<?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-5628942</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:28:56.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KaBaBoom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>428</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-3920923817694572610</id><published>2007-11-08T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:50:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I let You Go</title><content type='html'>Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Time pass away&lt;br /&gt;And I just can´t get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows ... I hide it inside&lt;br /&gt;I keep on searching but I can´t find&lt;br /&gt;The courage to show ...&lt;br /&gt;To letting you know ...&lt;br /&gt;I´ve never felt so much love before&lt;br /&gt;And once again I´m thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Taking the easy way out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;But if I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I will never know&lt;br /&gt;What my life would be&lt;br /&gt;Holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see&lt;br /&gt;You smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;How will I know?&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;I hear myself sayin´&lt;br /&gt;Why can´t this feeling just fade away?&lt;br /&gt;There´s no one like you ...&lt;br /&gt;You speak to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;It´s such a shame we´re worlds apart ...&lt;br /&gt;I´m too shy to ask ...&lt;br /&gt;I´m too proud to lose&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later I gotta choose&lt;br /&gt;And once again I´m thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Taking the easy way out ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-3920923817694572610?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/3920923817694572610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=3920923817694572610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/3920923817694572610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/3920923817694572610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-let-you-go.html' title='If I let You Go'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-117671287128605457</id><published>2007-04-16T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:44:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its His Chee-ky Plan All Along!</title><content type='html'>The PAP already has the public in an outroar(singapore style, where they complain on forum boards and straits times, not american style where they take to the streets with guns and shit) over the minister's pay rise. They already know that the general public is very against it. Up pops their most irritating(but no greatest) nemesis, Chee Soon Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, he's holding a forum with foreign dignitaries from around the world, to 'express their disgust' at the pay rise, and he's applying a permit to do it! HELL NO, CHEE! The ministers probably thought to themselves, why should we allow more bad press about our pay raises? So they threw his application out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what if that was Chee Soon Juan's very purpose? To incite outrage among the public. Pick a topic that you KNOW the PAP will reject, invite foreigners in to ensure that the news will not only be local, but global, and wait for the PAP to do what they always do. That way, if the PAP accepts your proposal for the forum, you get to slam the minister's pay. If they reject it, you get to highlight how horrible the PAP is that they won't allow something as small as a forum to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's a smart man, this Chee guy, even though he's done some dumb things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i figure the Singapore gah-men has done a good job. THUS FAR. We have safe streets, litter-free, few homeless people, low drug rate, relatively good relationships between races and religions, good economy etc. Its plenty more than many countries around our region have had. And i love my country. Its my home, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, and that's a big HOWEVER, the PAP seems to be heading down the path which may lead to a police state. For most of its life, the PAP has known better than its people, in that sense. It has made some wise but unpopular decisions in the past, like implementing national service(very unpopular, but rather necessary considering how small we are), seperating from Malaysia, implementing extremely strict laws on racial harmony etc. And in the end the government DOES need to do what's right for the people, not what they people like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like lately, they think they can do what they want when they want. Public opinion be damned. Seems like a contradiction with what i said above, that the government needs to do what's good for the country, not what the people like. But if you do it often enough, and you ignore the people's opinions long enough, the PAP may very end up one day(if they haven't already) doing what they 'deem' to be the best thing for the people. When in reality its merely an illusion. To use a very strong example, Hitler probably thought he was doing what he deemed best for Germany, and Germany economy DID grow during his reign(before the war).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the oft-quoted cliche is true. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. And the PAP is walking down that dangerous line towards absolute power. Will it reach there one day? I don't know, really. I sure hope not. Alot of the time as 'the little man' we think we have no power. Especially since the gah-men is gonna do what they want ANYWAY. but i don't believe that's true. Another oft-repeated quote is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing&lt;br /&gt;-Edmund Burke, British Statesman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little man, we may not have political powers. We may not have the influence. But we are the people, of which the gah-men rules. And before the gah-men does actually reach the stage where we're a police state, the people need to make their views known. The people being you and me, and hopefully, the gah-men's conscience will be pricked, and do what's really best for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, hopefully the PAP will wake up their idea! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... and thus ends my long political rant. Majulah Singapura!!!!! XDXDXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-117671287128605457?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/117671287128605457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=117671287128605457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/117671287128605457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/117671287128605457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-his-chee-ky-plan-all-along.html' title='Its His Chee-ky Plan All Along!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-117567755372109531</id><published>2007-04-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:05:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Template for All Korean Dramas</title><content type='html'>I am a BIG fan of korean dramas. The girls are cute, the story is great, the endings are always sweet. Well, most of them. There are those few that trick me into believing there's a happy ending, and then the girl dies from some terminal disease. Those stupid dramas make me want to break the disk, stomp it into dust then give it to my hamster to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I figured by now, that korean dramas, as much as I love them, seem to all follow a certain formula. Its somehow as if when its time to write the script for a new drama, they wear special suits and enter a high security room which holds the secret to making a successful drama. The writers then dust off the book, and read its wonderful template to making a good drama. I think I've figured out that template, which will sumarise 99.9% of korean dramas. If a korean drama you watched doesn't fit into this template, then well, its in that 0.01%. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Korean Drama Template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets start off with.. characterisation. Or however you spell it. In your standard korean drama, there are always four characters :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Leading Man : The Leading Man is usually rich. More often than not he has a high status, high qualifications, and smart. He usually starts off as an idiot. He is rude to the Leading Lady, unkind, and hates her from the start. But pretty soon he learns to see the Leading Lady's good points, and starts to like her. But he is often embarassed about it, and will never admit to liking her until the last few episodes. However, during this process he will like another girl, whom I shall call Resident Bitch. He will like her from the start of the drama, and will keep going back to her whenever she calls. He is still emotionally attached to her, and will break the Leading Lady's heart a few times because of her. As the drama unfolds, he starts to become a nicer person, due to the Leading Lady's influence, and ends off the drama a wonderful man, who finally lets go of the Resident Bitch's heart and gives it wholly to the Leading Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Leading Lady : The Leading Lady is usually poorer and of lower status than the Leading Man. This is because everyone loves a rags to riches story, where a power man likes a girl who's deemed 'lower class' than him. She is a sweet, cheerful, wonderful girl who falls for the Leading Man early in the drama. However, her heart is consistently broken by the Leading Man, who, despite her obvious good points over the Resident Bitch, will keep going back to the Resident Bitch because he still likes the Resident Bitch. Throughout all this there is the Nice Guy who Finishes Last. The Nice Guy who Finishes Last will like the Leading Lady from the beginning of the drama, and the Leading Lady will often lead him on by giving him the wrong signals and turning to him for advice and support whenever the Leading Man hurts her emotionally. But at the end of the drama, the Leading Lady will always go back to the Leading Man, when he realises how stupid he has been and changes for the better, leaving The Nice Guy who Finishes Last, well... finishing last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Resident Bitch : Her sole role in a korean drama is to make EVERYONE hate her. She will be 'nice' to the Leading Man, but bitchy, mean and horrible to the Leading Lady, who more often than not takes her nonsense. She is whiny, needy and has the Leading Man around her little finger. She usually starts off the drama rejecting the Leading Man's love for her, but once the Leading Lady enters the picture, realises what she let go off and tries her darnest to get him back, stomping on the Leading Lady in the process. She usually ends up with nobody.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nice Guy who Finishes Last : The Nice Guy who Finishes Last is a staple in most dramas. He is named so because he always finishes last. He often starts off the drama liking the Leading Lady for who she is, but she doesn't like him cos she's in love with the Leading Man. He will then go on to be extremely nice to the Leading Lady, giving her gifts, and support when she comes running to him heartbroken because the Leading Man hurt her yet again. However, no matter how nice The Nice Guy who Finishes Last is to the Leading Lady, and no matter how horrible the Leading Man is to the Leading Lady, or how many times the Leading Man hurts the Leading Lady, she will never, ever return his love. He usually ends up alone, because, he is, The Nice guy who Finishes Last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In Korean Dramas there is also always something I call 'Korean Timing'. This Korean Timing only ever occurs in Korean dramas. Some exampls are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the Leading Man is with the Resident Bitch, the Leading Lady is almost ALWAYS nearby to see them kiss/hold hands/talk etc, leading her to feel very bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If The Nice Guy who Finishes Last is doing something nice for the Leading Lady, the Leading Man is always there to see The Nice Guy who Finishes Last try to kiss the Leading Lady, or give her a gift, or hold her hand or something. This will lead him to being angry and doing something stupid, like not give the Leading Lady a gift he bought for her, thus making the Leading Lady feel like the Leading Man does not love her, when in fact he does and is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the Leading Man asks the Leading Lady if its ok for him to go out with the Resident Bitch, she will always say yes and feel horrible about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the Leading Man and Leading Lady is about to have a nice, romantic moment, or kiss, or do something of that nature, the Resident Bitch will usually pop up and spoil the moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the Leading Man is trying to say something about the Leading Lady to a friend, or the Resident Bitch, the Leading Lady willl be there to evesdrop, and always leaves just when the Leading Man is about to confess that he loves the Leading Lady, and the Leading Lady will leave thinking he doesn't love her and still loves the Resident Bitch. Cue crying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Leading Man and Leading Lady will always somehow be locked in a room or stuck in a tent with each other for a night, usually unwillingly. Nothing will happen, but it is an opportunity for sweet scenes of longing looks when the other party is asleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Of course, Life RARELY works out the way korean dramas do. So I do think we have a few lessons to learn from Korean Dramas :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls, just because you are nice and sweet to your man doesn't mean he will change from being a horrible guy to a wonderfully, sweet man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys, be nice to your girls and tell them you love them if you love them. Or they'll think you don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls, if you're not comfortable with your man going out with someone, TELL HIM. Or he WILL go out with that someone no matter how many hints you drop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys, LISTEN to your girl when she's trying to tell you something. And REALLY listen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Guys and Girls, sometimes he or she JUST ISN'T THE ONE. If you continue to like him/her, you will end up heartbroken. Sometimes, they just aren't that into you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes my commentory on Korean Dramas. I will love them forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-117567755372109531?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/117567755372109531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=117567755372109531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/117567755372109531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/117567755372109531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2007/04/template-for-all-korean-dramas.html' title='Template for All Korean Dramas'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-115997569703448676</id><published>2006-10-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:28:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Thingie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haven't updated my blog in years... been to bloody lazy, but one of my best friends asked me to do so i'll do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Full name: Choo Shi En Christon&lt;br /&gt;2. Name backwards: Ontsirhc Ne Ihs Oohc&lt;span style="width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meaning of the name: Supposed to mean 'A Gift' or 'A Blessing' or something like that(chinese name, english name got no freaking idea)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nickname: Chrissyton, Da Tou, Veggie Ballz, Ah Choo(like a sneeze)&lt;br /&gt;5. Screen name: I did NOT say that!&lt;br /&gt;6. D.O.B: 2nd October 1984&lt;br /&gt;7. Place of birth: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;8. Nationality: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;9. Current location: Study Room(also where i sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Star sign: Uh... no idea actually, whatever star sign early october is&lt;br /&gt;11. Religion: Christian&lt;br /&gt;12. Height: 168(i can't even break 170!!!! *sob*)&lt;br /&gt;13. Weight: 65(i put on weight!!!!*cries*)&lt;br /&gt;14. Shoe size: 9&lt;br /&gt;15. Hair colour: black&lt;br /&gt;16. Eye colour: black&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you think u look like: I don't think i really look like anyone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Innie or outtie: Innie&lt;br /&gt;19. Lefty of righty: Right hand&lt;br /&gt;20. Gay,straight,bi or others: Straight! Straight guys like romantic movies and novels too ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Best friends: Brian, Edwin, JD, Lionel&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends u trust most: See Above!&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite pals: See Above Above!&lt;br /&gt;24. Best friend of opposite sex: No one really right now...&lt;br /&gt;25. Best buddies: See Above Above Above Above!&lt;br /&gt;26. Boyfriend of galfriend: One day, Someday, Soon&lt;br /&gt;27. Crush: One day, Someday, Soon&lt;br /&gt;28. Parents: Raised me the best they could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Worst enemy: Evil Encik from NS days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite online guy: None, really&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online gal: Faith, may we share youtube videos forever!&lt;br /&gt;32. Craziest fren: See Above Above Above Above Above Above Above Above Above Above Aboev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Advice fren: Faith&lt;br /&gt;34. Loudest friend: Tricia(the screams! the screams!WEI!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;35. Person u cry with: I cryeth not.. i blame my frozen emotions&lt;br /&gt;36. Any sisters: 1 related by blood, plus 1 mandy&lt;br /&gt;37. Any brothers: 1 related by blood, plus 4 guys see 21&lt;br /&gt;38. Any pets: Countless fish, hamsters and mice, all of which are now dead&lt;br /&gt;39. Any disease: i have/had brochitis. i think that's how you spell it. i think its cured now. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Pager: Not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;41. Personal phone line: I'm not that poor. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;42. Phone: Motorola. I hate it. I swear motorola's out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;43. Lava lamp: Nope... waste of money. I'd buy one if they really put lava inside, though.&lt;br /&gt;44. Pool or hot tub: Pool. My sensitive skin cannot take hot water. It burns... IT BURNS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;45. A car: Family has a van. Knocked up one at that. But i can't drive it yet.(stupid kerb. why i strike you during driving test?)&lt;br /&gt;46. Your personality: Crazy at times, quiet at times. Super messy, careth little for material posessions(which means i don't really take care of them properly, sadly). Rarely will i open up, but to a select few who have gained my trust&lt;br /&gt;47. Driving: do driving lessons once a week count?&lt;br /&gt;48. Room: Messy. Just spent an hour cleaning it. But still messy. Will be messier still tomorrow. Will look like hurricane katrina went through it a week later.&lt;br /&gt;49. What's missing: A wife.&lt;br /&gt;50. School: Soon to take a part time course in counseling&lt;br /&gt;51. Bed: Simple, no blankets, no covers, just mattress&lt;br /&gt;52. Relationship wif parents: Much, much better than the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. Believe in urself: Try to. Succeeding way more often now than in the past&lt;br /&gt;54. Believe in love at first sight: I belive it when it happens in movies!&lt;br /&gt;55. Good listener: Try to be. Some people say i am, some people say i suck. Who do i believe...&lt;br /&gt;56. Get along well wif parents: Yup!&lt;br /&gt;57. Save email conversations: Nope... i'm a regular deleter of emails! Even with gmail i feel the need to delete mails... my inbox must not go beyond 5 pages...&lt;br /&gt;58. Pray: Yes. Often on boring bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;59. Believe in reincarnation: You can't kill a Hindu, but you can kill a Christian! Heaven sure beats comming back as a dung beetle!&lt;br /&gt;60. Make fun of ppl: Try not to... but still do. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Like to talk on the phone: Rarely, very very rarely&lt;br /&gt;62. Want to get married: One day, some day, soon&lt;br /&gt;63. Like to drive: Learning to like it, but still don't really. May change mind if driving manual.&lt;br /&gt;64. Motion sickness: NEVER MAN NEVER!!!! Reading on shaking non-aircon SBS buses when 6 has made me immune!&lt;br /&gt;65. Eat stem of broccoli: Eat brocolli? Who in their right mind eats brocolli?&lt;br /&gt;66. Eat chicken wif fork: Sorry, but i'm vegetarian here....&lt;br /&gt;67. Dream in colour: You mean people dream in black and white? Get with the times people! I dream in High Definition Colour now!&lt;br /&gt;68. Type wif ur fingers on home role: No, i type with my nose under school pole&lt;br /&gt;69. Sleep wif stuff animals: No. I refuse to sleep with something that used to be alive. A stuffed turkey i may consider if its fresh from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Next to you: All together now... RICOLA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;71. On the walls of your room: Baby pictures of me! And a Clay Aiken poster. I'm straight, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;72. On your mousepad: Biocompatibles Drug Delivery. Don't ask me why. I don't sell drugs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For less than US$10,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Dream car: I've always wanted a Rover. I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Dream date: Dream date? Considering i'm so sad i've never even BEEN on a date before(so loser... *cries*) Man, i DREAM of dates! Any date!&lt;br /&gt;75. Dream honeymoon spot: Umm... i've never been out of southeast asia. Maybe a place with snow? Or something? I WANT A WIFE!!!! WAAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream husband n wife: Has to be female. Definitely. No compromise on that one&lt;br /&gt;77. Bedtime: Whenever, wherever =)&lt;br /&gt;78. Under ur bed: Dust. Pencles, pens, paper, probably some monster for all i know never really cleaned under it.&lt;br /&gt;79. Single most important question: When will i get me a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;80. Bad time of the day: After 11pm. I shut down. First i'd go crazy and expand all my energy talking nonsense and making weird noises. Then i more quiet than a man who's just been hit in the balls(guys don't really say anything when they get hit in the balls.. they just clutch it and kneel down).&lt;br /&gt;81. Your worst fear: Bees. Wasps. And velociraptors. They got claws man! And they like jump onto you and rip your guts out! I get nightmares of these creatures!&lt;br /&gt;82. The weather is: Clear&lt;br /&gt;83. Time: 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;84. Date: 4th October&lt;br /&gt;85.Best trick did on someone: Deh, for the death of me i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;86. Theme song: All By Myself by Celine Dion(or was it whitney houseten? Or was it mariah carey? well, one of them)&lt;br /&gt;87. Hardest thing abt growing up: Having an ultra-conservative, over-protective mom&lt;br /&gt;88. Funniest experience: This is recent. Some friends of mine forcibly removed my underwear while i was still wearing it with a pair  of scissors for my birthday. Wasn't funny to me, but everyone else thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;89. Scariest experience: Parents threatening to divorce while yelling at each other&lt;br /&gt;90. Silliest thing u have ever said: When a strange got tickets to the singapore idol finale and shreiked, i shriekd with her. And i haven't met her in my life. Everyone looked at me funny.&lt;br /&gt;91. Most desperate and funniest thing u have ever done to an opposite sex: I got no balls to do ANYTHING to a member of the opposite sex. Probably explains why i'm still single.&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest thing when you are with your friends: One of them dying?&lt;br /&gt;93. Worst feeling: When i'm sick with fever. Man i feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: Friends who care. Brudders who'll always be there for you. A cell that appreciates you. A friend who's stood by you for 8 years, though good times and shitty times, and who you know will be there for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-115997569703448676?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/115997569703448676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=115997569703448676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/115997569703448676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/115997569703448676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2006/10/questions-thingie.html' title='Questions Thingie'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-114148281255566487</id><published>2006-03-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:33:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCraze</title><content type='html'>Lately, as we all know, there's been quite a craze with the i's. It all started with the iMac. If there was something before the iMac, well it didn't start the craze because i don't remember it. Then it carried it on with the hugely successful iPod and iPod Mini(which i would probably break 5 seconds after buying when it slips out of my hands while i fumble for my wallet to get on the bus) So there's the iGallop, which is possibly the stupidest exercise machine(FIRMER THIGHS! SHAPELIER BUTT! STUPIDER LOOK! SLUTIER IMAGE!) ever invented in the history of mankind. Though once my friend saw some secondary schoolgirls in their uniforms riding it(that itself just sounds wrong) and possibly gave him something to dream about for the next month. There's iMode, some stupid commercial that plays before movies in the cinemas that i can't even remember which phone company its for because i hate it so much. i swear, if i hear I Like, iMode one more time i will scream, take off my pants and pee on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many more iSomethings that are in the market, and many more to come. In fact, here's my predictions for the next big iSomething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New from Hugo Boss : the iSmell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special new scent that does more than just make you smell good! It makes you smell! Does your girlfriend or wife love the sweaty, sour masculine smell after a few hours at the gym? Or that satisfying run? Or that 5 min walk under the sun? Fear no more! iSmell recreates the wonderfully pungent odour of sweat, dirt and grime, all for jsut $199!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New from National : the iSuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacuum cleaner sucks more than any other brand in the market! In fact, it sucks so bad, we don't even know why its on the market! Never has there been a worse vacuum cleaner. It is noiser than my Plantoon Seargeant, and has less power than an opposition candidate running for the elections! In fact, the iSuck is rumored to be the reason why no one ever remembers that National even made vacuum cleaners. Sold for just $0.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New from the old uncle who sells coffins along Potong Pasir : the iDie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy with the the coffins you've seen? Here comes the new iDie! Few things have been heard about it, but last heard when i tried asked about his new product, he just kept screaming "die lah! iDie lah!" while listening to the radio on the latest 4D numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New from OSIM : the iCrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new revolutionary toilet bowl that massages your thighs and butt while you shit! Taking a crap will never be the same again. Features include a special antibacterial spray that washes your anus after you're done. Comes with optional tampon remover for girls, and special penis holder for guys. You will never need to hold your equipment when peeing again! All for just $1488!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New from the Jack Neo Education Series : the iNotStupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the iNotStupid, rated as the next big thing to the Ten Years Series, here comes the iNotStupid Twenty Years Series! Yes, for the price of your normal Ten Years Seires, you get DOUBLE value! Be smarter than your friend, who's only done a measly ten years of 'O' level papers, do iNotStupid Twenty Years Series!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-114148281255566487?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/114148281255566487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=114148281255566487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/114148281255566487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/114148281255566487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2006/03/icraze.html' title='iCraze'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-113947406411384564</id><published>2006-02-09T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:34:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible IT</title><content type='html'>Good bible jokes are very rare... they're either sacrelegous(how do you spell that again?) or totally boring. But my &lt;a href="http://faithtoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; found one hilarious one, and its an IT joke too! Considering i studied it in my polytechnic course, i totally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverendfun.com/?date=20040709"&gt;http://www.reverendfun.com/?date=20040709&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only... if only that could help me debug my codes. Imagine the Programmer's Prayer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father who codes in Heaven, Hallowed be thy mainframe&lt;br /&gt;Thy deadline comes, thy codes be done&lt;br /&gt;On the the MAC is it is in the PC&lt;br /&gt;And give us this day our disk overhead&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us from erroneous data retrieval&lt;br /&gt;For thine is the Pingdom, and the power source, and internet browser&lt;br /&gt;4ev@ and 3v3r,&lt;br /&gt;@m3|\|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i did take the above picture and made a few... what shall i call it... minor modifications. Bring it a little closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/new.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/new.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-113947406411384564?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/113947406411384564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=113947406411384564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113947406411384564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113947406411384564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2006/02/bible-it.html' title='Bible IT'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-113914643266964953</id><published>2006-02-05T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:44:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet's Back!</title><content type='html'>Backstreet's Back! They really are. Though i think they're ought to be more concerned about breaking their own backs while doing those fancy dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the other day(really long time back actually) my friend &lt;a href="http://celticbiohazard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; and i got free tickets to go to the backstreet boys concert. Yup, yup... that's right, free tickets! And they were close to the stage, too! Them backstreet boys(backstreet old men if you ask me) were barely 5 metres away from us at times. But how, and why did we get those tickets in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, many many months ago, one of my most valued friends had a birthday bash. &lt;a href="http://faithtoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; was turning the big THREE-OH, and so did a huge costume birthday party, in which &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/faithtoh/sets/834419/"&gt;many photos were taken&lt;/a&gt;. Click and take a look at the best birthday party i've ever attended. But hey, i'm getting off track here. See, for her birthday present, we decided to create for her a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/w/Liquid-Chocolate-Cake?v=N2hwwsvxi6I&amp;search=liquid%20chocolate%20cake"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt;, where the bunch of us dressed up and sang a song we wrote specially for her. Of course, we did have a little fun while we were at it, and took plenty of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/faithtoh/sets/839626/"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a while back, MTV Asia had a competition for the best Backstreet Boys Lookalike photo, the prize of which was Two Tickets plus special passes to a 'Meet and Greet' session! One of my good friends decided to submit our photos in, and to my amazement, we actually WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/21/38069538_17b0670855.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/21/38069538_17b0670855.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad a picture, if i say so myself! But good enough to win the competition? I seriously doubt it. Either we really ARE that hot, or MTV Asia is really that blind, or they had that few entries to make ours the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that was how we got our two tickets. Or was it two tickets? MTV Asia calls my friend back and tells him that we have won two tickets. Which was great, considering that most of my friends who took the photos don't even LIKE the backstreet boys to begin with. Some people, if given a free backstreet boys concert pass, would rather shred the thing than sell it. Stupid people. Anyway, i actually like backstreet boys music. Don't ask me why. I'm straight, but i like strange music and strange movies(like chick flicks) which guys aren't supposed to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after some consideration, it was decided that my ticket would be given up to an actualy backstreet boys fan, a female friend of ours, who actually followed them around since primary school. Which is a long, long time ago. Ah... so i won't get to see the concert after all. