk until we saw a big queue up front. Really long. Then we decided to eat there. The store sells porridge for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkU2TgC2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/CrgTXD_46EE/s1600-h/Queue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkU2TgC2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/CrgTXD_46EE/s400/Queue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114141775036078674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the queue length. Can't really see but its really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkTyTgC2kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ilDCNFwrdIM/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkTyTgC2kI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ilDCNFwrdIM/s320/DSC00946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114140606804974146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the store, "Tiong Shian Porridge Centre". My friend bought some take-aways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after we finish eating, we started to give comments and therefore took some pictures. The following tells if it is worth the time for the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkX9zgC2nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0aNKRFckgZw/s1600-h/jeff01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkX9zgC2nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0aNKRFckgZw/s320/jeff01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114145202419980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first judge, Jeffrey. He gave the porridge a thumbs up! Its worth it for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkYHTgC2oI/AAAAAAAAACc/1mJVGyHE6n0/s1600-h/yongs01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkYHTgC2oI/AAAAAAAAACc/1mJVGyHE6n0/s320/yongs01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114145365628738178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second judge is Yong Yi. He says the porridge is not worth the wait. He also commented that it is too expensive and they give very little Cuttlefish as he ordered a Cuttlefish Porridge. Its quite true for his bowl actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since its a tie between the judges, its up to me to say if it is worth. i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkZwDgC2pI/AAAAAAAAACk/zKjByRDIfDw/s1600-h/worth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkZwDgC2pI/AAAAAAAAACk/zKjByRDIfDw/s320/worth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114147165220035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha. I think its really worth it. Although its not very very delicious but you can eat it without getting bored of the same taste and the whole bowl is very sweet. So overall its WORTH IT! Two thumbs up for the Porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food review: 2/3 Worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-4970757235495755604?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/4970757235495755604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=4970757235495755604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4970757235495755604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/4970757235495755604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-queue-starts.html' title='Where The Queue Starts'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvkU2TgC2lI/AAAAAAAAACE/CrgTXD_46EE/s72-c/Queue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-3579497653945164076</id><published>2007-09-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:30:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day Yet Short</title><content type='html'>Today was a long but short day. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today i started going out at  around 11am and end at 1am midnight. Yet i had so much fun that it seems like a short day. In the morning, i went to have a hair cut as it was already quite thick. Then after that, i went to Ang Mo Kio Hub to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach there, i realize an opening bash was held for the opening of AMK Hub. There was some performances, mostly about music and Mediacorp stars will also be present. Took a photo of the performance while drinking "Hot Chocolate" (it was too milky to be called chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVQBDgC2gI/AAAAAAAAABc/b_tXOAx1gF8/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVQBDgC2gI/AAAAAAAAABc/b_tXOAx1gF8/s320/piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113080930998868482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small girl is grade 6 in piano at this age! Must be talented.&lt;br /&gt;Better than my friend Isaac who never played a tune to us even though he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After i finish my "Hot Chocolate", i continued my journey to the shops. Finally i finished my journey at a Converse shop. Saw a pair of shoes that was very simple in design but looks nice to me and so i bought it. Joanne Peh wore the shoe in the show, Bao Bei Fu Nv Bing, but hers was blue, mine is dark green. Thereafter,  i proceed to my secondary class outing. Went to Marina South to eat some steamboat and BBQ. The steamboat there (we ate at "Dragon Village" now has a special function. The steamboat will split fire out now just like its' shop name, Dragon! So when you eat it, you will suddenly get hit on the head. Beware. Actually i was quite disappointed with the number of people who came. There was only like 12 and my class had 30+. Cannot be blamed though, most people who did not come had to study for their 'A' Levels. Hope you people happy mugging :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVVSTgC2hI/AAAAAAAAABk/IJRL_rwgKp8/s1600-h/Friends01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVVSTgC2hI/AAAAAAAAABk/IJRL_rwgKp8/s320/Friends01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113086724909750802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends. Caught by surprise after they took the first shot. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the feast, we decided to watch some soccer. So we travel to Chijmes. The first cafe we walked through was so deserted. Only a single soul sitting silently. Thus we did not watch there. Then we continue walking and reached the maid cafe "Cosafe Maid Cafe". The screen was showing Arsenal vs Derby and there was quite a number of people there. Therefore we set foot and ordered some drinks. One of my friends ordered an expresso hoping it to last through the whole match. After the drinks came, he was astonished. As of normal expresso, there was only a little amount. So he drank it not very contentedly but was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heypy&lt;/span&gt; that Arsenal was trashing Derby 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i drank Double Fudge Mocha. It was nice, maybe i might go back there to have another cup next time. When i was watching the match, 2 "couples" were sitting infront of the screen. They were both males. Not very sure if they are couples but somehow me and my friends saw them exchanging weird looks, like having those zapping eye contact. Kind of disgusted but we made it into a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVZozgC2iI/AAAAAAAAABs/I0co4jcKBKs/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVZozgC2iI/AAAAAAAAABs/I0co4jcKBKs/s320/DSC00941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113091509503318562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cosafe Maid Cafe. All service crew wear maid costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about Maid Cafe, i think a friend of mine by the name of S**wn will probably like it alot. Maybe next time i can get my poly friends to go there and he will be more than glad to thank me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after the soccer match ends. While going back home, we were talking and Jeffrey said "Today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heypy&lt;/span&gt; what. (Singlish)" And yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heypy&lt;/span&gt; is not a typo mistake. It is a word created by Jeffrey accidentally, meaning happy. You see alot of people say farnie which means funny. So it will only be fair that happy has its on word and so its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heypy&lt;/span&gt; for us. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-3579497653945164076?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/3579497653945164076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=3579497653945164076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3579497653945164076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/3579497653945164076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-day-yet-short.html' title='Long Day Yet Short'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvVQBDgC2gI/AAAAAAAAABc/b_tXOAx1gF8/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136996912741313502.post-5479045254103750357</id><published>2007-09-19T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:33:03.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Katana</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog! This is my first post in this blog so its only for introduction. More things will be added in the blog such as a tag box to leave some comments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went to a friend's house. He just went to japan recently and bought some crazy stuffs. One of it is a Katana which is a kind of sword used by a samurai. The funny thing is that it entertained me for more than 30min and it was kinda fun (considering it was just a sword, kinda made me and my friends seem like 5 year olds taking some power ranger swords and hitting around). So me and my friend took this katana and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvFc-8wWtlI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJzSIL7gMM/s1600-h/samurai01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvFc-8wWtlI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJzSIL7gMM/s320/samurai01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111969288572810834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me acting like im talking on phone while taking a katana. Trying to act like im really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvFdOswWtmI/AAAAAAAAABU/YtFES6_kq3g/s1600-h/samurai03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvFdOswWtmI/AAAAAAAAABU/YtFES6_kq3g/s320/samurai03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111969559155750498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closer view of the sword. Its made of metal and wood. Quite heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the "Photo-taking session", the owner of the sword told us it is around $200 Singapore money o.O and had to get a "Fire-arm" license for it. So troublesome to own a sword but its a good safety measure though. That kinda makes Singapore a good place to live in, little danger and no disasters. Thats all for today, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136996912741313502-5479045254103750357?l=icebergmeltz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/feeds/5479045254103750357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136996912741313502&amp;postID=5479045254103750357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/5479045254103750357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136996912741313502/posts/default/5479045254103750357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icebergmeltz.blogspot.com/2007/09/katana.html' title='The Katana'/><author><name>Meltz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355822825341035912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7WHTCpNuv4/RvFc-8wWtlI/AAAAAAAAABM/HTJzSIL7gMM/s72-c/samurai01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
