<?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-9714927</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:06:28.325+08:00</updated><category term='BSG'/><category term='Virtual Life'/><category term='work'/><category term='RPG'/><category term='World of Warcraft'/><category term='Warhammer Online'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Silent Strider's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a story about a person who sometimes perceives the world with clarity and sometimes sees it in the eyes of a madman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714927.post-7064543213719597525</id><published>2011-05-08T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:53:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore General Elections has come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Singapore General Elections has come and gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As this year's general elections signals a wind of change in Singapore politics it has been shown in the number of seats in parliament contested and the percentage voted for the opposition (~40%). However, it is not indicated of the number of seats in parliament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6 seats won by Worker's Party in Hougang SMC and Aljunied GRC.Congratulations for the success in such a memorial win. However, it is only constitute 6% of the total number of seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope this is a wake up call for the ruling party People's Action Party to listen to the Singaporeans more. I also hope that the Opposition will not be disheartened by these result and that heart that their achieve a landmark in Singapore, please keep up the good work, your efforts are greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My hopes to have different voices in parliament is starting to root and perhaps in my life time, I see that Singapore politics will represent the vast diversity of it's Nation, where it is of the people for the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe a word of note of the Singapore government for the next 5 years. Please take a serious look into our economic policies. We need a robust policy to help us the average Singaporeans stem the tide of inflation and other external forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to say thanks to Mr Chiam See Tong, for the years of service to the country as a questioning voice to help represent and good percentage of Singaporean with a curious and inquiring mind, be bold to challenge not for the winning and losing, but as a form of debate to encourage better policies for the betterment of the people. Mr Chiam, thank you for your contribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to say thanks to Mr George Yeo, for your service to the country. You have done a good job as the MP and a Foreign Minister. I hope that you will not be disheartened by the election results. Perhaps you can ride this winds of change as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As for me, what I hope to see in the next General Elections is more Opposition members stepping up to challenge the ruling party and provide a different voice as I see that the ruling party is quite removed from the average Singaporean. We Singaporeans need them to come down to our level and live in our shoes. We need leaders that understand us and knows our concerns.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-7064543213719597525?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/7064543213719597525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=7064543213719597525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/7064543213719597525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/7064543213719597525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2011/05/singapore-general-elections-has-come.html' title='Singapore General Elections has come and gone'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-4662783653288107096</id><published>2011-03-10T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:21:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In grand tradition of not having a Saturday RPG game, we played &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/14996/ticket-to-ride-europe"&gt;Ticket to Ride Europe&lt;/a&gt;. It reminded a lot of an old game I've played when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I played a different board from &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/37111/battlestar-galactica"&gt;BSG&lt;/a&gt; that I find this game simplistic in nature quite refreshing. I opted to gain points from completing as many destination as possible and almost won the game. When the game ended, I was second last, without the destinations, but with destinations I was second. That's quite a massive point jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing quite a number of board games, mostly for 1 time. I find myself evaluating my gameplay and even in my RPG character choices. A large majority of them are sneaky characters (for RPG) or plan a score of hidden agenda (for boardgame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm sneaky by nature (or want to be sneaky).&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/9714927-4662783653288107096?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/4662783653288107096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=4662783653288107096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4662783653288107096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4662783653288107096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2011/03/sneaky-player.html' title='Sneaky Player'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-5225839477192611843</id><published>2010-10-11T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:52:17.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSG'/><title type='text'>Death of someone Awesome</title><content type='html'>I guess I am writing an eulogy of the latest character an RPG I've played by writing his deeds down. Let me set some pretext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RPG I'm playing is &lt;a href="http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Battlestar_Galactica_Role_Playing_Game"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/a&gt; and the character I played is a Hot shot Viper pilot called Gregory Synn, Callsign "Awesome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game starts when he was held prisoner as in the Battlestar Cerebus by a group of terrorist called Tauron's First. He managed to neutralised his capturors and sealed off the engineering section and removed all power from the Battlestar Cerebus to prevent if from leaving the system before a rescue operation can be mounted to help him. After a few hiccups along the way, he managed to get captured again, but was promptly rescued by Commander Argus, his future Commanding Officer. Together they managed to activate the self destruct of the Battlestar and leave and returned to Picon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to his new assignment when the Cylons attacked the 12 colonies. He was assigned as Commander Air Group (CAG) of Battlestar 131 and his CO was Commander Argus. When a group of Cylon Centurions infiltrated the Battlestar, Awesome was at the mess hall addressing the reservist, when a centurion attacked the mess hall. He managed to engaged the Centurion in hand to hand delaying it for a long while before help arrived to neutralise the Centurion. With this very action, he managed to save a large portion of reservists from their doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to his last mission, he was tasked to provide air support as the Battlestar 131 tries to run a blockade of 4 Cylon basestars and numerous cylon raiders to form up with another Battlestar. But Battlestar 131 took too much damage from the basestars nuclear strikes and had to make a blind jump. At this point he realised, he and his wing was stranded and facing certain doom from the numerous raider fire. He started a suicide run to a damaged basestar, ramming it and successfully destroying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a character by the name of Gregory "Awesome" Synn. Larger than life. He is indeed Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-5225839477192611843?