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. See, MTV Asia, being MTV Asia, screwed up on the whole ticket thing. Telling us we had two tickets, when actually it was two tickets for the 'Meet and Greet', but FOUR tickets to the actualy concert itself. After finding that out, Brian calls me up(after the crappy 'Meet and Greet', where MTV Asia actually said that pictures could be taken and autographs signed. Bloody liars.) and tells me that there are more tickets! WOOOHHOOO!!! Which means i get to go after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i make my way down, and wait until about 8:30 for the concert to start. All good. I bought a big gulp(small) for $3. I've never drank ice lemon tea any slower than i did that day. Every sip was worth 30 cents man. Strangely enough tasted the same as any other ice lemon tea. Stupid 7-11. I thought the big gulp was the same price, even if it WAS inside the indoor stadium. Cheat my money. No, i wasn't being naive and stupid to believe that i could have bought it for a normal price inside the indoor stadium. SHUT UP!!! I'M NOT STUPID!!! I'M SMART!!! I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!!! LA LA LA LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down, and the concert starts off with a bang. The backstreet old men came out, and started stamping their feet to their hit song The Call, and the whole stadium erupted in screams. Whoever said that the backstreet old men were dead and buried certainly has not been to one of their concerts. The place was packed with screaming girls(and the occational bored boyfriend, who would probably prefer getting his eyes pecked by crows than listen to the crap his girlfriend dragged him along for), all jumping up and down and singing along. The whole indoor stadium was PACKED. It was pratically full to the brim. And the girls were excited. Maybe crazy would be a better word. Scrambling to the front, they screamed their lungs out. My ears actually hurt. I thought i was in a torture chamber of some medieval castle or something. Crazy women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did enjoy the concert, regardless. At the end of the day, i do like their music(I'm straight! I'm straight, I swear!), and i sang along to many of their songs. Sitting down on the stage was a fat black man, which i'm told is the bouncer to grab any over-enthusiastic fan should she(or a gay he) climb onto the stage. He looked bored to death(i actually thought he died, considering that he hadn't moved for more than 15 min), probably waiting for it to be over. But then again, i can think of worse jobs than sitting down waiting to grab and physically restrain the next crazy female fan who jumps onto the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some interesting points of the concert. One was where one of the backstreet old men(i think it was Howie. could be wrong.) jumped down from the stage, and was apprehended by the staff, telling him to get back up the stage. Howie wagged his finger at the guy(i would think he'd rather give him the finger) and got back up. Another time, Brian jumped off the stage far right and actually succeeded in running up the steps to a bunch of screaming girls who were stampeding towards him and touch his hand. The staff only managed to stop him after say ten seconds, but by then the damage was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My female friend, &lt;a href="http://blurtruddy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Truddy&lt;/a&gt;, was definitely enjoying the concert more than me. She was screaming at the front of the backstreet old men, jumping up and down like a rabbit who drank a carton of red bull, and signing along. However, the most fun Brian and i had was not in singing the songs, or watching them dance. It was in noticing how much the backstreet old men have aged, and making fun of them. Them old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For comparison's sake, let us compare one of their first albums, with their latest album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/backstreetboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/backstreetboys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/nevergone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/nevergone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;All right, lets take a close look at them more than ten years ago and now. First good thing we see is that their hair is much, much better. I'm glad Kevin(the tall guy with the weird facial hair) shaved his head... and Nick got rid of his horrible hair. At first glance, they actually look better than they did many years ago. But we need to take a closer look to see for sure, because as we know, we can never trust album covers. Stupid photoshop editing changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first thing Brian and i noticed was Nick Carter. When he came out and started to dance, we realised two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One : Nick Carter is very action. There is no one more action and more extra than Nick Carter. When every other backstreet old man is dancing in sync, the extra one is doing something stupid like raising his hand, trying to action with the band... He even tried to play the guitar, acting like he's very good, rolling on the floor and stuff. But in reality, he didn't play anything special, just the rhythm guitar. He acted like he was the lead guitarist. In NS, Nick Carter would be the bunk outcast. But here, the girls scream all the louder for him. I found it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two : Nick Carter is FAT. He has a POT BELLY. He has a HUGE BUTT. Everytime he started to do something extra, Brian and I would scream out BOTAK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna compare and contrast? Here are two photos for you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/thin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/veryfat.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/veryfat.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Wahahahaha.... God bless the guy who took that photo of Nick Carter. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we noticed is that another backstreet boy, AJ, is losing his hair. He is BALDING. He is BOTAK. Notice how in the cover he is the ONLY backstreet old man wearing a cap in the never gone picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/nevergone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/nevergone2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Its beacuse he has too little hair. I saw it at the concert. It was HILARIOUS. We'd scream BOTAK everytime he sang. To really see his receding hairline, let me give you another recent picture of him, this time WITHOUT a hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/1600/concert.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/211/320/concert.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie, as we noticed, is also super short. I thought the backstreet boys would be more imposing, you know? But Howie was so short, at times he had to stretch his neck to reach the mic stand!!! He was TOO SHORT for the MICROPHONE STAND!!! WAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, all in all, i'd say the backstreet boys have not lost their touch. They sang well, much better than they have in years. They danced well, and were good performers. I had a good time. That free ticket brought me much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if their arthritis is acting up, though, after doing so much dancing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-113914643266964953?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/113914643266964953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=113914643266964953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113914643266964953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113914643266964953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2006/02/backstreets-back.html' title='Backstreet&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-113401454789434844</id><published>2005-12-08T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:02:27.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm That Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So yesterday, while i was on standby at my firepost, i was flipping through the newspapers. While reading the Straits times, the section Digital Life drops out. Ah, digital life. I've never been an IT fan, honestly. I studied IT in poly, yes. I did pretty well, if i say so myself. But i've never been interested in the hardware, in the specs, in anything basically. I could program pretty well, but other than that, my IT skills are close to ziltch. I flip to the back page, and start reading from there. I always do that. With LIFE section, the entertainment bits at the back are the most interesting. With the Newpaer, its always soccer first, then entertainment. With Digital Life, its straight to the games section. Serious Sam. Bad review, probably for a bad game. Ah, well. I was hoping for something newer. Quick skim through the rest of digital. Pause for a moment at the blogging section, to see if there's anyone i know there. Lets see... kababoom... wait a minute...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;THAT'S MY BLOG!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I gave a shriek, causing all my firefighter friends to turn and stare at me. I start rambling on about how my blog actually was featured in the newspaper. Goodness me! I was in SHOCK! I mean, never in a thousand years would i ever suspect that MY blog would be featured in the newspaper! One of my friend's blog has been too, but hey, her blog is frequented by quite a few people. Me? i've done next to nothing on this space!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I guess i wouldn't consider myself a serious blogger. Other people have many reasons why they blog. An ego boost, for some, if they get many hits. I never cared. There was a time when i updated practically everyday, some days more than once. But that was then. After a while, my blog more or less died because of my extreme laziness. I'm not a frequent updater, as everyone can see. I blog purely for fun, when i find it enjoyable to publish something. I know i have few readers... for how many people frequent a blog that updates, if lucky, once a month? Neither do i do what i call blogwhoring, where people hop over to someone else's blog, and leave a comment saying its a nice blog, come and see mine. I don't. Because i'm plain too lazy. If i have nothing to say, i won't say anything. No sense slamming stuff for nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;But strangely enough, even with my super infrequent updates, i've been tomorrowed twice, and now even featured in the newspaper. I don't think i deserve it, honestly. There are tons of people out there who update so much more frequently, and post such good stuff, that deserve to get featured more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So either,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : I am that lucky to get tomorrowed and featured in the papers,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;or&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;B : I am that good a blogger that i don't need to write much to get featured.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think i'll go with B =P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-113401454789434844?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/113401454789434844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=113401454789434844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113401454789434844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113401454789434844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-that-good.html' title='I&apos;m That Good!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-113198245802776503</id><published>2005-11-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:34:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       or discipline me in your wrath. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint;&lt;br /&gt;       O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul is in anguish.&lt;br /&gt;       How long, O LORD, how long?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn, O LORD, and deliver me;&lt;br /&gt;       save me because of your unfailing love. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one remembers you when he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;       Who praises you from the grav?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am worn out from groaning;&lt;br /&gt;       all night long I flood my bed with weeping&lt;br /&gt;       and drench my couch with tears. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes grow weak with sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;       they fail because of all my foes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from me, all you who do evil,&lt;br /&gt;       for the LORD has heard my weeping. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The LORD has heard my cry for mercy;&lt;br /&gt;       the LORD accepts my prayer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed;&lt;br /&gt;       they will turn back in sudden disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Psalm 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-113198245802776503?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/113198245802776503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=113198245802776503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113198245802776503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113198245802776503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-lord-do-not-rebuke-me-in-your-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-113163388429034688</id><published>2005-11-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:50:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline? Man i need one!</title><content type='html'>I am currently a fireman working for SCDF. I am proud to be a fireman. I am proud to be in a job where i am saving lives and property for a safe and secure Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for many months, ever since i heard that they were going to do a show on the Home Team. I was excited. Very excited to see the show. I have never been more eager to watch a locally produced show in my life. I waited and waited. And finally, the premiere began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With baited breath, i turned on the television and sat down, eager to see the great show that has been made from what i do day in day out, risking my life to save others. (some might say i hardly risked by life so far, but hey, if the opportunity comes, i know i will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show begins. Ah yes... what i've been waiting so long for. The opening scene. An RTA, or road traffic accident. A truck crashes into two cars, trapping a woman. The fuel leaks all over the road. What a premise for the first turnout! I have turned out for RTAs many times, and saw with glee as they took out the hydraulic cutter to remove the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... did the Officer Commanding(Gurmit Singh) just turn out in the fire engine? OCs don't turn out in the fire engine! They have their own car! Its called an Inspection Vehicle. Its a car with beacon lights. And they don't standby in station 24 hours. They go HOME after office hours, and respond from there if there's a call. Anyway, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. Get the poor girl out. Some man's smoking nearby, even with fuel all over the place. Strange, but hey, people do strange things. He drops his cigarette after being spotted, and the fire starts, spreading rapidly. The girl is dragged out, and the thing explodes. Its a bit drama for my taste. Ah, well. It is a dramatization, so no biggie. Make it as drama mama as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the episode had ended there, it would have been cool. Go on to the next call. But NOOOOO. They can't do that, can they? They can't keep it nice and simple. What usually happens after a fire call? We pack up our stuff fast as possible, and get the hell outta there before the press arrives and public starts to gather. We all know no one loves a good show like Singaporeans. And we don't want to be the ones to give them that show. Because honestly, for all the good we do, we just need the public to catch one thing we do that they don't agree with, they complain to the newspaper and the shit hits the fan at speed 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for some reason, a paramedic decides this is the time to pick a fight with her OC. Her Officer Commanding. The BIGGEST fish in the station. Oh... apparently they're getting married. Woah, man! A slap to the face! She gives him a tight slap to the face! In UNIFORM! In FRONT OF HIS MEN! In FREAKING PUBLIC! Now, i know the lovers have their spats. Maybe she wasn't happy with him risking his life and all that. So what. I saw that in Ladder 49(which i totally loved). But the difference is that SHE IS IN UNIFORM! HE IS IN UNIFORM! They are in the fire ground(what we call the place we turn out to)! Their priority should be to rescue and save lives! You don't disrespect your commanding officer in frnot of his men! How are his men going to respect him? If that happened in any station, the paramedic would be in for a huge disciplinary action. Maybe even fired for insubbordination. You simply do NOT slap your commanding officer! Not in uniform! She slaps him in public, he talks to her privately and tells her not do it. No action taken. I can't believe the OC did nothing. Its just... wrong. His men will lose all respect for him! They can do whatever they want after this! Whateer it is, this is still a uniform organisation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, a PMT(Paramedic Trainee, they are attached to the ambulances for months to gain experience before they become paramedics) needs help. Oh my goodness! He's panicking! He needs guidance. Man! She brushes him off! Apparently scolding with your OC/boyfriend for doing his job is more important than helping your poor PMT to do his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... its over. Now for talk, talk, talk. I never knew that the ambulance crew visited their casualties. The ambulances in my station turn out for more than 5 calls during some duties. Maybe they spend all their off days visiting their casualties. But you have to admit its kind of unlikely. People die everyday. If you're a paramedic, you can't afford to be attached to any case regardless of how bad it is. Ah, well. Mediacorp thinks differently, can't do anything about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to notice other things. Like did you know that in a firestation, the personnel are 70-80% malay? I could be wrong, but i didn't really notice malay personnel. The show is dominated by eurasian and chinese people! Oh, and one indian. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the PMT is haunted by what happened, his lack of ability to save his casualty, and he's going crazy. Hmm... he asks his paramedic for help, but she's too busy being jealous with her OC talking to his ex to give him his full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... talk, talk, talk, flashback flashback. Starting to get bored already. Oh, the casualty from the previous case is struggling without her missing leg out of bed and up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A SUICIDE! The next episode is going to have a suicide! I WANNA WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the most accurate part of the show is when the firemen are checking their appliances. I do that every morning of my duty. Its very accurate. I think i was observing them checking their appliances in the background as compared to listening to some paramedic talk to the indian section commander. Its very accurate. I have to count the hoses in that locker of the fire engine too. Very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the show is one of the worst and most inaccurate things to come out of mediacorp. Honestly. If not the worst. But i'm excited. I'm still going to watch it. Next week, its time for the SUICIDE! Bring out the Life Pack(air bag)! Call down the DART personnel! Time to rescue the suicidal girl! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-113163388429034688?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/113163388429034688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=113163388429034688' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113163388429034688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/113163388429034688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/11/lifeline-man-i-need-one.html' title='Lifeline? Man i need one!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-112982168443900994</id><published>2005-10-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:21:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stand These Ads...</title><content type='html'>I understand that ads usually exaggerate their product. They do illogical things to emphasize what their product can do. I get it. Seriously. But some ads i just look at and go... huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there is an ad for extrim fit. Its a weight loss ad, and though i don't agree with some of them(seriously... making a stick-thin Fann Wong into a wire-thin Fann Wong? Who ever thought of that idea?) i have nothing against them. Except the ad for extrim fit. See, extrim fit has exhausted their models and are now looking for new ones. They are advertising for people who have lost weight to send them their before and after photos, and they may hire them for their next ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if YOU have lost weight BY YOURSELF over the past few months(*cough*faith*cough*), then send your before and after pics to Extrim Fit so they can use you in their advertisements and claim credit for the weight YOU painfully lost! Of course you get some money and fame lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am i missing the boat here when i expect a weight loss product i buy to actually cause the model to LOSE some weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ad that caught my eye was the one where there's this family who is trying to get a little kid to eat his food, to very little success. He's hiding under the table, running away and getting into all sorts of mischief. I start to wonder what ad its for, then they start to talk about the getting this MILK formula to give the kid all the nutrition he needs! You know what? i have a cheaper way! Instead of paying so much money for an expensive milk formula, do it the old fasioned way! It doesn't cost you a cent! This is how my mom used to do it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christon's Mom : Ah boy, come and eat your dinner and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Christon : I don't want! I don't want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Christon's Mom goes off and grabs the nearest hard object which happens to be a long wooden spoon and knocks Little Christon on the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christon's Mom : Ah Boy, now do you want to eat your dinner and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Little Christon hurriedly stuffs his mouth with his dinner and vegetables*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i get all the nutrition i need! And my mother doesn't even need to spend a cent! How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-112982168443900994?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/112982168443900994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=112982168443900994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112982168443900994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112982168443900994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-stand-these-ads.html' title='Can&apos;t Stand These Ads...'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-112964137735178936</id><published>2005-10-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:16:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond, James Safe Sex Bond</title><content type='html'>Just read in the TODAY newspaper that apparently people are &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/78796.asp"&gt;unhappy with James Bond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he doesn't have safe sex. Only a quater of his movies do not have sex, smoking or drugs. And none of his sex scenes hint of using a condom except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... James Bond using a condom. Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond and a beautiful blonde are in a room. Bond lights some candles, turns on some music and starts to seduce the blonde. She tips her head in pleasure, and Bond starts to kiss her neck. She starts to unbutton his shirt, while he unzips her dress. Panting, they fall onto the bed in their underwear. She unclapses her bra, and bond lies on top of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak... forgot to bring condom lah. Wait ah, i go 7-11 buy." Bond whispers in her ear. He looks at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smoking harms your family. Don't do drugs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-112964137735178936?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/112964137735178936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=112964137735178936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112964137735178936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112964137735178936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/10/bond-james-safe-sex-bond.html' title='Bond, James Safe Sex Bond'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-112798592577486895</id><published>2005-09-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:25:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like You Were Dying</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, during my 24hr duty, i got an SMS for a polytechnic classmate. Something that gave me the shock of my life. One of my friends from poly just got declared brain dead. After getting brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got that sms, i was just in shock. I sat there, and starred at the wall.  My friend. My 21 year old friend. The guy who sat next to be in class. The guy i skipped lectures with. The guy who copied my homework and my programs. The guy who had a taekwandoe blackbelt. The guy who was super fit. The guy who i graduated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death. I guess i've become numb to it after so long. I open the newspapers and i see death all over the place. Thousands die in hurricane katrina. This person kills that person. People die in accidents, plane crashes etc. In my job as a firefighter, i see death alot. People dying in road accidents, suicides, disease, i've seen them all. So much so that i've been desensitized. Death is just another name, another statistic, another job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, of course, something like this happens. And what a wake up call it was. I'm still young, only 21 years old. All this time its been other people's parents, old relatives i never knew and faces in the newspaper i don't care about. This is the first time its actually a friend. And my age, too. As a young person, i have to admit sometimes i get the feeling of immortality. Its like i'm not going to die. Sure, i know i'm going to die someday, but it seems so far away i don't really care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a subject. My own mortality. Suddenly, i feel very vulnerable. If a fit guy like that can get brain cancer and die, what about me? Suddenly i am forced to think back on my life and what i'm doing. In a flash, everything seems to be clear. Its almost as if i'm 400 degrees shortsighted and i'm putting on my glasses for the first time. Things i need to do. Things i haven't been doing. Things i'm doing that are totally meaningless, yet i waste all my time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, playing that extra half an hour of warcraft doesn't seem as important as spending that little bit more time with God. Yelling at my brother doesn't cut it as much as talking to him nicely and finding out a that bit more about his life. Getting all angry with my mother when she refuses to let me do what i want is nothing compared to the hours she's slaved to raise me the way she thinks best. Complaining all day about my life in SCDF seems worthless when i'm not starving or struggling in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, spending time with the ones i love most seem to top the list. Relationships. That's what make life worth the living. Its the people around me that i love that is the most important. And spending time with them, time that seems shorter by the day. Time, the most valuable thing on earth that cannot be earned back with all the money in the universe. People, who make life worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal. I finally got a wakeup call. I finally learned how fragile life can be. And its time i learned to live like i was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He said I was in my early forties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with a lot of life before me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when a moment came that stopped me on a dime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I spent most of the next days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;looking at the x-rays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Talking bout the options &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and talking bout sweet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I asked him when it sank in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that this might really be the real end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how�s it hit you when you get that kinda news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;man what�d you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went sky diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went Rocky Mountain climbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I gave forgiveness I�d been denying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and he said someday I hope you get the chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to live like you were dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He said I was finally the husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that most the time I wasn�t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I became a friend a friend would like to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and all the sudden going fishin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wasn�t such an imposition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I went three times that year I lost my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well I finally read the good book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I took a good long hard look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at what I�d do if I could do it all again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went sky diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went Rocky Mountain climbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I gave forgiveness I�d been denying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and he said someday I hope you get the chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to live like you were dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what�d you do with it what did you do with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what did I do with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what would I do with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sky diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went Rocky Mountain climbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I watched an eagle as it was flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and he said someday I hope you get the chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to live like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&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/5628942-112798592577486895?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/112798592577486895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=112798592577486895' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112798592577486895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/112798592577486895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/09/live-like-you-were-dying.html' title='Live Like You Were Dying'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111997486299045894</id><published>2005-06-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:08:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed of Singaporeans</title><content type='html'>The problem with working shift work is that blogging news always comes late. I wanted to blog about two things that make me ashamed of some of us Singaporeans. Its old news, but considering i had a busy sunday, was on duty on monday, and super tired after duty on tuesday, its comming in late. But better late than never, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those of you who don't read the Newpaper, here are two big things that happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,90543-1119801540,00.html?"&gt;Hitler the Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sad but true. These kids actually hold Hitler up as a hero. Quotes, as you read from the article, are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The group leader, a tanned and bespectacled 15-year-old girl, said: 'We like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He led Germany and was very good, although he was evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Don't you think he's very handsome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He started World War II, but it's okay, he's still our hero,' she added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When asked if she felt embarrassed printing such a big picture of Hitler, she said: 'Not at all.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Of course he was cruel, but there was this other side of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He was very determined in fighting and invading the other countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'He was very decisive.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'It's difficult to think up cheers so I suggested Hitler because I had learnt about him in Sec 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'His name is short and therefore easy to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'It also symbolises strength and loyalty, as people were very loyal to him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One student, who's taking history as an O-level subject, said that she had raised objections over choosing Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I knew he was evil, but if the group wanted his name purely for leadership qualities, then I was okay with it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One student said: 'We substituted the group name into original cheers so before eating, we would shout things like 'Hitler Hitler is the best!'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When i read the article, i was shocked. Totally shocked. To the bone. These... kids... actually think that Hitler is an example of a good leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure he's evil, but he was a good leader, so we admire him, and think he's great" is what they seem to be saying. of Hitler. Super war criminal and murderer. Of all the people to choose... they choose Hitler. And they even can imitate the Heil Hitler salute! Have these kids no sensitivity? Do they even think properly? I admit that the man was a charismatic leader who managed to unite Germany to war against the world, to some success. But to use him as an example of leadership? Do these kids REALLY want to be like hitler? They want to focus on his leadership. A leadership of leading a country to commit super duper cruelty. Like leadership and what he did can be seperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if there were any jews nearby, they'd be beaten, and they'd deserve it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure he's evil, but he's a good leader. We admire him. Hitler Hitler he's the best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid kids... grrrr.... actually admiring Hitler... man.. ought to be smacked, the lot of them... I'm ashamed of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two of what makes me ashamed of some Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,90623-1119887940,00.html?"&gt;&lt;span class="headline style23"&gt;$40,000 FIX-UP after HIV outcry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a gay teacher in the school. So he was arrested for a sexual offence, and it came to light of his homosexuality. The school gave him a warning, after it was discovered that it was not a sexual offence, but a consensual act, and his partner only accused him after he reported his partner to the police for robbery. So he didn't even commit a sexual offence. He is NOT HIV positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i do not condone homosexual behavior, i do think its not right. I don't have a phobia of them, either. If you're gay, that's your decision. I woudn't do it, but i'm not going to condemn you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... when these... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;... discover that the man is gay, guess what they did? Yes, according to the article, they forced the school to take some drastic measures. The school fired him, yes, supossedly because he did not follow regulations, but i believe its bull. They fired him because of what the parents demanded. Some pulled their children out of the school. Others insisted on the teacher never being in the same room as their children. If that's not requesting for a firing, i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the school fired the teacher. All's fine and dandy, right? Hoo-boy. No way. Not in Singapore. The parents insisted that anything and everything that the teacher touched had to be thrown away. The walls needed to be repainted. Chairs he sat on thrown away. Toilet seats replaced. Toys dumped. Utensils, ovens, cuboards... all into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So huge renovations, costing a total of 40k, were carried out to pacify these... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does one have to say about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent, who only wanted to be known as Mrs Ong, 46, admitted she was being kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her 8-year-old son is dyslexic. She said: 'In this day and age of mutating viruses, well, I am just a mum who is concerned for my child. I am a kiasu mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes.... prevention is better than cure. These parents are only concerned for their kids. Yes, yes. Its not enough, i guess, for them. Using the same logic, if we're going to throw away the things he's touched... Burn down the whole school, i say. Burn all the teachers, including the principle. I mean... seriously, they probably even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touched &lt;/span&gt;the gay teacher! Man, what if anyone who has ever stepped into the building has AIDS because they may have been in the same room as the man! Burn them all! Burn the man's family... seriously, he may have spread AIDS to them by breathing the same air! How about we destroy the MRT line and build a new one while we're at it... He may have actually taken a train? What about buses? Replace them all! Who knows which bus he took! Burn his whole HDB block! Demolish it, for it has been contaminated! I don't think its enough yet... He's been all over Singapore... Why don't we just bomb the whole island so that the HIV virus is contained, hmm??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111997486299045894?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111997486299045894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111997486299045894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111997486299045894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111997486299045894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/06/ashamed-of-singaporeans.html' title='Ashamed of Singaporeans'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111949390688511005</id><published>2005-06-23T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:31:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofu = BAD BAD BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foodnavigator.com/news/news-ng.asp?n=60806-soy-isoflavone-may"&gt;Soy isoflavone may damage fertility, finds new research&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... danger danger!!!! If you read through that whole mumbo jumbo, what its saying(which i also read in the straits times), is that if the woman eats plenty and plenty of the Soy, then when she wants to make the BOOM BOOM with the man and have a baby, then when the sperm reaches the eggs it may die because of the thingie in the soy which stops the sperm from 'docking'. in other words, egg got special shield thing that stop sperm from going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like the Death Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it also says that asian populations, which has long consumed soya-rich products, have no signs of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its only the ang mo that are affected. We asians are too pro already. Nothing can stop our sperm. NOTHING!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111949390688511005?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111949390688511005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111949390688511005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111949390688511005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111949390688511005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/06/tofu-bad-bad-bad.html' title='Tofu = BAD BAD BAD'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111927963882489052</id><published>2005-06-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:05:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger's Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There comes a time when all seems lost. When there is nothing to blog, nothing to say, no one reading my blog. Something needed to be done. So thus began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLOGGER'S PROGRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came upon a time, in my blogging life when i realised that something was not right. Nothing was going right... i would open up blogger.com, click on the little plus sign that said create post... and stare at a blank page, not knowing what to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog was dying... i knew it. Give it a few more months... and it'll be dead. ka-put. No more readers. I needed to do something... to step out of my comfort zone and do something drastic. And so i set off on a quest... a quest to find out why. Where did i go wrong? Why am i losing readership, and why have i lost -THE PASSION- to blog? i needed to know. What is -THE SECRET- to blogging success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i turned on my computer... and searched the internet. I typed into the search bar this sentence : "What is The Secret to Blogging?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the lights in my room started to flicker. Bzztr... bzzzt... Man, i was getting scared! My computer screen started to glow... then it freaking EXPLODED!!! Left in its place was a bright golden... face. It looked like David Hasselhoff. Then the face started to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It appears you have decided to search for -THE SECRET- to blogging." his voice reverberated around the room, echoing off my walls. "And as the Blogging Head, i have seen much potential in you, KaBaBoom. I have only one thing to say to you... Find the Big Four. Only then, will you be able to truely fulfill your blogging greatness. The first of the Big Four you will find in the Pink Shopping Mall where it both Rains and Snows ice cream. She will lead you on your quest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the blogging head was really a head... and i knew i had my direction in life. To find out -THE SECRET- of blogging, to fulfill my dream of being a succesful blog. That would be my sole reason for living now. Though it may take my life, i will not give up. For only to the determined shall success arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next time for The Journey to XiaXue's Mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5628942-111927963882489052?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111927963882489052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111927963882489052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111927963882489052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111927963882489052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloggers-progress.html' title='The Blogger&apos;s Progress'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111893795764550320</id><published>2005-06-16T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T07:59:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Post</title><content type='html'>EDIT - Double Post? Why the double post? Man, the internet can't be trusted, can it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111893795764550320?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111893795764550320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111893795764550320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111893795764550320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111893795764550320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/06/double-post.html' title='Double Post'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111893770331517106</id><published>2005-06-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:01:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Upkeep a Blog</title><content type='html'>Is practically impossible for me, considering how FREAKINGLY LAZY i am to update. Seriously. Other people cannot go past a week without blogging. Me, DEH, when i stop blogging it takes me forever to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads the designer of this blog to complain that i keep asking her to change my blog design, while i hardly update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do. Lazy is lazy. Usually i talk about news that interests me. Like Michael Jackson managing to escape ALL of his accusations in court. The jury thought that he was innocent. I always thought so too, anyway. He weirds me out, but i doubt he's even remotely interested in doing anything sexual to those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i don't really care about him anyway. Seriously, i never really liked his music anyway. What interested me was that there were actually people who camped outside with signs waiting for his verdict. As if he was the Pope or something. When the man/woman/child came out, they actually cried for him. I was like... eh? Its not like he's related to you or anything. What's the white/black man mean to them? That much? I don't know, and i'll probably never understand. But i doubted they'll send him to jail anyway. Its Michael Jackson. He'll probably die in jail, the kid that he is. He's not meant for a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Russel Crowe, who is still waiting for whether the man whom he threw his handphone at to say whether he accepts his apology. Which the man says he won't, and he actually wants justice done. What bullshit. He just wants more money from the big star and his 15 minutes of fame, like everybody else. Russel Crowe ain't going to jail. He's just going to be quite a few million poorer, like Michael Jackson after his previous accusers. Just wait, there's going to be an out of court settlement worth many many millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel Crowe, though, got very emotional on a talkshow saying how sorry he is and how wrong he was to throw a phone. I say he's just afraid to go to jail and get his visa taken away from him, thus banning him from hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, however, are a very strong thing. I'm not one to get very emotional. There are few people in the world that can affect me very strongly emotional, and they know who they are. I realise that emotions can block a whole lotta logic. The most rational person can become the worst person in the world when emotional. I found that even I, whom i thought was one of the least people in the world affected by emotions, can be so badly affected by them. Emotions cloud judgement like no tomorrow. When emotions come in the picture, an imperfect person can be viewed in a way that's totally different from who they really are. I learnt that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a lesson learnt, really, that as long as i'm human, i'm still susceptible to emotional blinding. No matter what. So i gotta watch myself much more closely, to see that emotions don't get in the way of my logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i went to sentosa and saw a nekkid woman sunbathing. Which would probably have been a good thing, except that she was old(looked over 35), ang mo, unchio, and i was there with another female. Probably, if the female wasn't there, i COULD have had a bigger reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction, man. Reaction. Not erection. Reaction. Deh. What erection. Not to say that i DON'T have those. My equipment's fine man. It is. I'm not overcompensating. I'm not saying this because there's something with it and i'm trying to convince myself that there's nothing wrong with it. Its fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't go and comment "yeah right" in the comments box like you don't believe me. Don't make me prove it to ya'll! you don't want that! the girls will go OooOooo and the guys will be envious. i can't do that to you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111893770331517106?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111893770331517106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111893770331517106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111893770331517106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111893770331517106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-upkeep-blog.html' title='To Upkeep a Blog'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111737174674061761</id><published>2005-05-29T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:04:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I still frequent a forum board known as Shoryuken. I was a member there since 2000.... Back when arcades were still THE THING TO DO. Before the emergence of the CYBERCAFE or the counterstrike. I would frequent the forum board, read up on how to play certain characters, and discuss anything. I would go there for information of comic characters, marvel or dc, Street Fighter canon etc. It was a great place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK is a place of fanboys and nerds. Its a place where people can come together and argue if this character from this comic fights that character from that show, who would win? Thread after thread came through, and many nominations were submitted. A term was used, called Tiers, to decide who stood where. After a long journey, it was finally agreed of the Trinity of the Tiers. And to tell you the story, i'll leave it to an old guy from SRK, one who has been around for many years. Presenting, The Story of the Tiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this goes any further, I feel I should explain the SRK Tiers, and how they came to be. If you understand them, maybe you'll have a better idea of how it works. Gather round chillin, it's storytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The SRK isn't just for the good. The great. The awesome. Or even the stupidly good. No. It's for the absolutely, positively, Oh my God WTFBBQ no way in hell 100% pure Broken Beyond Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back in The Day, Sagat's C.FP sat atop the SRK Tiers, cause it was unparalled. We SF'ers had never seen anything like this before in our lives. "WTF?! A fierce punch that outprioritizes *EVERYTHING*?! And is faster than a JAB?! AND you can CANCEL INTO SUPER?!?!?!" Jesus Christ Get The Escalade! Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then the SRK Tier Wars broke out. The Tier Wars featured many comic book and cartoon heroes being viciously defended by their fanboys (Goku Vs Superman, anyone?). However, one group in particular really stood out - the Batman fanboys. Apparently, in some DC comics arc, it was revealed that Batman kept secret files on EVERYONE in the DV universe and their weaknesses...so if he ever got into a fight with someone, anyone, he had a way to defeat them. The Bats fanboys argued that with Batman's intelligence, vast financial resources, and these files, given enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prepare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Batman could defeat anyone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The more sane members of SRK began to ridicule this. We played along, even including the 1960's TV version of Batman, who always seemed to have a gadget/contraption/spray for ANY situation he found himself in (Shark-Repellant Bat Spray, anyone?) We then figured that with enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prep-Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Batman could fashion an anti-C.FP spray and defeat Sagat, which then propelled him to the top of the SRK Tiers. Broken Beyond Broken. He would enjoy the top for a little while, until The Gospel™ was revealed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bowling Pin revealed to us a contender once forgotten - MacGuyver. Much like Batman, MacGuyver was well known for being able to get out of any situation...but unlike Batman, he needed *NO* prep-time at all! In fact, MacGuyver could make ANYTHING as long as he had any three random objects. This is because MacGuyver utilizes Absolute Zero-Prep...he needs no prep-time, because the universe was prepped before he created it. Absolute Zero Prep &gt; Prep-Time, therefore MacGuyver &gt; Batman. If MacGuyver ever got into a fight with Sagat, he could make anti-C.FP spray out of two sheets of paper, a slinky, and a booger. Broken Beyond Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At the same time, Jack Bauer started to rise the ranks. He was a badass in the first season of 24, but in S2 everything went completely batshit insane. He was cutting off heads with a hacksaw! He was RC'ing death! He was kicking people's asses WHILE HAVING A HEART ATTACK! It was revealed that Jack Bauer actually works on CHAOSITY COUNTER, the direct and natural opposite of Prep-Time. The badguys would prep for Jack...make these elaborate plans, stadiums full of guards and shit, and still have their shit absolutely RUINED when Jack just runs in yelling and screaming and shooting and going crazy and shit, and THEN EVERYBODY GETS SHOT and Jack is The Winnar. Broken Beyond Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was here that a startling discovery was made. A long time ago, MacGuyver and Jack Bauer were actually THE SAME PERSON, an incredible GOD named MacBauer. However, MacBauer was simply TOO AWESOME, therefore he was forced to split into two, and in the process our universe was created. The split created a yin-yang/light-dark side of the force kind of balance between PREP and CHAOS, with MacGuyver inheriting the former and Bauer the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So there you have it. MacBauer is the Supreme Lord GOD of EVERYTHING, and we try to serve in his name faithfully as high priests. MacBauer is MACBAUER TIER. Then, in GOD TIER sit his halves, Jack Bauer and MacGuyver. Then, we simply have the TOP TIER, which features those who are good but not GODLY like Bauer and MacGuyver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoryuken.com/forums/showthread.php?t=91473"&gt;Link&lt;/a&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/5628942-111737174674061761?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111737174674061761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111737174674061761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111737174674061761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111737174674061761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/tiers.html' title='Tiers'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111691050011109844</id><published>2005-05-24T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:55:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Baton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total volume of music files on my computer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.21GB&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last CD I bought was:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Love Of All - its a compilation of classic sappy love songs. Right up my alley!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Aguileira - The Voice Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dapslyrics.com/display.php?sid=6116"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Something Like You by N'Sync&lt;br /&gt;2. In The End&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Linkinpark&lt;br /&gt;3. Higher &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by Creed&lt;br /&gt;4. Perfect by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twin-music.com/lyrics_file/martina/mart/go.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Love Me by Colin Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't hate me cos i happen to like boybands, rock, alternative and pop all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And... well, i'm not passing it on because i don't really have anyone to pass it on to.... I have no online friends, and those i do know already got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111691050011109844?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111691050011109844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111691050011109844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111691050011109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111691050011109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/musical-baton.html' title='Musical Baton'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111690263905218760</id><published>2005-05-24T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:43:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar Jar Binks is The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/105000/105095cHKG_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these images are not mine, but of a photoshop contest involving movie posters. Some of my favourites :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/105000/105120DjLI_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/104500/104927WcEB_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/104500/104745fkNJ_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/104500/104815VCeb_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=3225"&gt;See them all here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111690263905218760?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111690263905218760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111690263905218760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111690263905218760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111690263905218760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/jar-jar-binks-is-one.html' title='Jar Jar Binks is The One'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111690069712871123</id><published>2005-05-24T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:11:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KaBaBoom, the Househusband?</title><content type='html'>In the TODAY forum pages, there's quite a bit of commotion a while ago about stay-at-home men. They were talking about whether that makes you a man, whether its feasible nowadays, whether men were willing to do it, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say... let the women stay at home. Wait wait wait... before all the females crucify me, let me explain. I am a firm believer a child needs a full time mother. A mother that will always be there for him/her in the all-important childhood. To bring up the kid in the way of God. Extremely crucial role. So, if possible,  if i ever have kids, i will insist that my wife stays at home to look after them. Its a necessary role, i believe, for the sake of the kids. Nothing can replace a Godly mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i'm not so rigid lah. If circumstances are such that... hmm... perhaps my wife turns out to be a doctor earning 10k a month, and i'm a teacher earning 2k, then OF COURSE i will not insist that my wife stay at home while i work. I will stay at home and bring up the kids, while my wife works and earns the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder... me as a stay-at-home husband? Is that ever going to work? Half the time i'll be slacking away. My wife is probably not going to get a good dinner. The house will be like my room(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). The kids will turn to be chronic computer game players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not that good an idea after all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111690069712871123?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111690069712871123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111690069712871123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111690069712871123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111690069712871123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/kababoom-househusband.html' title='KaBaBoom, the Househusband?'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111684746425678781</id><published>2005-05-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:24:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not To Blog</title><content type='html'>Am i a true blogger? I don't really know... Sometimes i look around at other people's blogs(once in a while. i hardly blog surf, and know little of the Singapore blogging community), and they(if they update) have themselves an audience. Me? I seem to have an audience which i can count on one hand. I had one good post... which got me tomorrowed, then... BAM, that's it. One spike in readership, then back to almost nobody again. Few people stay. I wonder why. My friend, who just got her blog featured in the STRAITS TIMES for goodness sake(CONGRATZ!!!!) has a continuously growing audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the audience is what keeps a blog going. For myself, anyway. Because if i didn't want anybody to read my blog, why would i post it online? Might as well store it away in my computer and save me the trouble. Having people actually interested in what you have to say... that's a big ego boost. Getting comments, and hits... it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to why i keep blogging, then stop, then blog, then stop. Because with few people reading, sometimes its difficult to keep updating. What sometimes... all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just jealous. I would love to have a huge audience. I would love to have more people read my blog. But hey... i get what i deserve. I'm just way too lazy. If i don't visit other people's blogs, who's going to visit mine? If i don't leave comments elsewhere, who's going to leave comments here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. Whatever it is, i know i'll always have a few readers who actually want to read my blog. And that's good enough for me, for i know they are genuinely interested in what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't get no endorsements, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111684746425678781?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111684746425678781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111684746425678781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111684746425678781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111684746425678781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not To Blog'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111684307922992695</id><published>2005-05-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:11:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sith Sense</title><content type='html'>Beware.... for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sithsense.com/flash.htm"&gt;DARTH VADAR CAN READ YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of a gameboy, and he got it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111684307922992695?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111684307922992695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111684307922992695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111684307922992695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111684307922992695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/sith-sense.html' title='Sith Sense'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111668851905946875</id><published>2005-05-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:15:21.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE Star Wars and then Some</title><content type='html'>Ah... seems to me that i'm not the only non-star wars fan around here! First of all, big apologies to &lt;a href="http://www.celticbiohazard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; for not being able to be there with you for the Star Wars movie. My grandmother calleth and i needed to go to her place for dinner. And boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, its true that some of the things he mentioned i too would like to see. And to make it up to him, i shall bring them to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/14918282/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/14918282_0c9909b3ba_o.jpg" width="425" height="227" alt="yodavsjarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda and Jar Jar Binks in a Casino debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJB : Mesa Jar Jar binks, cute little green man. Mesa like Casino... big, shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda : Yoda, my name is. Little, i am. Green, i am. But cute, i am NOT.  Weak in the force, you are. Understand nothing, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJB : But mesa like Yoda... small and cute Yoda ees. Yes, yes... Mesa hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda : Small brain, you have. With the dark side, the Casino is. Destroy the Casino, we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJB : Mesa thinking Casino nice place. Many people comming to Casino... Bring many many foodies. Mesa like foodies, mesa do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda : America, Singapore is not. Able to handle the dark side of the Casino, they are not. Poor, they will become. Weak with the force, the Singaporeans are.  Self control, they have not. Integrated Resorts will lead to gambling. Gambling will lead to debt. Debt will lead to Ah Long. Ah Long will lead to the Dark Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJB : But Mesa like Singapore food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda : Spicy and good, Singapore food is. But painful out the butt, it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJB : Mesa think Yoda is not liking Singapore. Mesa think Singapore Gah-men too strict, not let Singaporeans do what they like. Mesa think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda : A fool, you are! Know little of Singapore, you do. Afraid of the Singapore Government, you are not. Live for many years, i have. But still afraid of the Government, i am. Not talk of the Singapore Government, we must. For sue us, they will. Destroy us, they will. Even unable to defeat them, the Empire are. No no no... Not talk of them, we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things he wanted to see :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak Qui Gon Jin with Tapered Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/14921379/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14921379_05f8526d39_o.jpg" width="717" height="538" alt="tapered bald" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mace Windu as Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/14925892/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/14925892_a24ca35e66_o.jpg" width="411" height="411" alt="carter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sorry, brother, but i can't photoshop the last one for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111668851905946875?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111668851905946875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111668851905946875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111668851905946875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111668851905946875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-star-wars-and-then-some.html' title='MORE Star Wars and then Some'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111633204703631072</id><published>2005-05-17T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:14:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Star Wars and then Some</title><content type='html'>Man... i never thought i would have gotten on tomrrow.sg man. Especially since i've not posted for like... forever. Then i update once... and BOOM, i kena tomorrowed, and my blog has more visitors than its ever had in the past 6 months! That R0Xx0rz so much. Makes me want to update more... which i am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest and most anticipated movies of the year is comming out soon... (though in my opinion it ought to be Batman Begins, coolest superhero ever to grace our earth), Stars Wars and the Revenge of the Sith. Its like... big. People queue up overnight(overweek,overmonth,overyear) to be among the first ever to see the film. Seriously, i never got that... I mean, as much i as i love my favourite movie, which happens to be the BEST MOVIE IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND UNIVERSE AND OMNIVERSE AND WHATEVEROTHERVERSE, A Walk to Remember, which had the best plot ever conceived by the human mind and the best actress ever to act in it(so i'm a Mandy Moore fan... so sue me), i would never queue overnight for it. Yes, its a chick flick. Yes, i like chick flicks. I happen to have dreams about romance and stuff, finding me a perfect and beautiful girlfriend, getting married, etc etc... I happen to read romance novels(the ones without the weird sex in the river with the forests burning and a mountain lion watching from the sidelines, owls flying overhead in a blue sky with a raincloud in the distance, but the ones which focus on the romance, not the sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, people are that crazy over it and are willing to do it. But hey, to each his own. There are things i'd queue overnight for... like maybe.. uh... ok, there's nothing i'd queue overnight for. I take that back. Maybe if i would get to see Natalie Portman live in a bikini i may consider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which happens to be related to Star Wars, as Natalie Portman DOES happen to star as Padme(Padme? what kind of name is Padme? why not Tamponme? i hear those are more popular nowadays, though i could never in my wildest dreams stick something up anything of mine. But then again, i am a guy, so what'd i know?). Those that know me know that i happen to like girls who being with the letter K. See, i happen to believe that the 4 most beautiful women in the world happen to have their names starting with K.  They are, in no particular order, Keira Knightly, Kirsten Dunst, Kristin Kreuk and another girl who's name i shall not mention. Natalie Portman, all of a sudden, has overtaken these other girls to second in my list of most beautiful women in the world. Second only to... i'll leave that to you to guess. I would watch Star Wars Episode III solely to see Natalie Portman in her blue dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm not that big a fan of Star Wars. Never have been. I didn't even watch episodes IV-VI until this year. I've watched episode I(which was all right. contrary to everyone else, i absolutely LOVED Jar Jar Binks. I thought he was the funniest thing ever.) I'm yet to watch Episode II, though i would soon because Natalie Portman is in it. Most of my friends are big fans of Star Wars... i'm not. Sure its a good movie, but A Walk to Remember is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays, everywhere you look, there's a special feature on Star Wars and its impact on the world. And its true. Everyone knows about Star Wars. The Force has become part of our vocabulary. Star Wars is in The New Paper. Its in the Straits Times. In 8 Days. Everywhere i look, there it is staring at me in the face. So i decided... you know, maybe its time to check out a little bit more about this Star Wars thing and try to understand it a little bit better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Force&lt;br /&gt;What is The Force anyway? How does it work? Are they all telepaths with telekenetic powers or what? What can it do anyway, and what can't it do? So i check up the net for a little bit of research.... And i got plenty of stuff, half of which i didn't understand. But what i did get was its some kind of energy thingie which is in all forms of life. The more midi-chlorians that are in a being's cells, the more Force he/she/it has to control. What in the world are midi-chlorians? It sounds like some kind of bug to me... like maybe the amount of force you have depends on how many of these bugs exist in your body. Does that mean if i transfer blood from a jedi to myself i'll get more of these bugs and become more power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightsaber&lt;br /&gt;So how does this glorified torchlight work? Why does the light stop halfway instead of going all the way to the sky and stabbing the moon? After a bit of research, i learn that its some kind of crystal thingies that are aligned by the jedi using the force and concentrate some kind of weird energy into the torchlight using a power cell. The jedi use various crystals which give various colours to the lightsabers, and the sith use synthetic crystals for theirs, which result in their red colour blade. I wonder though... how come only mace windu gets to use a purple one then? not very fair, is it... Also, about the power cell... if i were to use a more powerful power cell, like say, instead of using triple A batteries i use a double A battery... would the blade be longer? Image that... a blade that's 5 meters long... it wouldn't matter the weight because light has no weight. He'll have a sword bigger than Cloud's... and rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaceships&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of weird looking spaceships that make no sense... A-wings look quite stupid to me. But B wings take the cake. Someone please tell me how a ship of that design can actually be useful please... its long. for a reason i know not. it doesn't look very agile. why can't it be a normal ship with normal wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by now i've gotten bored of the Star Wars universe... so until next time, May the Bugs Multiply in You and make many many more Midi-whatchamightcallit in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111633204703631072?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111633204703631072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111633204703631072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111633204703631072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111633204703631072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-star-wars-and-then-some.html' title='About Star Wars and then Some'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111613670592053713</id><published>2005-05-15T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:24:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Boys Immature?</title><content type='html'>Ah yes... there's an article in the Straits Times today about someone calling Singaporean boys immature, especially when applying for scolarships(how do you spell that?), and they're irresponsible and don't even know what they want. Some female graduates also agree that yes, that's the case, Singaporean boys ARE immature, even in their early twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy, Philip Yeo, in his book(if you haven't yet heard of this topic) is saying that they're whiny, break their bonds, etc etc. This, he says, even though they have been through NS. That some of them even start to complain more after they come out of NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I actually agree with him. NS doesn't make men out of boys... That's bull. If anything, NS makes boys out of boys. Its in NS that we learn how to complain. Its in NS that we learn how NOT to work hard, because we aren't rewarded for our work. We're rewarded when we 'carry balls' so to speak. Even then, its negligible. We learn how to chao keng. We learn how to pretend to do work. How to action action only. How to swear. How to gossip. How to curse your superiors and the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real growing up only starts AFTER NS, i believe. When we actually go to the universities... When we actually start work and have to support ourselves. The meagre allowance that the government gives us during NS means we HAVE to still rely on our parents. Independence during NS my foot. Indepence can only truly be learnt when we go out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During which, of course, the girls get a headstart on us. While we're doing our pushups and cleaning our officer's bunks, they are already studying in the universities, overseas or working, learning and growing. For two years, our growth is stunted because of NS. Sure, we can grow because of NS, but hardly in the way people want us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the fact that mentally girls mature 2 years faster than guys, they will now have a 4 year headstart on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its only more fair if we compare 22 yr old guys to 18 yr old girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We are immature and irresponsible. And i blame NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER : THIS PHOTOS ARE NOT MINE, I KOPE FROM MY OFFICER'S COMPUTER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/13927489/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13927489_170f863eab_o.jpg" alt="9" height="600" width="447" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/13927488/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13927488_4b0abe8d38_o.jpg" alt="7" height="600" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/13927487/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13927487_d8ffe68fb8_o.jpg" alt="5" height="600" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/13927486/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13927486_a7c45c21d5_o.jpg" alt="3" height="600" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63142772@N00/13927485/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13927485_09e6a28139_o.jpg" alt="1" height="600" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111613670592053713?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111613670592053713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111613670592053713' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111613670592053713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111613670592053713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/singapore-boys-immature.html' title='Singapore Boys Immature?'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-111608875220416256</id><published>2005-05-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:45:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christon=Lousiest Blogger Ever</title><content type='html'>Basically, i am probably the lousiest blogger i know... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my posts are about me not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my readership. Not that i had a huge one to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because i'm too lazy to write down anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes i wonder whether i should even delete this blog. It is rather useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been like... years since i've posted something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even find interesting stuff on the net anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly even surf the net anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know xiaxue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I lied. I know xiaxue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a blogger, i should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a good fire fighter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... i don't make that great a fire fighter, simply because there are so few fires to fight. Sigh... i blame Singapore for being such a fire safe country, that i have so few fires to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge muscular body though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i lied. I have a VERY huge muscular body with a face that makes girls go ga-ga over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are lining up to date me at this very moment. They love me oh so very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that.... i don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so i lied twice. I'm not lying now. I'm really good-looking and buff and stuff. Girls want to date me. I'm that powerful. Its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm also rich. Like... i own a private jet and helicopter. You just don't know it because there are few places i can land my own helicopter in Singapore, so i hardly fly it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys are back with a new song, Incomplete. I guess they're tired of failing as solo artistes, so they're trying now to fail as a boyband again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What boyband. They're so old they should be called mid-life crises men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. "Up next, its the Midlifecrises Men with a song, Midlifecrises' back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i've got 10 more years before i hit the mid-life crises. That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm just wasting space right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should stop thinking of someone as she's not very good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that my workplace should have better higher ranking people as some of them aren't very nice and abuse their power over their subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish God would send me a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also know that God ain't sending me no girlfriend right now cos all i'll do is ruin hers and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if its the girl i'm thinking about, though it could be the opposite then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite as she may ruin my life as much as i ruin hers, not as in it would be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newcastle is now 12th in the EPL. For those that actually care, that means they suck this season. Really bad. Like worse than Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom just got taken over by some rich american dude who doesn't even care about football. Poor Man U. I guess they're so poor thing... Having many of the best players in the world, being the richest club and all, because some rich guy has taken over the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand micro mini-skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why i can't stop thinking about someone even though everyone is telling me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how i can become a fire fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why someone can wear their pants at their like thighs, with a belt, and look so weird walking around orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how people can enjoy playing the piano, yet i hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why i am writing all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm sleepy now. I'm going to sleepy. Ignore the ramblings of a sleepy man. I mean boy. I mean man. I mean man-boy. I'm not a boy, not yet a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111608875220416256?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111608875220416256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111608875220416256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111608875220416256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111608875220416256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/05/christonlousiest-blogger-ever.html' title='Christon=Lousiest Blogger Ever'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111250126642195855</id><published>2005-04-03T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:07:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me No Blog Long Time</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in like... a long time. Yeah. Thus committing the mortal sin of bloggers all around. And because of that, i am thus unable to ever keep my audience. Even if people do drop by every now and then, they never stay, even if they like what they see. Simply because i'm such an unconsistent blogger. Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i want an audience? Of course, which blogger doesn't. Am i hardworking enough to get myself an audience? Not by a long shot... I'm WAAAYYY too lazy to update often enough to keep an audience. I'm too lazy to surf around the popular blogs, leaving comments with my blog link, advertising for my blog. I have never bothered to check how many hits my blog has gotten. I don't bother to post controversial topics that may interest other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i think i'm stuck with an audience whose number i can count on one hand :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111250126642195855?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111250126642195855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111250126642195855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111250126642195855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111250126642195855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-no-blog-long-time.html' title='Me No Blog Long Time'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111167559359902924</id><published>2005-03-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:46:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a While</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i've updated... More than a week. Many things have happened since then. Some good, some bad, some very bad. Last week was very busy... i hardly had much time to rest. Do duty, come back, sleep, go for meeting, repeat. I finally got a good rest come monday and tuesday. Went out with a good friend for the first time in a very long time, had plenty of fun. I so miss going out with that friend. I shall not elaborate on the bad... there's enough crap going on in the world without me talking about more crap, that make no sense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll talk about other rubbish. Like Sly and his very tatooed girlfriend/fiance/who knows what. Those two have been denying rumours like crazy. Then its found out that they actually registered for marriage. Then they cancelled it. Now they're together. Wait... they're not. Oh wait... The tatooed one suggested they are. No no no... Sly said its over and they're concentrating on their careers.. My goodness, they claim they're only taking a break, and are still together. Wait.. she says they're together if we think they are, and if we think they aren't they aren't? I'm getting all confused here... i feel like ripping that nose ring out of that chinese rocker's nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111167559359902924?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111167559359902924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111167559359902924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111167559359902924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111167559359902924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a While'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111044531749229804</id><published>2005-03-10T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:01:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wimbledon, Survivor and Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>What do Wimbledon, Survivor and Amazing race have in common? Nothing, except that i watched all 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimbledon was not bad a show. Kirsten Dunst(and we all know how much i love her) was a tennis player. A good looking one. A very good looking one. But that's besides the point. See, i believe that our Singapore Sports Council can learn some lessons from this movie. Especially on how to make a sportsman win. First, we need a candidate to win something big... and i think the most likely one will be our very own Ronald Susilo. Why? Simply put, as i have learnt from Wimbledon, the best way to win a competition is to have love to play for. And it helps a lot if your love is also a sportswoman, and even better if she is good looking. And guess out, our Ronald Susilo fits the bill to a T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportsman who is in the world rankings... check. Sportsman(Susilo) with a cute sportswoman(Jiawei) as a part... check! We're all ready to win Ronald an olympic gold medal! Ok, here's how we gotta do it. Before every match Susilo is about to play, the night before we have to lock Jiawei in his room, without anything on. As the movie has proven, as long as the couple has sex BEFORE the guy's game, his game will improve by almost 100%. HOWEVER, this does NOT work with the girl's game, so make sure Susilo is NO WHERE near Jiawei the night before her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Susilo starts his game, make sure Jiawei is ALWAYS in the stands to support him. She has to sit down somewhere where he can spot her easily before he starts playing. Then she has to wave to him. That is a must. It will make him play much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the finals, though, she must only come in halfway, when he is playing badly. This will make him play super well all of a sudden, after feeling so sad and all, then thrash him opponent well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how, according to Wimbledon the movie, we can finally get Singapore an Olympic gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another show i watched was The Amazing Race, the one with Rob and Amber from Survivor in it. What i loved about it was that Rob was actually playing the Amazing Race Survivor style. For example, hetold one that he and Amber had a special coach which would leave half an hour earlier, but he paid the man at the counter not to tell anyone about it. Then that group went and told another group, who told another group. Soon, they confronted him about it, and he act blur and said he never lied. In the first place, there WAS no special coach they were going on, and they all went on the same coach. Another time he combined money with two other teams to bribe the bus driver to only open the front door, and leave the back door of the coach closed, thus giving them a headstart. But the good part is that Rob didn't pay his share, and just bribed the coach on the other team's money. Now that's crafty. Now that's entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111044531749229804?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111044531749229804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111044531749229804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111044531749229804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111044531749229804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-wimbledon-survivor-and-amazing-race.html' title='Of Wimbledon, Survivor and Amazing Race'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-111011575997185596</id><published>2005-03-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:29:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy Live Action!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played Final fantasy? If the answer is YES, then you HAVE to watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://random.battlecenter.net/funny/SCL.wmv"&gt;http://random.battlecenter.net/funny/SCL.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best i've seen in a long time. I was laughing all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-111011575997185596?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/111011575997185596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=111011575997185596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111011575997185596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/111011575997185596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/03/final-fantasy-live-action.html' title='Final Fantasy Live Action!!!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-110966635688670758</id><published>2005-03-01T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:47:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars? Nah, Natalie Portman!!!</title><content type='html'>I was one of the lucky ones to be able to catch the Oscars Live yesterday morning. Chris Rock was a great presenter, making me laugh all the way through. One of my favourite parts, though, was when he asked people on the street for their opinion on movies. And that made the most sense. See, he asked them if they've watched the Oscar nominated movies, which are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;The Aviator&lt;br /&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;br /&gt;Ray&lt;br /&gt;Sideways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them never watched the film, and instead loved other movies, like White Chicks. And honestly, they have a point! From the above mentioned films, the only one i've watched is Finding Neverland. While I enjoyed the move and all, it isn't really one to remember. And i don't really plan on watching the rest of them. Ask me what was my movie of 2004, and i'd say Dodgeball!!!! Now THAT was a great movie to remember! White Chicks was very funny. I loved Starsky and Hutch, and The Butterfly Effect rocked my world. This year? Spider Man 2 was the best. You know, the oscars don't matter. What matter is what earns money. And the above mentioned movies were all top earnings, matching if not surpassing the oscar nominated movies. it doesn't matter if your earn an oscar or not. I don't really care. But you know what's good about the oscars? The Red Carpet. Natalie Portman, to be precise. Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.oscar.abc.com/images/galleries/redcarpet/2005_PortmanN_02.jpg" /&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110966635688670758?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110966635688670758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110966635688670758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110966635688670758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110966635688670758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/03/oscars-nah-natalie-portman.html' title='Oscars? Nah, Natalie Portman!!!'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-110948192660269909</id><published>2005-02-27T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:25:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women with Big Boobies don't like Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1294905.html?menu="&gt;Breast size determines personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this on the Perfect10, and decided to check it out. And behold, i found the artciel on the internet!(thank God for google)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excerpt for the breasts part :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruity chart starts naturally with the traditional melon. According to Lorenzoni, a woman with large, round breasts like a melon may appear motherly, but is far from it. "She likes eating and wants to be spoiled and admired. But seldom likes sex," he said.&lt;br /&gt;For men who want someone a bit more lively they should choose a woman with "lemon" breasts - pert and prominent. "These women are full of life and can laugh at themselves. They want a balanced life without surprises."&lt;br /&gt;Pert, oval-shaped breasts are for Lorenzoni like pineapples. "A woman with pineapple breasts is intelligent, often has a career but is still romantic. They are also faithful. Whoever wins their heart will not lose it quickly."&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit-shaped breasts - pert and firm - are also not a good sign for good sex. "This woman may look erotic, but in reality is bashful and homely. She spoils her partner but prefers tenderness over sex."&lt;br /&gt;Even women with "oranges" are not going to turn up the temperature between the sheets. "While she is self-confident and knows her goals, she has little interest in sex. She likes conversation and partnerships."&lt;br /&gt;Small breasted women, with assets that resemble cherries are "funny and very exciting. They are entertaining and intelligent. Make great partners both for everyday life and on holiday and are moderately interested in sex," says the researcher.&lt;br /&gt;A woman with pear-shaped breasts "Loves love in all its variations. She can be very religious, but is known to have affairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... what size are YOU breasts, and what do they say about you? The only one i don't get is thet melons... does that mean that all those porn stars really hate sex? What does that say about Dolly Parton? And the ones with pineapples are smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. what if you had a boob job? does your personality change along with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110948192660269909?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110948192660269909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110948192660269909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110948192660269909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110948192660269909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/women-with-big-boobies-dont-like-sex.html' title='Women with Big Boobies don&apos;t like Sex'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-110934844705657880</id><published>2005-02-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:20:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As should Pan Ling Ling</title><content type='html'>Pan Ling Ling and husband named their kid Beckham, just for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wondering why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110934844705657880?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110934844705657880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110934844705657880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110934844705657880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110934844705657880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-should-pan-ling-ling.html' title='As should Pan Ling Ling'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-110915525760518227</id><published>2005-02-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:40:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckham should be banned from naming his kids.</title><content type='html'>And rightly so too. Once again, the skinny woman gave birth to a boy. Actually, Beckham is really turning out to be Golden Balls. I mean... 3 kids, 3 boys? Chinese from China(unlike english from england) like boys plenty. If i knew Beckham's secret, i'd sell it for millions. Or rather, cheaply to millions in to the chinese from china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, continuing the trend of giving weird names to his children(thus far Brooklyn, named after the place where he was 'conceived', and Romeo... nuff said). So, playing in Spain and all, and with him learning spanish, Beckham decides, HEY, HOW ABOUT WE GIVE MY KID A SPANISH NAME!!!!1111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he thinks and he thinks. Then he decides... I KNOW!!! I'll do a play on words! My crossing ability is one of the best in the world... Why not give my kid a name that means cross? Like... uhh... Cruz! That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes on and names his kid Cruz. Only problem : Cruz is a girl's spanish name. Its like me going around with a girl's name... wait, i am going around with a girl's name. At least Kristin(my name is christon) kreuk is very chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his poor kid will be going to school, with an extremely famous dad, with a girl's name. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/4281405.stm"&gt;DAVID BECKHAM GIVES HIS KID YET ANOTHER WEIRD NAME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, celebrities LOVE to give their kids weird names anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwnyth Palthrow and Chris Martin called their girl Apple. Which is weird, but hey, don't we have a celebrity called Apple Hong? Jamie Oliver, you know, the cook you see sometimes on TV Mobile? He has daughters called Daisy Boo and Poppy Honey. I'm not kidding. That's they're real names. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Gedolf named his daughters Fifi Trixibelle, Peaches and Pixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities just can't give their kids normal names like George or Mary. They gotta give the weirdest names on earth. I feel for their kids, i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110915525760518227?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110915525760518227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110915525760518227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110915525760518227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110915525760518227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/beckham-should-be-banned-from-naming.html' title='Beckham should be banned from naming his kids.'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628942.post-110898055919976791</id><published>2005-02-21T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:11:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is *not* Christon</title><content type='html'>This is Faith. Testing this new blog template which I helped Christon to install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this post doesn't work properly and everything happen as it should -- I. Will. Scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110898055919976791?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110898055919976791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110898055919976791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110898055919976791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110898055919976791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-not-christon.html' title='This is *not* Christon'/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-110890969672914390</id><published>2005-02-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T06:36:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched The Wedding Singer. For the first time. Sniff. I loved the show, totally loved it. As many people know, i am, strangely enough, a guy that actually LOVES romantic comedies. Sweet Home Alabama, How To Lose a Guy in 10 days, You've Got Mail, A Walk to Remember... these top my list of all time favourite movies. I read romance novels(no, no... not the ones with a topless guy and a sexy girl on the cover. the ones with much less sex and much more story. hate those that just move from sex scene to sex scene. booooring). I also read almost everything under the sun, but i like romance novels. I have no idea why. For some reason strange reason(unknown to myself) i enjoy torturing myself watching them movies and reading them books. Other guys go for the action, the horror, and them other movies guys love so much. But deep down, i still like romantic comedies best of all, even if it does make me feel sad after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the movie. So the plot is nothing great, so the girl doesn't look all that chio(she's drew barrymore, after all), and i'm not a big fan of that Adam Sandler guy. But i was hooked on the show the moment it started, and absolutely loved the song he sang to her in the end. Something about growing old with you. I was like... woah. What the hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm turning 21 this year. Yeah... entering adulthood, sadly. Kiss them teenage carefree years goodbye. I have yet to have a girlfriend. So far, none of my crushes have worked out. Some crushes have lasted much longer than others, going into more than two years if you believe it or not. A crush on the same girl for more than two years? Never asking any girl out? Everytime i watch a romantic comedy, i start to think, hey, who's the one with the BIG L on the forehead? I long for someone to love me romantically, as i see the leads fall in love. I'm like... hey... i want that... i want to grow old with someone. I don't want some one night stand... what's the point in that? The same thing happens when i read novels with romance in them. Then i start feeling all bad for myself again. The loser who has liked the same girl for years(who probably never has, and will never think of me as any more than a friend), who has liked so many girls in the past but never done anything about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i think again. You know, is that even important? I'm sure God has someone planned for me, and i doubt its even the girl i like at the moment. And even if he doesn't, to what does that matter? Right now, without the distraction of a girlfriend, i already am so busy. Being extremely active in church, if i DID have a girlfriend, i would never be able to spend as much time on God's work as i am now. Neither would i be spending as much time with God. Getting a girlfriend now would not be productive, it just wouldn't be good for me. God will send me one when i'm ready, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... sure, having a girlfriend would rock. Honestly, its not all that hard to find a girlfriend. All it needs is a little pampering, sweet talking, and probably i can hook up someone. But i don't want to hook up with just anyone. It would make me happy. I want a committed, convicted Seventh-Day Adventist who loves God more than anything else. Now a girl that THAT is a lot harder to find, much less chase, for the very same reason that her priorities will be totally different from everyone else. But even if i did find one now, it would not do me any good, it would not do my spiritual life any good, it would not do God's work any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to want a girlfriend? No.&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to have one now? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If the girl i liked actually become open to the idea, would i actually start dating now? &lt;strong&gt;No. But i sure would be struggling with it more than anything else!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does not having a girlfriend now make a a loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, &lt;strong&gt;it makes me more or a winner, i'd say!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110890969672914390?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110890969672914390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110890969672914390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110890969672914390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110890969672914390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-watched-wedding-singer.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-110890846955396482</id><published>2005-02-20T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:07:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There comes a time in a blogger's life when he has to decide : Do i, or do i not, continue to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it took me forever to start blogging. While the whole blogging craze was going on, i wanted to start, but didn't dare. I was afraid people wouldn't like my blog. I was afraid that what i wrote would make people laugh at me. But i did try in the end, and my blog was relatively popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started commenting on news, giving my own two cents, and saying things. Basically trying to be funny, and impress people. It was also fun, and i looked forward to updating my blog. I would read the WHOLE Straits Times newspaper, PLUS the Newpaper, plus STREATS, plus TODAY. If i couldn't get any, i would read the online version. I would surf forum boards looking for interesting pictures, videos, anything i could post. It was great, and people liked it, and i felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started getting lazy. And losing my touch. My commentries came less frequent, and less funny. Then i started updating once a week. Then less. Then after i went into SCDF, even less. i hadn't even updated since... forever. But hey, that's all about to change. I doubt people will read my blog anymore...  i doubt it even gets more than a hit a week. But i'm going to start updating regularly, because this time, i actually WANT to say stuff, not just make people like me. I remember how fun it was to read up something funny, and post about it, or find something cool on a forum board and post a link to it. I'm gonna start it again, and maybe, just maybe, people will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they dont't, hey, it doesn't matter. This will be my outlet for saying what i want to say, regardless of whether anybody reads it. So be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110890846955396482?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110890846955396482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110890846955396482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110890846955396482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110890846955396482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-comes-time-in-bloggers-life-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-110230254893627296</id><published>2004-12-06T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:09:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been ages since i've updated. Hmm... one month, actually. Its not that nothing has happened, of course...  i've just been way too lazy to update. So what the hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was possibly the best week of my life so far. Along with another friend of mine, we stayed over at a friend's place the whole week while the married couple went overseas for a holiday. So, we had the whole place to ourselves for a week. An executive HDB flat with a power sound system and my friend's PS2. We bought ourselves at least $30 worth of snacks, and finished them within the 4 days. Go figure. Played PS2 till we almost dropped. Watched movies. Went out. It was more fun than ever, and i'm so gonna miss that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened last week was the crowning of the first Singapore Idol. I've been proud to be a Sly fan. Have been since the wild card special, always hoping that his next performance would be a good one. He had potential, Sly. He had a great rocker voice, and showed that he could sing well when he sang his version of I Dream. But other than that, he bombed. His version of Bon Jovi's Its My Life made many people cringe in pain, or just mute the TV. So, knowing that Sly fans would still vote like crazy(and in the back of my mind thinking how pai seh it would be to have Sly sing like that in World Idol), i voted for Taufiq. I have only voted one other time, and it was for Sly. But i decided Taufiq needed it. Many of my friends voted for Taufiq for the first time in the competition(being just spectating non-voters previously), cos he was THAT GOOD. Honestly, i even look forward to the release of his CD. I can only hope its in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-110230254893627296?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/110230254893627296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=110230254893627296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110230254893627296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/110230254893627296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-ages-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109922875830524964</id><published>2004-10-31T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:19:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The blogging craze seems to be over for the moment. I remember the days(not to long ago) when everyone was visiting everyone's blog almost everyday. My blog was getting plenty of traffic and comments. (possibly due to the fact i was updating practically everyday with gossip and weird news and stupid comments and stuff) i was getting plenty of comments for most of my posts. now, i'm lucky if i get a single comment of my shoutbox. ah... could be due to the fact i hardly update anymore, and my posts are getting rather boring... what to do, that's what NS does to you after a while(convient excuse, running away from the fact that perhaps i have lost my witiness in commenting on news). So, maybe, now that i seem to have more time, i can try to post more stuff, just for fun. i love writing, and may just continue that un-finished story i attempted to write a few months back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Christopher Lee's finally out of Singapore Idol. Strangely enough, he got voted out only when he started to sing well.(ok... not so good, but quite decently) i got no complaints, though... my two favourites at the moment are Sylvester and Taufiq. Surprisingly, Taufiq's doing very well at the moment. When he got voted in during the groups stages, i was utterly surprised. but he's proving everyone wrong and doing better than most of the contestants. But the real question is... would i buy their CD? well... right now i'm not too sure. Probably not, unless they improve much more. While i love Singapore idol and even voted for Sylvester, they still aren't good enough for me to want to buy them a CD. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Ladder 49 with one of my friends today. he hated it. i loved it. he found it extremely boring. i was engaged from start to finish. i found extremely accurate and realistic in terms of firefighting, and the story pretty cool. he almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being a firefighter has nothing to do with it. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109922875830524964?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109922875830524964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109922875830524964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109922875830524964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109922875830524964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/10/blogging-craze-seems-to-be-over-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109870221055861091</id><published>2004-10-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T19:04:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/041021/139/2hfoo.html"&gt;Swearing makes men impotent and turns women into men!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;London, Oct 21 (ANI): By Jove!, swearing can make men impotent and have women develop male characteristics, including facial hair and extra muscles, reveals a new research conducted by Russian scientist Gennady Cheurin and his team at the Centre for Ecological Safety and Survival in Yekaterinburg.&lt;br /&gt;The research was based on the popular belief that water has a type of "memory" that can be influenced by positive and negative forces.The researchers reportedly had sworn at a glass of water for several hours and then poured it over wheat seeds.&lt;br /&gt;They found that only 48 per cent of those seeds which were watered with the "foul" water sprouted as opposed to 93 per cent of seeds watered with holy water taken from natural springs.&lt;br /&gt;They thus concluded that the same effect of the negative forces arising due to heavy swearing and use of bad language can result in sexual dysfunctions in men and male characteristics in women.&lt;br /&gt;"We then looked at heavy swearers and others who never used bad language, and found whenever men use these words in their daily life, this immediately leads to sexual dysfunctions, i.e. impotence. If a woman uses these words in her daily speech, she slowly begins transforming into a man, getting more hair and muscles,"Cheuring said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness... those poor black people.... especially rappers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109870221055861091?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109870221055861091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109870221055861091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109870221055861091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109870221055861091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/10/swearing-makes-men-impotent-and-turns.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109740988965400710</id><published>2004-10-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:04:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... i haven't updated in like... weeks... but then, i've been busy in camp, so i got an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have been training hard for my firefighter course. And i've got two weeks left before my Passing Out Parade, if i pass out at all. See, i need to pass my IPPT in order to pass out as a firefighter. And i can't pass my IPPT. Sure, i've improved over the past months, but not enough to pass yet. I've never been active, i've never been fit. Before NS, i'd get dead tired after running like 400 meters, slowly. I couldn't do a quarter of a pullup. My standing broad jump was 190cm. i could do a max of 34 situps in a minute. My shuttle run was 11.5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... i can complete my 2.4km run in less than 12 minutes. i can do 3 pullups. my standing broad jump is about 210-216. doing 40 situps a minute is no problems. my shuttle run is still about 11.3, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is : its still not good enough to pass out as a fire fighter. i'm still failing my IPPT, badly. all my friends have improved enough to pass, except me. but you know what? it doesn't affect me anymore. I've done my best, and that's all i can do. i've trained whenever possible, and gone through a lot of pain, and physically improved far beyond what i could have done if i hadn't gone to firefighter course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to God for sending me there, and i'll continue to strive to improve my physical fitness regardless of whether or not i pass out as a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, after so long training as a firefighter, i've developed something i would like to call facemask-o-phobia. As firefighters, we are required to use something called a BA(Breathing Apparatus) set. Now, the air cylinder itself is very heavy, about 12 kg or so. But what really sucks is the mask, which is extremely hard to breathe after some excercise. I never appreciated fresh air so much until i put on the BA set. Even worse than the BA set is the CA(chemical attack) suit. There is no cylinder, but the mask is incredibly hard to breathe. Using that suit and carrying out casualties on stretchers is really painful after a while. While these suits will save my life in the future if i become a firefighter, it still sucks to train in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... back to Singapore Idol. After watching the two most talented(though dull) singers voted out two weeks ago, and the relatively talented David Yeo voted out last week, i guess for all that bitching about America not knowing how to vote talent, we here in Singapore don't know talent either. I mean... Jerry is still in for some strange reason, even though he can't sing for nuts. But hey... i'm a fan of Silvestre anyway, so what the heck. But one thing i can't stand about the show is the judges. I can't stand them. While in American Idol i quite enjoy the judges comments, the Singapore Idol judges make Randy Jackson look like he's one of the best judges around. Dick Lee makes bad criticisms, Florence Lian praises the people she likes, Douglas O has no idea what he's saying(and neither does anyone else). At least Ken Lim makes sense. So, i've started a petition to get the Singapore Idol judges off the show for Season Two. Please post them on your blogs, and encourage your friends to sign the petition. The judges really NEED TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/SIJudges/petition.html"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/SIJudges/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109740988965400710?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109740988965400710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109740988965400710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109740988965400710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109740988965400710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109438244403186975</id><published>2004-09-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:07:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was interesting to read in Friday's LIFE section about Singapore Idol. Someone wrote in commenting about the competition and its judges. But it wasn't a nobody... it was actually Hans Erbert,&lt;strong&gt; Executive Director of EMI Music&lt;/strong&gt;, South East Asia. I was like... woah! this guy is somebody! Better listen to what he says, so i read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As someone who knows the Singapore music scene fairly well and who has heard some of the judges, my personal take is that this programme is more of a forum for four mismatched judges to promote themselves than to find real talent that will make Singapore proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see and understand that most of the judges, especially Ken Lim and Dick Lee, probably see themselves as Singapore's answer to American Idol judge Simon Cowell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they have not understood what make Cowell unique. Yes, he was straightforward and blunt, but he was never subjective, rude and more to the point, destructive. Some of the lines muttered show a bitchiness and pettiness that makes this reader wonder if they're using this programme to air their personal grievances about some of the contestants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The judges of Singapore Idol have, for whatever reason, sent a number of excellent talents packing. If any of these people wish to have a recording company give them an objective and fair listening, just tell them to send me their demos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the meantime, will Singapore Idol succeed in finding Singapore's first Pop Idol?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A winner? Yes. An idol? Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hans Erbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Executive Director&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMI Music South East Asia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read that, i was like... woah! its so true! while i only disagree with him on Ken Lim(i still think Ken Lim's comments make sense, without being rude), i have to agree with the rest. The other judges aren't really all that great, and they DID send some contestants packing. After watching the second group of the top 30, i have realised that the quality of SI just isn't there. When watching American Idol, during the group stages quite a few people stood out. They had outstanding voices, stage presence and great personality, although maybe not all at once(with the exception of Fantasia). Fantasia, Diana, La Toya... they immediately stood out in the group stages. In the previous AI, Clay, Ruben, Trenyce... they were, even in the group stages, already many times the stars that our local version have. No one has stood out for me in the group stages of SI. The best singers so far in SI, the ones with the best voices and talent, in my opinion, are already out. The three people that really stood out for me during the auditions were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : The girl who sang Fallin by Alicia Keys, but were kicked out by the judges because she 'refused to change'. She said she would change her image a little bit, but not too much. I guess i can understand the judges wanting to package her for the masses, but it was only the first audition, and her voice was superb. They should have let her go through and let the public decide if she needs to change that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: The girl who also sang an Alicia Keys song, If I ain't got You. This girl was sent by the judges to get at least 5 people who like her singing for her to go through. Now, i thought that was weird, cos in AI the judges only did things like that when the singers really sucked and needed to be brought down to earth. This girl sang well, and easily got her 5 people, and the judges let her through. Ah, well. During the top 100, she sang Christina Aguileira's Reflections from Disney's Mulan, which i thought she did a good job. But she was sent packing. She was cute, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: The last guy was the guy who sang Solitaire, but eliminated himself to help to support his family. I have full respect for this guy, and he sang a flawless Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I still watch every episode of Singapore Idol? Yes. Will i vote if i could? Yes. In group 2 i would have voted Joanna instead of Daphne, who i though was too kiddy and didn't have that great a voice. Its beyond me why Florence though she'd rock the idol world. I though Joanna was, first of all, much cuter, and sang a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI may have lousier singers, but i can still hope, and i still support David Yeo. Go reformed Ah Beng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109438244403186975?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109438244403186975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109438244403186975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109438244403186975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109438244403186975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-was-interesting-to-read-in-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109377473517126029</id><published>2004-08-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:18:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally caught Singapore Idol today. Still being a Fire Fighter trainee means that i can't be at home during the broadcast(having to stay in camp sucks). Therefore i can't vote for my favourite artiste, which this time around happens to be David Yeo. The quality of Singapore Idol was better than i expected, with the top 3 singers singing well(for my standards at least.) it was an entertaining show, and David Yeo really impressed me. His personality, with the few seconds he had on screen, really shone through. He came off as a guy eager to improve, while having fun on stage. If i could have voted, i would have voted for him. Good thing he got through to the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my only gripe about the show is the judges. With the exception of Ken Lim, everyone else doesn't give great comments. Alright... Florence Lian gives good comments every now and then. Dick Lee's comments seem to me to be evil for the sake of it. Its almost never constructive criticism, and its usually vague. He just disses the contestant and that's it. I didn't even get the "you have a long way to go, to malacca" ....????? Douglous O doesn't make sense most of the time. I'll call him the Randy Jackson of Singapore. All he ever says is that he didn't get the song, didn't feel connected to the song, didn't like the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lim is still best. All his criticisms make perfect sense, and usually suggests a way for the contestant to improve. I always agree with this guy. He's the Simon Cowell of Singapore, but less evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Singapore Idol rocks. It just sucks that it'll be over by the time i come out of my fire fighter training in october...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109377473517126029?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109377473517126029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109377473517126029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109377473517126029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109377473517126029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-finally-caught-singapore-idol-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109253552766271857</id><published>2004-08-15T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:06:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a vegetarian. Yup, a rather plumb vegetarian at that. And one thing people keep asking me in NS is that, "If you're a vegetarian, how come you're still fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... to answer all those questions once and for all, here's my simple :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Step Guide to Being a Fat Vegetarian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1 : Eat at Vegetarian stores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its true. Eat at vegetarian stores in hawker centres or food courts often, and you're guarenteed to be fat. Strangely enough, many vegetarian stores in Singapore are more unhealthy than chinese cooked food stores. For one thing, if you look at what's on offer(especially those selling rice and dishes), for some reason there is usually very few vegetable dishes. Usually, 70% of the dishes are fake meat, more often than not fried with plenty of oil, or worse, deep fried. Of course, there are a few shops who actually offer heathy vegetarian food, but they're few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2 : Potatoes (preferably deep fried)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get fat while being vegetarian, potatoes are your best friend. No, i'm not talking about steamed potatoes. I'm talking about things like french fries, wedges... deep friend, oily and full of fat. If those are not good enough for you, potatoes chips will do just as well. Eat potatoes often, and soon you'll be putting on the kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3 : Snacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacking while watching TV, or for the sake of it is a great way to get fat, even if you're a vegetarian. Snacks available to you may have been cut a lot, but there are still a wide variety. Corn snakcs, tapioca snacks... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4 : Don't Excercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what you eat, if you don't excercise, you will get fat. Especially with a diet mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109253552766271857?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109253552766271857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109253552766271857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109253552766271857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109253552766271857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-vegetarian.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109253442925707032</id><published>2004-08-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:59:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've already been i NS... lets see... 11 weeks. and one thing i've noticed is that NS guys have a strange fascination with the female vagina. Ok... maybe that's not strange(considering they're NS GUYS), but i'm not talking about the anatomy but the word. The word in hokkien, to be precise. Its only in Singapore that that part of the female anatomy is used as a swear word. Maybe i'm wrong, but no where else in the world is it used as a swear word. Used as an insult, yes. But not in mid sentence as a swear word. And no where else in Singapore is it used more than in NS. Almost everyone uses it. Some people say it every 5 words or so. Why? I have no idea. Since when has a female vagina become a vulgar word? Maybe someone can enlignten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109253442925707032?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109253442925707032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109253442925707032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109253442925707032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109253442925707032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-already-been-i-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109193150627863045</id><published>2004-08-08T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:18:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those that aren't in the know... i've been sent for a fire fighter course. so instead of POP on 11 sep, i finish my recruit training on October 24. I'm currently going through horrible training to be a fit fire fighter. And i'm not fit. I'm someone who has failed his 2.4, standing broad jump and pull ups. i can't even do a single pull up. that's how weak i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say they'll train me. They'll train me until i get a at least a silver. i'll be in pain most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, when i pass out on October 24, i'll be fitter than i ever dreamed of. and it would be worth it. it would all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my posts are getting boring, its probably cos i haven't had the chance to read news, nor get my sense of humour back inbetween training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109193150627863045?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109193150627863045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109193150627863045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109193150627863045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109193150627863045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-those-that-arent-in-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-109129180922779383</id><published>2004-08-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T00:36:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why has there been no posts for so long? Well... last week i had sunday guard duty, meaning i had to report back at camp on Sunday at 7:30. and the week before i was too lazy. I have guard duty tomorrow.. oh wait, its today. Sunday guard again for the second week in a row. Sigh. So i'm too tired right now to say much, but expect more stuff next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-109129180922779383?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/109129180922779383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=109129180922779383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109129180922779383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/109129180922779383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-has-there-been-no-posts-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108952340273069290</id><published>2004-07-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T13:23:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is now a new Charlie company. Strangely enough, the letters of complaints seem to have united the 3 platoons. Early this week, we collectively decided to do everything the PTIs give us the fastest and best we can, to be encouraging to each other and shout louder than any company. Well... the encouraging part only lasted about half an hour, before people who sabo get scolded again, but the rest stayed. We yelled, we ran, we jumped. The PTI was surprised, considering Charlie was never this united before. The PTI asked us if we wanted tough training or easy. At first only half put up the hands for tough, then the rest followed. Seriously, if you're in the minority that said you wanted easy training, you're so going to get it in the bunk. So we got back our tough training for Charlie company! At the end of it, the PTI said that even though people complained, if we wanted tough training we would get it. He suggested wiping the slate clean, and starting anew. If anyone was not feeling well or couldn't take the training, he is welcome to sit it out, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song bo. At the end of the week, 27 people disrupted from Charlie company.(meaning they passed their IPPT and get a 3 week break. people like me, who after 4 weeks still can't do a single pull-up, will probably stay all 7 weeks then continue with our 6 week BRT training). 27. less than 20 disrupted from Alpha, the same goes for Bravo. So officially, Charlie had the most number of fit people! Surprise, surprise! Charlie is good now. Power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108952340273069290?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108952340273069290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108952340273069290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108952340273069290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108952340273069290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-is-now-new-charlie-company.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108890585424794715</id><published>2004-07-04T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T09:59:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are we little p******? Are we weak idiots just because we get easy training? Are you better than me just because you got tougher training? Sometimes when i talk to people, i get the feeling that they look down on me because i'm getting easy training. So you went through hell in BMT... just because i'm not going through as crazy a hell as you did does not mean i'm less of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tough' training is relative. If you've gone though BMT donkey years ago, that'll be tough training to you. If you've gone though BMT 5 years ago, which is definitely less tough than BMT 20 years ago, that'll be tough training to you. If you, like me, are going through Civil Defence right now(i mean the training before the people complained), the training there will be tough to you. Why? Because you've never experienced something so physical before in your life, and have to push yourself to your physical limit. The people in BMT push themselves to their limit, as do the people in BRT. People faint in BMT, and people faint in BRT. Its just that those in BMT have their physical limits expanded faster than thsoe in BRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMT training is tough, BRT training is also tough. Don't try to tell someone in CD that the training is easy, because it never is. Will i be able to handle it if i had been sent to BMT instead? i'm sure i would have. Why wouldn't i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a little update on the situation. The PTIs are training Alpha and Bravo company tough again, while Charlie is still given special treatment. However, my platoon has complained to our Platoon Commander, and he spoke to the PTI. So the PTIs give us special tough training when he trains us as a platoon, but not as a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm proud of my platoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108890585424794715?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108890585424794715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108890585424794715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108890585424794715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108890585424794715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/07/are-we-little-p-are-we-weak-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108832172604742911</id><published>2004-06-27T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T15:35:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And, praise God, i'm out of the second week in a row! No problems so far from my officers regarding the Sabbath. The miracles are at work every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... and there's always a but... there has been a big problem going on in the camp. You see, ever since a few years ago, the civil defence has undergone a change. Civil Defence has always been known to everybody as being more slack than army, the punishments less severe and the officers not as evil. And its true. Even in the past, many years ago, civil defence was tough, but never as tough as the army. When i first entered civil defence, it was hard, but i endured. Not as tough as army, but the transition from civilian life to uniform life still takes some adjusting. The excercises(3 times a day because we're unfit people in Physical Training Phase) were difficult because i'm not used to it, but ultra-slack as compared to years ago and the army, so i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my muscles began to ache, but i was getting used to it. By the second week, i was more or less used to life in the Civil Defence, and i didn't really hate it. It helped me get fit, but didn't torture or humiliate me as much as the army would have. Not to say, of course, i enjoyed it more than i would working or studying. I don't like it THAT much to want to do it long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was getting to know people, getting to know my instructors etc. Most of the instructors are very nice people, and my corporal is one of the nicest guys around. Definitely much better than army. Then came the big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday night, Charlie Company(my company) got called to the Multi Purpose Hall. There the commander of the camp, the guy with the highest rank, asked us about our training. Most of us said it was tough, but we can take it. He asked us how many pushups we did, and some malays said many many pushups, and many many more to go. Which was all right, but the commander asked for specifics. Then some people stood up and recounted the number of pushups done during training. The only problem being... some of them lied about it. They said that they did more than 20 at the swimming pool, when in actualy fact it was only 10.(all of you who have gone through army, shush. i know its slack, but its not like anybody actually wants to do more pushups. Its CD, anyway. we have no choice) Even for CD 10 pushups is very easy already. Then a few people complained some more about the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Commanding Officer(guy in charge of charlie company) talked to us after that, and some people complained some more. The commanding officer said that those instructors weren't following instructions, and he would talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the morning excercise was slack. And I MEAN easy. We did like a maximum of 60 jumping jacks, 10 burpees, and a few other excercises, but ZERO PUSHUPS then ran two rounds around the parade square, approximately 400 metres per round. Almost nobody broke out in sweat. It was easier than secondary school training. Everyone was shocked. During physical training later, we found out why. The physical training instructors(PTI)s had been scolded by the higher ups. Apparently two people complained separately to the camp commander, totally disregarding the hierarchy. You don't just go straight to talk to the camp commander. You talk to your sergeant, then if you're not satisfied up to your platoon commander, then company commander, then go higher up. Not straight to the camp commander. Even worse, another guy called his mother, who actually drove down to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PTIs were given a firm warning, and if they ever did not follow the book again and 'torture' us, they'd be sent to detention barracks(hell on earth. army detention barracks is hell in hell. both are much worse than prison). The PTIs now treat all of us like children. The give ultra easy training. BUT, they say they will be very, very strict when it comes to our NAPFA test. And without tough training, how are we to pass our NAPFA? i definitely can't, even if i run every night, training pullups and situps. The Physical Training lessons are also not fun anymore. In the past, even though the training was tougher, the PTIs really cared for our training. They did not go to the extremes, neither did they go easy on us. They would joke around with us, and i tell you PTIs can be very, very fun people, even if you're only a recruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they wear a black face to every PT lesson. They don't care about the training, they just follow the book to the letter. They make sarcastic remarks like, "Don't run, don't run. What if you fall down and break your bone? Welfare, welfare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, all other companies are very angry with Charlie company. My platoon is very angry with platoon 8 and 9, the platoons where the people who compalined came from. Right now, all they're doing is wasting our time with such easy training. I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, in 3 months time, i'll have my Passing Out Parade, where i finish my BRT(Basic Rescue Training. not BMT, which is for the army). THEN, i'll be very happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108832172604742911?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108832172604742911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108832172604742911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108832172604742911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108832172604742911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-praise-god-im-out-of-second-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108769955307907858</id><published>2004-06-20T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:46:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And BEHOLD!!! I'm back for the weekend!!! Booked out of camp at 12:50 yesterday. How's the first week of camp, you ask? well, its been great so far, but its still only the first week. I expect the second week to be hell on earth, so.. yeah. But hey, whatever they throw at me, i'll be doing my best to comply with all demands. Last week, i have managed to most of what they threw at me. My pushups were ultra bad, considering when i flex my muscles there's absolutely no bumps. But still, i tried my best, and managed to hold my own. I am luckily not the worst in my company, though i will say i bring up the bottom of the averagely unfit people. The fit gruop Malays with six pacts and ability to do 12+ pullups but are there because they didn't bother to take their NAPFA test(I could never understand that. They ALREADY are fit, and can pass their NAPFA without problems. but decide to skip their test and enter 7 weeks early). The averagely unfit group failed 1-2 portions of the NAPFA(*cough*edwinonlyfailedsitandreachand&lt;br /&gt;nowthereisnositandreachinNSmuahahahah&lt;br /&gt;soheissufferingfornothing*cough*). i bring up the bottom of the averagely fit because i failed pull-ups, 2.4km run. I could have passed my shuttle run, but i dropped the little weight thing. then there's the ultra-unfit group, who never do excercise in their life. So, at least i'm glad to know i'm not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was also a very trying week for Edwin, Linus and me. When we talked to our instructors, they refused to let us have our Sabbath off, so we went one step up to our platoon commander. Each platoon commander refused to let us off, as we found out in nightly meetings at the phone booths when we are free. Then each of us went one step up to our commanding officer, to the same response. Seventh-Day Adventists are not allowed to worship and keep their sabbath during training. After many talks with our superiors, we found out that we had to make a decision : either we keep our sabbath, thus defying orders with the option of being sent to detention barracks(which is worse than hell on earth), OR we comply with our superiors, taking the easy way out, listen to them and disobey God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like an easy decision, but believe me its not. I was confused, and very, very frightened. The picture they painted was horrible, and the three of us were scared like hell. After a long discussion with Faith and Nathaniel, we decided to take the stand and defy our officers. We were prepared to take whatever comes, whatever they give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next the day the 3 of us went down during the morning excercise training and talked to our physical training instructor(PTI). At first, it was bad. We explained what seventh-day adventists were, and politely requested that he let us off. He ask us what our platoon commander said, and we told him all 3 of platoon commander and commanding officers said no.(oh, by the way, the 3 of us are in 3 different companies, Edwin is in Alpha, Linus in Bravo and i'm in Charlie) He said he needed to follow their instructions, and couldn't let us off. We explained to him that our sabbath is very important to us, an we want to keep it, and are willing to do anything. Then, a miracle happened. By the power of the God, the PTI just told us to stand one side while he trained the rest for a while. Then he talked to us and asked us what we wanted him to do. We requested to have training off on Saturday, and he said all right, but he will train us extra hard on weekdays(something i'm not looking forward to). Then he let us sit one corner. Talk about God's hand working. We could really feel the prayers of everyone. We quickly went off to one side, and knelt down and thanked God for working such a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was a miracle as well. During area cleaning, all 3 of us requested if we can not do area cleaning because its out sabbath. None of our superiors got angry, and allowed us to sit and worship at one side. During the next excercise that day, all our superiors allowed us to do the same thing. Any pushups our platoon/company had to do, they allowed us to pay them back during the week. At the end of the day, they let us go off at the same time as everyone else, without penalising us for keeping our sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen God work so miraculously before. Never. This is truely a miracle. I am in awe and amazement at what God can do. All 3 of us have grown tremendously during this weekend. The decision to stand for the sabbath was one of the hardest decisions any of us had to make, with possibly one of the worst consequences any of us have ever faced. Some of us, including me, were almost worried and scared to tears. But the consequences didn't materialise, and we were let off. God is truely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in the first week. All we can do now is pray that the same will happen on the second week, and the third and so on. It's all up to the corporals, seargents, drill instructors and PTIs to whether they will let us off. Pray for us, please. We need your prayers. For all that prayed, thank you so much. We still need them this week. Whatever comes our way, we will stand for God and not waver. By God's strength there is nothing we cannot do. For if God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you. &lt;br /&gt;It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 Corinthians 4 : 7-18&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108769955307907858?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108769955307907858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108769955307907858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108769955307907858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108769955307907858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-behold-im-back-for-weekend-booked.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108720873777851459</id><published>2004-06-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:25:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come tomorrow 11am, i shall begin my NS life. I shall have my hair cut, and excercise like crazy. Good thing, though, is i'll hopefully get rid of my potbelly while i'm in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108720873777851459?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108720873777851459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108720873777851459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108720873777851459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108720873777851459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/come-tomorrow-11am-i-shall-begin-my-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108709874814317563</id><published>2004-06-13T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T11:52:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to post my frustrations on friday, but i reached home too late. Anyway, the year will never be complete until the Singapore soccer team has been thrashed by a team from who knows where. Behold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/20607.asp"&gt;Singapore thrashed 7-0 by Oman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. the joy of it!! But wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/20612.asp"&gt;Singapore soccer is actually moving UPWARDS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the fact that we just had our biggest defeat in 30 years to someone who &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/en/mens/statistics/index/0,2548,Al,00.html?select11=All&amp;cmbMonth=May&amp;cmbYear=2004"&gt;isn't even ranked FIFA!&lt;/a&gt; Singapore is ranked 110 is the fifa rankings, and Oman didn't even make it to the top 200!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prof Ho stressed that the latest defeat was merely a setback in Singapore's quest towards football excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since becoming FAS president two months ago, people have been asking me where Singapore football and the S-League are heading. My view is that it is moving forward and upward," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all disappointed with the result. But to all our fans, let me say that no campaign is without its disappointments," said the FAS chief, speaking at the sponsorship launch between SMRT and the S-League at Bukit Batok Bus Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Ho added: "But still, why we lost and how we lost are key questions we at the FAS will have to reflect on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must ask: Did all the players give 110 per cent and play intelligently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon, I will also host monthly tea sessions with fans and volunteers at our Jalan Besar headquarters to get more feedback. All this to ensure we all work towards a bright future for Singapore football." Stanley Ho&lt;br /&gt;stanley@newstoday.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon, I will also host monthly tea sessions with fans and volunteers at our Jalan Besar headquarters to get more feedback. All this to ensure we all work towards a bright future for Singapore football."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions like did the players give 110 % and play intelligently??? Organising monthly TEA SESSIONS to get feedback? Deh! You're supposed to be a football expert here! you're the freaking FAS president!!! and you're asking fans for feedback, and asking questions like that? it is a very gloomy day in Singapore soccer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT on a brighter note, Karen has started a blog, so lets all go spam her chatterbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilurvemylife.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ilurvemylife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108709874814317563?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108709874814317563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108709874814317563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108709874814317563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108709874814317563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-wanted-to-post-my-frustrations-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108676827359791672</id><published>2004-06-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:04:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and BEHOLD, my blog is changed. I said i'd never bother to change the look of my blog... too bloody lazy. And i still am. Faith changed it for me, so thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108676827359791672?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108676827359791672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108676827359791672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108676827359791672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108676827359791672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-behold-my-blog-is-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108676384427357370</id><published>2004-06-09T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:50:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog wants to know what blockquotes will look like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Faith is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is kind.&lt;br /&gt;Ask her to tweak any more blogs&lt;br /&gt;and she'll go out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no she's just kidding.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108676384427357370?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108676384427357370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108676384427357370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108676384427357370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108676384427357370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-blog-wants-to-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108675964798958017</id><published>2004-06-09T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:40:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is going through an extreme makeover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108675964798958017?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108675964798958017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108675964798958017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108675964798958017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108675964798958017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-blog-is-going-through-extreme.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108674506182774916</id><published>2004-06-09T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T09:37:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starhub is cool. I love starhub now. They just added some new features that allow you to check out news, lottery etc. but the best of which is the movies. Just by keying in the movie title, they send you ALL the timings of that movie for the day itself! I got 13 smses telling me when harry potter is showing at ALL cinemas today! Shiok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108674506182774916?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108674506182774916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108674506182774916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108674506182774916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108674506182774916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/starhub-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108670619791861779</id><published>2004-06-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:08:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a HUGE Clay Aiken fan. Very huge. I bought his cd the day it came out. I remember when Ruben Studdard got voted American Idol, i was like... What's up with that man? Clay sings so much better, has a better personality, blah blah blah. Then again, as his fan, i'm biased. The latest single from Kimberly Locke(American Idol 2 Second Runner Up) has Clay singing on it. You can download a live version of it from &lt;a href="http://www.kimberleylocke.org/multimedia/anaheim.wmv"&gt;http://www.kimberleylocke.org/multimedia/anaheim.wmv&lt;/a&gt;(right click, save target as). Clay and Kimberly sing really well on it. Really well. Then we compare it to Ruben Studdard's soon to be released single : &lt;a href="http://www.rubenstuddard.com/rubenmain.html"&gt;http://www.rubenstuddard.com/rubenmain.html&lt;/a&gt;(on his home page there's a little post it note. click on What If, his latest single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, comparing these two singles, Clay and Kimberly are way ahead of the American Idol winner. They sing better, have better stage presence, and it shows in their album sales, which are way more than Ruben's. Honestly, Ruben's the only American Idol that actually GOT WORSE after the show. Correction... Justin Guarini got worse too. Justin who? my point exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108670619791861779?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108670619791861779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108670619791861779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108670619791861779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108670619791861779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-huge-clay-aiken-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108669473846674182</id><published>2004-06-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:38:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the telecom company you subscribe to has decided to hike the prices of SMSes. Now, you can't send unlimited smses for the price of NZ$10(S$10.60). Dang... so what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.news.yahoo.com/040602/5/1ipxe.html"&gt;Send 80,000 SMSs to Protest of course!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. seriously, if you're mad at the company, why not just notch up a NZ$16,000(S$17,000) bill while you're at it? Why, is there any other way better to get even with a company than that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108669473846674182?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108669473846674182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108669473846674182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108669473846674182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108669473846674182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-telecom-company-you-subscribe-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108667966889604193</id><published>2004-06-08T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T15:27:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was an ICQ fan, through and through. I never liked MSN, never bothered to use it. Then, all of a sudden, almost everyone i knew was using MSN. So, i complied and downloaded it. Now my only gripe is that EVERYONE CHANGES THEIR NICKNAMES SO FREAKING OFTEN!!! If you don't remember their e-mail addresses, you won't be able to keep track of who is who... why can't everyone be like me, and use but ONE nickname.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108667966889604193?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108667966889604193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108667966889604193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108667966889604193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108667966889604193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-was-icq-fan-through-and-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108660375809699588</id><published>2004-06-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:22:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday night i had one of the best stayovers in my life. Its probably a record number of people for a stayover at Faith's place, and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we had a combined youth, where someone talked about Christian dating. Apparently dating is NOT FOR TEENAGERS. I'm gonna be 20 in october, so that makes it all right for me to date i guess, but i gotta find someone older cos anyone younger would be a teenager. Then after the combined youth(where we got to see karen and shannon, who pontang(skipped) their camp. the evil creatures), i had to head down to my grandmother's place for dinner then rush back to Faith's place. I wolfed down my dinner, said goodbye to my relatives, went home to bath and took a bus down to faith's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached in the middle of a pictionary game, and joined a team. I was surprised at the number of people who were staying over! w00t! I love pictionary, its one of my favourite games. So we played a little, then the time was 10:30. OH CRAP!! ENGLAND VERSES ICELAND!! so, amid much protests from my teammates, i ran off to watch england verse iceland. England played well(final score 6-1) i caught two goals then got called out for a mini worship session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worship was good, especially with so many people present. After that, we went on to a little thing called the Hot Seat. If you've never heard of the Hot Seat, its where a person sits on a designated seat known as the Hot Seat. When on that seat, he/she is not allowed to say anything. Everyone will then say positive things to that person. For example, if i'm sitting there, someone might say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christon, you are one of the hottest people i know. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... probably not. they'd say something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christon, i admire your *insert compliment here*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each person had his turn. I almost cried at mine, and Faith(without fail at each Hot Seat) cried. Like the traditions of all hot seats, it ended at 3am +, with a few people knocked out. However, sleepy as we were, almost everyone refused to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Lionel, "The only fun we had was Pictionary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After blowing up beds and jumping on them a few times, a few of us(after convincing the sleepy Ang Mo with a huge car to go with us) went off to Jalan Kayu for prata. It was great, singing along with the radio with the Ang Mo actually stepped on the brakes in rhythm with the song. Prata was good(though small). Some people blew $4.50 on bannana prata, but it was good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prata, we went for a spin through Punggol. the Ang Mo's car was powerful, and had a square hole in the roof(i have no idea what you call it), so people took turns standing up and feeling the powerfulness of the wind. We went through a spooky road to Punggol Jetty, where JD starting spooking himself out by talking about bodies in trees and stuff(some people were none to happy about tha). After finding Punggol Jetty unaccessable, we went off to Punggol Marina, before heading back to Faith's place. i want a car like the ang mo's. Who cares about ferarri's and porches and BMWs. a car that can carry a lot of screaming youths and one auntie with a hole in the roof is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed back to Faith's place. Sophia had a little stomach upset, but she was soon all right. So we talked and laughed and jumped on beds some more until about 6am when we started to doze off one by one. I was enjoying my sleep, when JD woke me up and we started singing and woke the rest of the guys up. the girls had a room to themselves, while the guys slept in the hall, so some of the girls could sleep. After most of the people woke up, we got the TV ROOM(the girls were sleeping in the tv room, and they slept so early... grumble grumble)! So we caught some MTVs, then Finding Nemo, then more MTVs before everyone packed up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleepovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108660375809699588?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108660375809699588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108660375809699588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108660375809699588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108660375809699588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-saturday-night-i-had-one-of-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108606084831193772</id><published>2004-06-01T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:34:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a FREAKING HUGE WASP in my room. And when i saw FREAKING HUGE i mean FREAKING HUGE... Its bigger than my middle finger... the moment i saw it, i ran like hell. I screamed and ran out of my room, and slammed shut the transparent(thank God its glass sliding door. The FREAKING HUGE WASP flew slowly around my room for a while, stopping at the door for a moment, looking FREAKING HUGE!!!! It buzzed around some more, then went ON MY BED!!! Now, my room is very messy, There's clothes on the floor, books and papers all over the place. Beside my bed there's a curtain. Its like wasp hiding paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after ten minutes of tense scanning the room through my glass door, i realised that the FREAKING HUGE WASP is hiding somewhere... the evil creature, plotting my death. I opened the door slowly and popped my head in and looked around. No sign of the FREAKING HUGE WASP. So i cauciously tip toed into my room, grabbed the insecticide, then ran out again. After about a minute of scanning the room, satisfied that the wasp wasn't going to kill me, i entered again. Taking the insecticide in one hand, i looked around. My brother by now had come to see what the comotion was. He handed me a bamboo stick(the ones used to hang clothes) to poke around my bed. But first, i started spraying around. I sprayed my bed, the curtains, my books, my clothes... you name it, they all now smell of HUNTER Lemon scent insecticide. Then i started poking around. I hit my bed, i hit my curtain, my books, my clothes... nothing. The vile monster was just keeping still in some corner of my room, laughing at me while i tried to find it. Just waiting for me to give up, before flying out of its hiding place and stinging me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i poked and i poked. I sprayed some more. But still... nothing. i sprayed under my bed, on my chair, behind my cuboard... nothing. No sign of the fiend. After another ten minutes, i gave up. Sitting back at my chair, i started playing my games again, but in fear. I put the insecticide next to me, ready to spray should the spawn of satan try to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the phone in my room to my brother, telling him that if the wasp should sting me to death, he will hear my screams, close the door and call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i die, i die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108606084831193772?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108606084831193772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108606084831193772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108606084831193772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108606084831193772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/theres-freaking-huge-wasp-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108605672332987447</id><published>2004-06-01T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:25:23.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=ZMMXRLMONSKROCRBAELCFEY?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=5288141"&gt;He Broke Into the Hotel in Self-Defense?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A member of Greenland's local parliament charged with breaking into a hotel and stealing liquor will plead "self-defense" because it was cold outside, national KNR radio reported on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Jensine Berthelsen of the liberal Atassut party said she had had to force her way into the hotel in the west coast town of Sisimiut. "It was cold and there was no other way to get in," she told the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police gave her the choice of a fine or going to court and Berthelsen opted for a trial. "If I pay the fine it amounts to declaring myself guilty, and I don't think I am," she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... you gotta love people like that. Claiming their not guilty after breaking into a hotel and stealing liquor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my blog has been updated less frequently, with less news and comments. In the past i used to be able to find a pun for most news stories i comment on, but lately i've been busy.. Doing what? Well... doing nothing. Hey, doing nothing is a lot! Just ask Garfield. I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108605672332987447?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108605672332987447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108605672332987447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108605672332987447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108605672332987447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/06/he-broke-into-hotel-in-self-defense.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108588831235262072</id><published>2004-05-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T11:42:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i can say with great pride that i can say that two of my greatest friends have become baptised members of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... isn't that a cult? That doesn't believe in the bible, but in Ellen G White? A church with believes they are the only ones to be saved, thus calling themselves the remnant church? Don't they believe that they are superior to every other church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. We believe in the Bible, and nothing else. We believe that people who don't go to the Adventist church will be saved, that's up to God, not us. We are the Remnant church, not because we're the only ones to be saved, but the ones with the Truth. Doesn't every church believe THEY have the truth anyway? Else why would there be so many denominations? And by no means are we superior to other churches, deh, there are some churches that are more passionate than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, confirming that we are not a cult, Edwin and Brian, its been an honour being your friend and youth leader. You two have taught me so much, i'm forever grateful you have come into our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being Edwin and Brian, its not possible to have a 'normal' baptism. While most baptisms are quiet, solemn occasions, i believe Edwin and Brian made it what it's supposed to be, a celebration of two people dedicating their lives to God, showing the world they're not ashamed to be called Christians, Seventh-Day Adventist Christians. I have never in my life seen two people more happy to be seen in their baptismal gowns. I have never seen two people smile more on stage while being baptised. Usually the people are looking at the ground. They're happy to be Christians, and it showed on their faces. I'm proud of you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Jimmy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity, Take it, ITS YOURS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108588831235262072?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108588831235262072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108588831235262072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108588831235262072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108588831235262072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-i-can-say-with-great-pride-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108570859700115517</id><published>2004-05-28T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T09:43:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogs all over the world will be saying that Fantasia won, and whether they agree or not. Well.. i'll say i agree. I've never liked Fantasia. Since the first time i saw her, i didn't like her style of songs. I never planned on buying her CD, thoug i would buy a Diana, La Toya or Jasmine CD. I've always been a ballad person, which is why i'm such a big Clay Aiken fan. Which i feel cheated, by the way, cos he just released his enhanced album for the same price as the first album, but contains TWO extra songs and a VCD. i feel so cheated. Anyway, good job to Fantasia. After i heard her sing I Believe, i may just buy it. It says something if you can convince someone who doesn't like your genre of music to buy your CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand Ruben Studdard now. His song What If was boring to be with a capital B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108570859700115517?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108570859700115517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108570859700115517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108570859700115517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108570859700115517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/blogs-all-over-world-will-be-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108562184175129958</id><published>2004-05-27T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T09:37:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Fantasia and Diana sang their hearts out yesterday. I love Diana, i like her style of singing more than Fantasia's soul music. I thought Diana was brilliant on her first two songs, her rendition of I Believe was beatiful. Fantasia started off badly, but then sang, for the 3rd time, a wonderful version of Summertime. THEN she sang her version of I Believe, which blew me away. It was like... WOW. What i didn't get is this.. why the heck did the producers make both finalists sing the same song? Why why why? They're making the winner release I Believe as her first single, but they didn't have to make them BOTH sing the song. Fantasia's version, in my opinion, was much more special than Diana. But that's just me, i would have voted for Diana anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the drink companies? First Pepsi comes up with Pepsi Twist, pepsi with lemon. Then Coke comes up with Coke Lemon(i forget what its called). Then Sprite comes up with Sprite Ice. Now 7up comes up with 7up ice. Eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108562184175129958?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108562184175129958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108562184175129958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108562184175129958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108562184175129958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-fantasia-and-diana-sang-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108546586726222547</id><published>2004-05-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:17:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://saorsa.net/images/20050.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108546586726222547?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108546586726222547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108546586726222547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108546586726222547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108546586726222547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108544605371050921</id><published>2004-05-25T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:47:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, in the forum pages, there's someone complaining about the smses on American Idol and how it shows Singaporeans in a bad light. And i agree, many of the smses are absolutely horrible. But one thing i don't agree with. She's complaining on the bad english, and how it teaching children bad english. That we should not be showing ourselves as a country that is unable to use good english. Its SMS!!! Who bothers to use proper english in an SMS??? it so troublesome. She cites examples as using 4 for for and stuff. Standard SMS language. What's up with that? Nobody care about using proper english in smses. well... almost nobody. I usually spell out my smses properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some minister in Malaysia opened his big mouth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you cannot fight rape, better lie down and enjoy it." Mr Roselan Juhar said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, a whole bunch of women were outraged. His response? He said he was quoting the Chinese sage, Confucius, and claimed it was misconstued or misinterpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did apologise for the remark. It could be in bad taste but i did not mean for it to sound like that." He later said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Confucius said something like that??? I never knew.And i also didn't know that there was a way to say that without it being in bad taste..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108544605371050921?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108544605371050921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108544605371050921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108544605371050921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108544605371050921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/yesterday-in-forum-pages-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108510642546483776</id><published>2004-05-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:38:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Jasmine's finally out. Lots of people gotta be happy. hehe... lots of Singaporeans will be happy, judging from the stupid smses that keep getting sent. For goodness sake, PLEASE STOP THE SMSES, CHANNEL 5!!! It just shows how STOOOPID we singaporeans are, how mean and how racist we can be. I couldn't believe it when i saw an sms telling Fantasia to go back to her abusive boyfriend and leave the finals to Jasmine and Diana!!!! What's up with that?? So many racist, idiotic and mean smses being sent. I cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its going to be a great final, with Diana and Fantasia, both of whom can sing twice as well as Ruben Studdard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did you know Fantasia's only NINETEEN?? and she's a mother of a two year old? I always thought she was 25 or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taped Average Joe(it goes on during the same time as American Idol XD). I've been following it since the first episode last week, and i have to say i like the show. I've gotten bored of bachelor, bachelorette, blah blah blah and all other copycat shows. For Love of Money 2 caught my eye, it was interesting with more twists than any other dating show i've seen. But Average Joe, where they get nerds, fat and ugly people to compete for the heart of a beautiful girl is by far the most interesting for me. Seeing 'normal' people fighting for a girl is much more interesting. You get to see so much more character, as compared to a ton of hot guys showing off their bodies making out with an equally hot girl. So far its been very interesting in Average Joe, with the hot girl beginning to 'fall' for some of the guys. But what gets even more interesting is that next week, 6 hot guys join the remaining 6 average guys to fight for the hot girl's heart. Man, this is what reality TV is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, for those who have watched Troy, mrbrown has found one of the best summaries of what went on in the movies. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cleolinda/99710.html#cutid1"&gt;Troy in 15 minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got one for van helsing, but i haven't watched the movie so i'm not reading that one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108510642546483776?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108510642546483776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108510642546483776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108510642546483776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108510642546483776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-jasmines-finally-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108502611577614244</id><published>2004-05-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:08:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a tradition. You see, every three months or so i try to donate blood. I've been donating since i was 16, about 11 times already. So yesterday i went to donate blood. And i have a tradition when donating blood. See, i love milo. I'll take it in almost any form : iced, hot, whatever. Milo Beng(ice milo) from the hawker center, ice milo from McDonalds, Burger King, KFC, Milo in a can, Milo in a packet... So after donating blood and i get a choice of free milo, coffee, tea, barley or chrysentenum(how do you spell that?), of course i choose milo.&lt;br /&gt;And EVERY time i drink hot milo after donating blood, i ALWAYS scald my tongue, thus losing the function of half my tastebuds for the rest of thd day. When i drink hot milo any other time, its fine. But for some reason, whenever i drink it after donating blood, i'm always too impatient and scald my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jasmine, Diana and Fantasia perform yesterday. They did well, except for Jasmine. I thought her final song was all right, but not great, which is what is supposed to be happening now. Sometimes i feel sorry for Jasmine. Week after week she does her best, and week after week she gets criticised by the judges and scolded by Americans after they keep her in. In yesterday's episode she sang a song, got extemely bad comments, then sang another, and got worse comments, then sang the last song, and got very bad comments from simon. Simon said she &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to go out this week, and i will say i agree. As much as i'm a huge jasmine fan(seriously, i'd buy her album), Diana and Fantasia sing better. And she'd endure so much more criticism and insults should she stay at the expense of one of them. You know, maybe she'd have a career in TV... she sure is cute enough in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108502611577614244?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108502611577614244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108502611577614244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108502611577614244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108502611577614244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-have-tradition.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108476827571076621</id><published>2004-05-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T12:33:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/topstories/story/0,4386,251334,00.html"&gt;Teacher accused of airing pornographic videos in class&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A MARRIED teacher is facing an investigation after a female student complained to the Education Ministry that he had shown pornographic videos during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of her classmates, whom The Straits Times contacted, alleged their teacher had been airing the videos since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim that he would turn off the lights and close the door and windows before playing the video clips, which had been downloaded onto his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is alleged to have told his students that he wanted them to relax and take their minds off work for a while, and shown clips lasting for up to 45 minutes as a 'treat' at least three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male student, 17, said: 'Our class is made up of mainly boys who obviously enjoy the show, but the girls are not so comfortable with it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle also alleged that the teacher offered to give her the answers to the mid-year examinations when she told him that she wanted to quit because she could not manage the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claimed to have told him 'that there was no point in getting a certificate without really understanding what I'm supposed to learn.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Straits Times contacted the teacher, he said he had been given strict instructions by his school not to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But I will clear my name,' he added.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. showing pornographic videos in class, you say? Now THATS daring. But i'm sure that it really took the student's minds off work and helped them to relax, so the teacher got that right... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina Lau, a middle aged actress, had her breasts touched by a caucasian executive. But later she said she forgave him, cos he's just 'being warm'. Wow.. if being warm means touching t3h boobies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108476827571076621?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108476827571076621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108476827571076621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108476827571076621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108476827571076621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/teacher-accused-of-airing-pornographic.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108471428745220192</id><published>2004-05-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:31:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... boy am I tired... after a Saturday of walking(4 hours worth, can you belive it? and carrying a heavy bag, too), i went to my class chalet where i hardly slept at night. Comming home today, i slept a bit before heading down to Karate class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the walk was VERY fun(though it got rather painful towards the end), the swim and dinner at the Gerbers was fun, there were more good looking girls in a place than i've seen in a long time. It was probably the first time at a Jabez outing that the girls actually OUTNUMBERED the guys. It was amazing. I hope that happens more often. The chalet was good, met up with some very good classmates. We talked soccer for about an hour before sleeping. I miss having someone i can talk about soccer with for hours on end. The closest in Jabez is Jimmy, but even he can't talk soccer for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather sucks. Its so hot i probably sweated twice as much during Karate class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108471428745220192?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108471428745220192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108471428745220192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108471428745220192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108471428745220192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108450070872752341</id><published>2004-05-14T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T10:11:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Toya London's out. The arguably best singer of the competition is out, and Jasmine Trias is still in. What's gonna happen? People all over the world will be complaining and blaming Jasmine for La Toya's outing. But hey.. its hot her fault, just like it wasn't John Steven's fault that people kept him in ahead of Jennifer Hudson! America voted, and Jasmine gets all the insults and stuff. Being called no talent, staying through on a pretty face.. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Jasmine fan, and i would be her album should it come out. I like her voice, she's just ultra inconsistent. I say don't blame Jasmine. She expected to go out, it showed in her face. When she was voted in, she almost cried. She knew she was supposed to be in the bottom 2. You could see the guilt on her face. The poor girl. I hope she sings well next week to justify her being in the top 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108450070872752341?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108450070872752341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108450070872752341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108450070872752341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108450070872752341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/la-toya-londons-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108441731920449705</id><published>2004-05-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:01:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whose Line is it Anyway, one of my favourite shows in the world. If you've never heard of it, boy you're missing a lot. Its one of the funniest improvisation shows on the planet. And one of the best parts of Whose Line is it Anyway is the Hoedown, where they sing on a topic. And, i've found a website that has TONS of hoedowns, over a hundred for download, from both the UK and US version since the beginning of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hoedownsite/downloads.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/hoedownsite/downloads.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. EVERY hoedown is funny! They're mp3 files, so if you're using broadband, it'll take less than a minute to download each hoedown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108441731920449705?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108441731920449705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108441731920449705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108441731920449705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108441731920449705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/whose-line-is-it-anyway-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108437213224865122</id><published>2004-05-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:28:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You thought Singapore was the only country where National Service for couples means making babies for the country? Well... think again! Our neighbor down south is doing it too!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=L0FRJ4X5W3YAICRBAELCFFA?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=5105972"&gt;Do It for Your Country &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not alone, people, we're not alone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108437213224865122?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108437213224865122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108437213224865122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108437213224865122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108437213224865122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-thought-singapore-was-only-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108425282263195109</id><published>2004-05-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T13:20:22.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women can be vicious creatures. Its true, especially when it comes to divorce. Ray Parlour's wife wants HALF of his salary for maintainence, even though she's neither poor nor in need. The court, at the point of her divorce, awarded her two houses worth 3 million dollars, a $750,000 lump sum as well as a $750,000 a year maintenance. So basically, she's getting $62,000 a month for dong absolutely nothing. This is not even including their children's maintenance, its solely for her. But is she happy? No.... she's not happy at all. She claims that her husband found playing for Arsenal more important than her family, and she had supported him and played a big part in him doing so well. So she wants 1.3 million dollars a year, exactly 50% of Ray Parlour's salary as maintence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense, i ask you, does that make sense? In the past maintenence made sense, as a lot of women were housewives and not as educated, so finding a job was difficult, and thus the man still needed to support her. Now, women like that are abusing the priviledge. Sigh. How this can happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it doesn't concern me. I'm very sure that if i ever get married, my wife will love me so much she'll never divorce me nor want my money.(she'll probably be more qualified and richer than me anyway, and i may very well ended up a house-husband.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108425282263195109?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108425282263195109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108425282263195109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108425282263195109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108425282263195109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/women-can-be-vicious-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108425215208470134</id><published>2004-05-11T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T13:22:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched Survivor All-Stars finale and reunion yesterday. It was interesting season of Survivor, i must say. Having the most famous, well-liked and notorious people from all the past Survivors was a great idea, thus ending up with one of the highest ratings for Survivor in recent years. Amber won. Good job to Amber for winning, sticking with Rob(he literally saved her from being voted out once, then he betrayed the people who helped keep Amber in the game). Good job to Rob for marrying the winner of Survivor, thus making the million bucks his too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was the highlight of the reunion for me was when Jerri walked out in the middle of the show. She had just given what i would like to call the Gladiator speech. The whole "Does this entertain you?" thing. She was griping about how this is a game, and how people are getting hurt just to entertain you all. The crowd booed her, and she left, hurt and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this. It is a game, and it is like the ancient Colloseum(how do you spell that?), where people fought against people for the sake of the entertainment of the public. Only now, instead of fighting with weapons to kill, they're fighting with the worst weapon of all : the tongue. Once again, it's all for the entertainment of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Survivor wrong? I won't say that. Richard Hatch(the original Snake and winner of Survivor 1) said this when he left : "I've been Bamboozeled! And i never saw it comming." He got voted out, betrayed badly, but he was still happy. At the Survivor Reunion, he said its a game, you have to have thick skin and not take it to heart. Lex got betrayed and voted out, but he was bitter at Rob, and said that the relationship was gone, even though they were best friends before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Hatch said it best. Its a game, and no one forced you to participate. If you participate, you should take it for what it is, a game to win a million dollars. Everyone went into the game. When Jerri played the game, she too betrayed many people, and singlehandedly orchestrated the voting out of someone by outright lying about the person, who had been very nice to her. Thus, she was badly hated by the general public even before she participated in Survivor All-Stars. She knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a choice on how you play the game, and how you come out of it. Rob chose to play the game like the backstabbing jerk that he wanted to be, and he came out of it a winner. Rupert chose to play the game without lying or backstabbing, and even though he didn't win, he came out of it a stonger and happier person. Tom was angry that he got betrayed, but after the game was over, he left his emotions with the game and was happy with Rob. Richard Hatch tried to play around with people's minds again, and it worked to a certain extent, but he was still all right when he got voted out. Lex chose to stay bitter after the game was over, stay angry. Jerri chose be bitter about the whole issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everything's a choice. In life, we either choose to let things go and be happy, or keep grudges and stay bitter. I would like to say that I choose to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108425215208470134?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108425215208470134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108425215208470134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108425215208470134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108425215208470134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/watched-survivor-all-stars-finale-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108416684527737443</id><published>2004-05-10T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:27:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mms://stream.eizodana.com/olympus/m01_hi.wmv"&gt;30 Hornets own 30,000 honey bees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it. How this can happen????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108416684527737443?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108416684527737443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108416684527737443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108416684527737443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108416684527737443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108411436218819449</id><published>2004-05-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:55:57.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In The New Paper on Sunday there are, quite appropriately, plenty of articles on mothers. Succesful  mothers, suffering mothers. There's a story about a Malay mother who's divorced her husband, living on a 2k salary with 4 kids. I'm not really sure why, but malay people always have plenty of kids(the government should learn their secret and teach it to the chinese) no matter what they're income is. i've read of couples with a stay-at-home wife and a husband earning only about 1.5k and they have like 5 kids. And they're suffering, and i'm not surprised. I guess they really love kids.. but even then, to have so many when you can't afford it is a little bit much don't you think? I'm not judging them. If they're happy, so be it. but i know that if i ever get married no way i'm having any more than 2 kids. Of course, accidents do happen, and it really is up to the woman whether she really wants to go through all that pain, getting fat and stretch marks blah blah blah. We guys just have it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.. apparently Wong Li Lin is has gotten married six months ago and is four months pregnant. Allan's Wu-man is the horrible headline that went alone with it. *shudder*. Anyway, so the beautiful girl is pregnant! What say you some slimming center signs her on after she gives birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another article in The New Paper is about a single mother who had a kid at 17. She's now 20, with a 3 yr old kid. I'm not belittling her plight, or even going to say that she had a choice whether or not to sleep with her boyfriend and this is the consequence of not practicing safe sex(or the condom spoiling). Oh wait, i said it. Oh well. But that's not my point. She is quite poor thing, having to support a kid since 17 when most girls are still in school and collecting pocket money from parents. She's struggling, and i feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.... the article also mentioned that in order to make up for the time she doesn't spend with her 3 yr old, she buys branded clothes worth TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS for her. For goodness sake, does a 3 year old kid even CARE about branded clothes? They don't even care about clothes in the first place. Man, if you're struggling on a 1k salary with a kid to support, the last thing you wanna do is buy branded clothes for your 3 yr old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108411436218819449?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108411436218819449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108411436218819449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108411436218819449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108411436218819449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-new-paper-on-sunday-there-are-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108410097020507971</id><published>2004-05-09T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:12:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! I HAVE NOT UPDATED FOR 4 DAYS!!!! I AM SORRY!! I feel so depressed because i have not updated in 4 days. I need to get rid of the guilt.. i must... I need too.. update.. now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs meself*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108410097020507971?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108410097020507971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108410097020507971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108410097020507971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108410097020507971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/argh-i-have-not-updated-for-4-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108376012978804056</id><published>2004-05-05T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:32:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The principal resigning. The hot topic of discussion among forum boards all over Singapore, and with a flurry of letters written in to the forum pages of all major newspapers. Dozens of articles writen on it(ok, maybe about ten, but still a lot). For those not in the loop, a principal hit a student with a soft cover book, then resigned. That's what happened in a nutshell. There were many more letters supporting the principal, saying how in the 'old days' when you got punished by your teacher, you went home and got whacked even more. Now, we have spoilt brats who dare their teacher to punish them, threatening to lodge a complaint, and their parents support them all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some of the writers in the Forum pages in the Straits Times, i agree that the principal had to resign. He had no choice. He lost his temper, and physical violence is a no-no nowadays. But hey, kids are becomming brats. I hear horror stories comming in in The New Paper, TODAY, STREATS about how horrible and disrespectful students are nowadays. Don't have to say my parents time... even my time in secondary school but 5 years back had much, much better discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my take is this. You don't need physical punishment to have students fear you. In San Yu, our most effective discipline master was a man by the name of Mr Kenneth Chee. Now, this man never resorted to physical punishment. But students feared him like the devil himself. When he's teaching, he's a wonderfully funny person, able to make even A Maths and Physics class interesting. But step outside the rules of the school.. and boy, you're in for it. His words probably are much more effective than a slap on the face. They can cut even the most rebellious of students, keeping them in line. I have personally seen it happen. He doesn't insult you, but the words just cut. That, my friends, is what a real teacher is about. Its someone i wanna be like if i ever become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Loos. The woman who shagged David Beckham. She is having her own 2 hour TV special comming this Saturday. What's up with that? She didn't act in any blockbuster movie.. she isn't a war hero, or a victim of some great tragedy. She didn't win any sporting events, nor is a politician. So what in the world did she do to deserve a 2 hour special? She did absolutely NOTHING but shag David Beckham, and she's earning hundreds of thousands of dollars selling her story to the tabloids and newspapers and TV interviews. Its crazy. What is the world comming to? The TV networks will buy anything nowadays. Who in the WORLD would want to watch a woman tell, for 2 hours, when, where, how and why she shagged David Beckham??? What kind of people are so perverted and kaypoh that they'll want to watch a show like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108376012978804056?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108376012978804056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108376012978804056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108376012978804056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108376012978804056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/principal-resigning.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108365339819409247</id><published>2004-05-04T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:01:00.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jengajam.com/r/shirt-folding"&gt;1337 SHIRT FOLDING VIDEO!!!111&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, we all gotta learn to fold shirts like that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get myself a BMW next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=TVWCMTTYCCYKACRBAE0CFEY?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=5015283&amp;section=news"&gt;BMW Drivers Get Most Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The German magazine "Men's Car" found in a survey of 2,253 motorists aged 20 to 50 published in its inaugural May issue that male BMW drivers say they have sex on average 2.2 times each week while Porsche drivers have sex 1.4 times per week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... BMW, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belive that there is a conspiracy going on with the lifts near my house. See, ever so often there will be two lifts waiting on the first floor. So i go up to one and press the button. And the other lift opens, causing me to walk to the other side. It doesn't matter if i choose the left or right lift. The other lift always, &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; opens instead of the one i'm waiting at. i have no idea why. Stupid lifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108365339819409247?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108365339819409247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108365339819409247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108365339819409247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108365339819409247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/1337-shirt-folding-video111-man-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-10835726273830928</id><published>2004-05-03T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:26:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glenn Ong. He's the person many people are saying should be one of the judges for Singapore Idol. Others are saying he is not qualified enough. But i say, IT DOESN'T MATTER!!! Singapore Idol needs someone like him. Someone who is brave(or stupid) enough to actually say what he thinks. He may not have Simon Cowell's cutting words, or be able to think as quickly as the brit, but what Glenn always has been is direct. He doesn't honey-coat words for you. And he's just plain crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, on The Morning Express, Rachel, the FHM girl in Eye for a Guy, the Singaporean version of the Bachelorette(how do you spell that again?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "And today with us on The Morning Express is Rachel, the trophy for the show Eye for a Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to get Rachel to reveal who she had chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "So who did you choose to be with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, Rachel refused to tell. but Glenn did not give up. Five minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "Which one of the contestants is your favourite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not getting an answer, he continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "Lets say you were to go to Paris. Which one of the contestants would you bring with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After plenty of questioning, Glenn finally gave up and went on to another more interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "So, did the producers choose you to be the trophy for Eye for a Guy because you have big boobies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not satisfied with her answer of no, he proceeded to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : "Now can you unzip your shirt towards the webcam and show ALL our listeners.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now Rod and FD had managed to cut him off and stop his nonsense. Ah... i love The Morning Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-10835726273830928?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/10835726273830928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=10835726273830928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/10835726273830928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/10835726273830928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/05/glenn-ong.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108330267395119183</id><published>2004-04-30T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T13:27:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read in Seiko advertisement in the Readers Digest. It says this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not your car.&lt;br /&gt;Its not your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Its not your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your watch that tells most about who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... i don't wear a watch. What does that tell about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108330267395119183?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108330267395119183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108330267395119183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108330267395119183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108330267395119183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-read-in-seiko-advertisement-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108328849643043824</id><published>2004-04-30T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:31:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There IS justice after all. John Stevens finally got kicked out of American Idol yesterday, after singing one of the worst version of Music of My Heart i have heard in my life. Ah... its good. The interesting is, the two youngest girls seemed more upset than John. Jasmine Trias was crying like John just got cancer or something. Her makeup was running, the tears were flowing like crazy i tell you. Diana was crying too, but not as bad as Jasmine. Hmm... seems like Jasmine has a crush on the little redhead boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched The OC yesterday. Interesting to find out that the main characters were only sixteen. They look like 19-20 yr olds to me, not sixteen. And they're awfully mature for sixteen year olds. And the female lead looks ultra-chio for a sixteen-yr old she's supposed to play. Ah, well. There are some sixteen year olds that look very, very, very beautiful anyway, so i guess it is believable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108328849643043824?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108328849643043824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108328849643043824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108328849643043824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108328849643043824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-is-justice-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108315920623124425</id><published>2004-04-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:36:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sepp Blatter. Ring a bell? If you don't follow football, you probably won't have a clue who he is. Sepp Blatter is the President of FIFA. The world governing body of soccer. Basically these guys decide the rules. Now, Sepp Blatter is know as an idiot in the footballing world. He comes up with the worst of ideas. E.g, he suggested that in women's soccer they wear tighter shorts, skimpier tops. Basically showing more skin to boost the popularity of female soccer. Of course, he was slammed by the female soccer players. His argument was that female tennis stars do it. Well... while that may be true, the people that watch tennis for anna kournikova don't watch the williams sisters play. Mainly because the williams sisters look like men with boobs. So people who are not tennis fans will increase the television revenue because of t3h sex appeal of certain tennis stars. While that may mean more income, i don't think its actually good for the sport. Sepp Blatter also proposed having a World Cup every two years. Which is a stupid idea, considering the number of continent competitions already around(Euro, Asian, African, Copa America), which ALL have qualifying rounds. Not to mention the crazy club schedules of the footballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, he proposes another idea. He claims that every sport loves winners, and he wants to introduce penalty shootouts at every game to force a winner. Anyone who watches football can tell you how stupid an idea that is. Even the S-League, which implemented something like that when EVERY OTHER FREAKING PERSON said not to cos its a horrible idea(teams may force a draw and hope to win the shootout, thus getting more points and making games very boring) has finally scrapped the idea. And now Sepp Blatter is proposing it. Lucky for us, none of his ideas have been implemented yet. But anyway, here are some MUCH BETTER ideas on how to settle drawn soccer matches :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.football365.com/opinion/mailbox/story_108154.shtml"&gt;How To Decide Football Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108315920623124425?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108315920623124425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108315920623124425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108315920623124425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108315920623124425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/sepp-blatter.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108313454313329545</id><published>2004-04-28T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:45:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You see, every now and then i bring my little sister to the playground so she won't be stuck on the computer or watching TV at home all the time. So i brought her down to the playground near my place to play. So we're playing at the playground, which had no sand ever since the HDB people decided that sand in a playground was not good, and demolished all sand playgrounds and put in those spongy, rough things that hurt you when you slide on them. I prefered the old playgrounds. But anyway, i was sitting down below that speaker thing that you speak into and there's another speaker thing that's on the other side of the playground. Then i got up. Forgetting about the metal thing above my head. I felt pain. Plenty of pain. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bump is still on my head today. And it still hurts when i press it. Maybe i should stop pressing it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108313454313329545?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108313454313329545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108313454313329545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108313454313329545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108313454313329545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-see-every-now-and-then-i-bring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108295980752380632</id><published>2004-04-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:13:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2004-04/24/content_325980.htm"&gt;Apparently the men in Shanghai are pretty stupid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Several Shanghai universities are giving boys a 10-point advantage over girls in the coming college entrance exam.&lt;br /&gt;University officials said the move aimed to address the serious gender imbalance among students. &lt;br /&gt;Shanghai teachers University, one of the renowned normal universities in the city, said it will try to keep the number of male students at no less than 40 percent of the total freshmen intake this year.&lt;br /&gt;Boys have long tended to shun art majors or female-dominated professions such as teaching, which has led to a serious gender imbalance in local arts-featuring universities. &lt;br /&gt;Sisu said girls accounted for 72 percent of its students. The proportion is up to 90 percent in local normal universities' English or literature departments, officials said. &lt;br /&gt;"I always feel that I'm an alien when sitting in a class surrounded by girls. It's really very embarrassing sometimes," said Sun Xiaojian, a sophomore at SISU. &lt;br /&gt;Xiang said the gender imbalance will have a negative impact on students' healthy development and hamper universities' goal of being balanced and comprehensive. &lt;br /&gt;However, the preferential policies aroused strong opposition from local female students. &lt;br /&gt;"It's absolutely unfair," said Zhou Fei, a local high school graduate who plans to enter for STU's business English department. &lt;br /&gt;"Since girls put as much or even more effort into our study, why should we be considered inferior?" &lt;br /&gt;Just because boys lagged behind their female peers in exams, everyone should compete on their own ability, Zhou said. &lt;br /&gt;Xie xialing, a sociologist at Fudan University, said the policies were in response to social demand, rather than discrimination on females. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man... are we boys really THAT dumb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108295980752380632?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108295980752380632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108295980752380632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108295980752380632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108295980752380632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/apparently-men-in-shanghai-are-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108286702561820196</id><published>2004-04-25T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T15:29:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lying on my table in front of me right now is an unopened gift. Its not a birthday gift(my birthday's in October, a long way away). Neither was it an appreciation gift for something I did. It was no special occasion; It was neither Christmas nor any other occasion where people exchange gifts. It was not the giver's birthday, and she did not win the lottery or get a windfall. Nay, it was a simple act of love extended towards all the youth(and some oldies *cough*faith*cough*) in the church. It was not only for a few select people that she really loved and cared for. It was for everyone. The gift wasn't something extremely special. It was but a few sweets in a transparent wrapper, lovingly tied together with a bright red ribbon. A straightforward, uncalled for act of love directed to the ones she loved(almost everyone). A gift when none is expected, for no reason whatsoever is the best gift, many people have told me. And how true that is. I, for one, am not one to give gifts. I am lazy bugger, even during Christmas and birthdays i hardly give anyone anything more than a signed card. Yet, here was someone who got up early to prepare gifts for so many people, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may call her young, other naive, and still others flighty. But the fact is this : it is in the mind of someone so young, pure and innocent to the point of naivity that an idea for such a simple but great act of love was formed. We may claim to be older, wiser, and much less naive. But when was the last time we did someone for someone, on no special occasion, not expecting anything in return? And what's more, to people you don't even know all that well? Its easy to buy and do things for people we know and love so much(boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses, best friends...), but what about those we don't know so well? Maybe you have, but i for one, no matter how long i search in my memory, am unable to remember a time when i performed such an act of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that inspire me to do something more with my life. They need not be famous people, elders or pastors. Simple, everyday people that you can really see the love of God in them. These are the ones i really admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 18:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108286702561820196?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108286702561820196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108286702561820196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108286702561820196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108286702561820196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/lying-on-my-table-in-front-of-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108265146370502521</id><published>2004-04-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:34:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not believe this. I DO NOT FREAKING BELIEVE THIS!!! Latoya London, Fantasia and Jennifer Hudson were in the bottom 3. Thats the three best singers in the competition! That's not possible!!! What is wrong with America? Those three have been the most consistent singers!!! Jon Stevens wasn't even in the bottom three, and he's been singing so horribly over the past few weeks... sigh. America's gone crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108265146370502521?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108265146370502521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108265146370502521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108265146370502521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108265146370502521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-do-not-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108259271908214902</id><published>2004-04-22T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T08:14:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's American Idol was not bad. It was a Barry Manilow theme, which means everybody sang ballads. I liked it. Jasmine sang well(though i missed her flower), George Huff sucked, John Stevens really sucked at singing Mandy. Why is he still in? Jon Peter Lewis should still be in, not John Stevens!!! But hey, worse things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. Ruben Studdard won American Idol 2 singing a WESTLIFE song!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108259271908214902?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108259271908214902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108259271908214902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108259271908214902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108259271908214902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/yesterdays-american-idol-was-not-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108247302850902900</id><published>2004-04-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T23:00:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from Football365.com :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interesting to see Becks 'lover' (or 'slapper' as The Sun has labelled her) Sarah Marbeck being all coy on Aussie TV show A Current Affair: "I don't believe in talking in graphic detail about what happens between two people when they're together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that definitely wasn't Marbeck who told the News of the World: "We started kissing each other all over, And then he began giving me oral sex. He had a very sensual technique. Finally we made love on the bed going through a whole variety of positions, though he was on top most of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she'd never divulge that kind of intimate information...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108247302850902900?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108247302850902900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108247302850902900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108247302850902900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108247302850902900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-football365.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-10824726763720140</id><published>2004-04-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:04:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things i have learnt since Sunday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Sunblock stinks. As in, its smelly.&lt;br /&gt;2: There is such a thing as putting too much sunblock, like in the case of &lt;a href="http://www.celticbiohazard.blogspot.com/"&gt;sideburnz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wonderw7/"&gt;dan&lt;/a&gt;. You will look like something out of the Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;3: There is also no such thing as putting too much sunblock, as both sideburnz and dan ended up with major sunburn. Correction - only Dan ended up with sunburn. Sideburnz just looks more malay than ever now, after turning red on that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;4: Leg hair does NOT prevent sunburn on your legs. Sunblock also needs to be put on legs, especially when canoeing as your legs are above water.&lt;br /&gt;5: As leg hair does not prevent sunburn, your legs turn as red as your arms&lt;br /&gt;6: Sunburnt legs do not go well with long pants/jeans&lt;br /&gt;7: Especially when squatting down to read newspapers. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;8: When my face gets sunburnt, it doesn't burn my whole face. Rather, it chooses to burn only my cheeks and forehead, making me look like i put on too much rouge(you know, the red stuff girls put on, if i spelt it wrong). It also burnt my nose, making me look like some clown.&lt;br /&gt;9: When your face starts to peel, DON'T HELP IT WITH YOUR HANDS. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;10: Peeling the sunburn off your face hurts even more when you bathe. The water hitting raw skin. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;11: Whenever you go canoeing or swimming, PUT SUNBLOCK. Do not be like me, who for the 50th time or something got sunburnt because i think Sunblock stinks.&lt;br /&gt;12: However, if you have a beautiful wife to help you put on soothing aloe vera thingie, or you have a beautiful wife to put soothing aloe vera thingie on, its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;13: But if you don't, like me, than it really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-10824726763720140?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/10824726763720140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=10824726763720140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/10824726763720140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/10824726763720140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/some-things-i-have-learnt-since-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108245262896018738</id><published>2004-04-20T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T17:20:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following is extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com"&gt;TalkingCock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Neo’s “Home Run” was a remake of the Iranian film, “Children of Heaven”, while in this year’s Film Festival, Djinn Ong’s “Perth” pays homage to Martin Scorcese’s “Taxi Driver”. Are we seeing a trend? Ho say ah! Maybe to jumpstart the imaginations of would-be local filmmakers, here’s a list of POTENTIAL SINGAPOREAN MOVIE REMAKES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing: Semakau Nights&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers, who work on Pulau Semakau, Singapore’s offshore landfill site, practise for the upcoming CC dance competition. The dance moves are reported to be very hot, especially when they get too close to the incinerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaitanic&lt;br /&gt;A large cruise ship to Thailand encounters trouble and ruins a budding romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Malay&lt;br /&gt;Similar to Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, this Singaporean remake is about a young Malay girl who’s very jambu, sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger Fish&lt;br /&gt;Rival luohan fish sellers try to outdo each other by telling tall tales about the size of their aquariums’ Flowerhorns. Alternative title: “What the Fish”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Bengs&lt;br /&gt;One Beng to rule them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ringtone&lt;br /&gt;Dial wrongly and some long haired woman will crawl out of your cellphone screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Samseng&lt;br /&gt;An ang mor guy gets involved with a local secret society and soon finds himself with a perm, a very long last fingernail and a habit of continually asking people why they’re staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat in the Net&lt;br /&gt;Follow the Agri-Food and Veterinary Authority as they race to catch cats and cull them before they can spread SARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passion of the Fruit&lt;br /&gt;A Pasir Panjang fruit wholesaler gets all cross when he sees his stock turned to a bloody pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah Lan Rouge&lt;br /&gt;A musical love story set in Geylang’s red light district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spore Wars: Attack of the Clone? &lt;br /&gt;Will the young son give in to the Dark Side and become exactly like his evil father? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Mountain&lt;br /&gt;A local remake of ‘Cold Mountain’, this version is about a NSF who yearns for a refreshing bowl of ice kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and Commander: The Far Side of the Tree&lt;br /&gt;A captain pushes his platoon to the limit, by asking them to run towards a faraway tree, touch it and run back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in Transportation&lt;br /&gt;A young girl and an older man find companionship somewhere on the North-East Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Coffee Bean: the Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;A young entrepreneur copies the business concept of a popular coffee shop chain, but adds bubble tea to his menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in White&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious men come to your house, remove things they deem undesirable and wash your brain of any unpleasantries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108245262896018738?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108245262896018738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108245262896018738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108245262896018738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108245262896018738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/following-is-extracted-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108234044961548774</id><published>2004-04-19T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T10:10:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went canoeing yesterday. It was good, despite the fact that my arms and face are now sunburnt. I regret not putting on suntan lotion, but i'll probably do the same thing next time around. I got motion sickness after about an hour or so of canoeing. But hey, all in all it was great fun. But the most fun for me came after the canoeing was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily deciding to walk to McDonalds to meet up with the rest, we found along the way a shopping cart. The NTUC shopping cart had the one dollar plied out of it. So we decided to use it for a while. One of my friends jumped into the cart and we dumped our bags on him and pushed him to the McDonalds. Along the way, we got plenty of stares and people laughing at us. Ah.. it was good. But, as we neared our destination, two policemen stopped us. We got a small scolding, before being called immature and told to stop using the shopping cart. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108234044961548774?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108234044961548774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108234044961548774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108234044961548774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108234044961548774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-went-canoeing-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108211260406919949</id><published>2004-04-16T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T18:52:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its interesting the songs the radio plays nowadays. In the past, Pop was king. They played plenty of pop songs, boyband songs, etc etc. Then, Pop slowly fizzled out with the rise of R &amp; B and Hip Hop. About a year ago, R &amp; B and Hip Hop started becoming insanely popular. Every other song played on the radio was an R &amp; B song. Then 3 out of 5 songs were R &amp; B and Hip Hop songs. But recently, Pop songs are making a comback. I'm glad for it, cos i'm a BIG fan of Pop songs, especially ballads. But why the comeback? Why are the radios playing more Pop songs? Well, we have the Pop Idol series to thank. Or I, rather. Think about most the popular Pop singers nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay Aiken - American Idol 2 Runner Up&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Studdard - American Idol 2 Winner&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Locke - American Idol 2 Second Runner Up&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - American Idol 1 winner&lt;br /&gt;Will Young - Pop Idol(British) Winner&lt;br /&gt;Gareth Gates - Pop Idol Runner Up&lt;br /&gt;Darius - Pop Idol Second Runner Up&lt;br /&gt;Guy Sebastian - Australian Idol winner&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Nilsen - Norwegian Idol &amp; World Idol winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108211260406919949?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108211260406919949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108211260406919949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108211260406919949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108211260406919949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-interesting-songs-radio-plays.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108210831301068036</id><published>2004-04-16T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T17:44:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read that &lt;a href="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/life/story/0,4386,245951,00.html"&gt;Fann Wong is selling slimming pills&lt;/a&gt;. Yes. I repeat again. Fann. Fann Wong. Fann Wong IS SELLING SLIMMING PILLS! That skinny, scrawny bamboo of a girl who will probably be blown away by the wind if Christopher Lee wasn't there to hold her down is selling slimming pills for a company called Xanda. If Fann Wong is using slimming pills, i wouldn't be surprised if Simon Cowell writes a book "How To be Nice to American Idol Hopefuls and Not Make Them Cry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=ON03SSYPIYFFMCRBAE0CFFA?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=4837048"&gt;Bush opens his mouth and makes a mistake again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bush, long known for his grammatical conundrums and confusing phraseology, told reporters twice during Tuesday's prime-time news conference that 50 tons of mustard gas were discovered at a turkey farm in Libya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second occasion, he was responding to a reporter who asked him to identify the biggest mistake he had made since the 2001 attacks on New York and Washington that killed nearly 3,000 people and prompted the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could not. But as he searched for an answer, the Republican president reaffirmed his decision to invade Iraq and said weapons of mass destruction may still lie hidden there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They could still be there. They could be hidden, like the 50 tons of mustard gas in a turkey farm," said Bush, referring to Libya's voluntary disclosure of weapons in March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the White House said the accurate figure for the Libyan mustard gas was 23.6 metric tons, or 26 short tons, not 50 tons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the substance was found at different locations across Libya, not at a turkey farm. And observers did not find mustard gas on the farm at all, but rather unfilled chemical munitions, the White House acknowledged. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... you would think, that perhaps, being the President of America and all, the most powerful country in the world, he would actually bother to get his facts right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108210831301068036?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108210831301068036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108210831301068036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108210831301068036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108210831301068036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-read-that-fann-wong-is-selling.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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-5628942.post-108203226264018744</id><published>2004-04-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:33:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading some letter written in to the TODAY newspaper yesterday about the importance of househusbands. Which got me thinking. Feminism has gone one whole round, so much so that a lot of the times women have more freedom to do things they want then men. To use an often quoted example, when a woman doesn't want to get married, she's being independant. When a man doesn't want to get married, he's afraid of commitment. And it works exactly the same way with stay-at-home husbands. See, women nowadays are encouraged to have a career. In fact, when they are succesful, people applaud them for it. If the women choose to stay at home to look after their husband and kids, they are also applauded for putting their family first, caring so much and making so many sacrifices for the people they love. What about men? Men have a career because they're expected to. Even if they are not the sole breadwinner, they are expected to BE a breadwinner. When men choose to be a stay-at-home husband, they are usually looked down on by many men and women. Its like they're not 'man' enough to go out and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that in not so developed countries like some parts of China, India and Africa, are still being abused and discriminated against. But in many developed countries, women actually have so much more freedom to do what they want than their male counterparts. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628942-108203226264018744?l=kababoom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/feeds/108203226264018744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628942&amp;postID=108203226264018744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108203226264018744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628942/posts/default/108203226264018744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kababoom.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-was-reading-some-letter-written-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Coin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05709149390816481633</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></feed>