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/5225839477192611843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=5225839477192611843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/5225839477192611843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/5225839477192611843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2010/10/death-of-someone-awesome.html' title='Death of someone Awesome'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-6143384582129832042</id><published>2009-10-23T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:18:04.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long over due blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I believe things are looking up. I had 4 1st interview this week, mostly for the positions that I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a some time that I have gone for a boardroom interview and the first few times, I was rusty and nervous. I quickly found my comfort zone and approach it my unique and cheerful way. (Me cheerful, what you have done to Silent Strider. I want him back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are looking up for me. I wish all the best to the rest of you who I know are undergoing some changes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&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/9714927-6143384582129832042?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/6143384582129832042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=6143384582129832042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/6143384582129832042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/6143384582129832042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-over-due-blog.html' title='Long over due blog'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-8686815106201584227</id><published>2009-07-01T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:53:34.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Relay - Feels Like a Heist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My colleagues and I went out for lunch in 1 car and I found out that he is going to park in the same location as I am after lunch. I suggested that he will drop us off at the car park and hop into my car and I drop them off at the office as I had to go for a meeting almost immediately after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience felt like swapping the car for a new get away car in a heist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite new and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/9714927-8686815106201584227?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/8686815106201584227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=8686815106201584227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/8686815106201584227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/8686815106201584227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2009/07/car-relay-feels-like-heist.html' title='Car Relay - Feels Like a Heist'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-2409157451121628880</id><published>2009-06-22T12:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:00:46.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans - Not Mine, My Brother's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have just returned from a trip to Muar over the weekend. This is a technically a working trip to familiarize myself to the small town of Muar and know where we will be starting and where we will be heading to for my brother's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a success got myself familiar with some of the roads in Muar and got some planning down for the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food in Muar is excellent. Mmmm.... tasty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/9714927-2409157451121628880?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/2409157451121628880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=2409157451121628880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2409157451121628880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2409157451121628880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-plans-not-mine-my-brothers.html' title='Wedding Plans - Not Mine, My Brother&apos;s'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-2608478685313849427</id><published>2009-06-15T12:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:24:03.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warhammer Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Life'/><title type='text'>Virtual Life - Warhammer Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see very little difference in my virtual life and my real life. In my virtual life - current MMORPG game I'm playing Warhammer Online. I play a Knight of the Blazing Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever since, I have joined a guild called &lt;a href="http://www.wareclipse.com/"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;. My friends and I have been engaged in the online War with another faction. My faction, the Order consist of member from the race of Dwarf, Empire and Elves, while the opposing faction consist of Greenskins, Chaos and Dark Elves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job description as a Knight is to protect my comrades aka squishies from the enemy, as well as lead the charge into the battle. Sounds simple? It gets progressive harder when my PC refuse to obey my commands and slows down due to the insane lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still enjoy the experience as my comrades are proud to be who we are and we are protecting the realm from the Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Later, Cheers.&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/9714927-2608478685313849427?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/2608478685313849427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=2608478685313849427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2608478685313849427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2608478685313849427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2009/06/virtual-life-warhammer-online.html' title='Virtual Life - Warhammer Online'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-3509507303962451455</id><published>2009-06-01T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:17:13.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warhammer Online'/><title type='text'>New life to an old life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a revisit to something that I used to do. Whenever I have a horrible day, I will post a blog. I am revisiting this to see I can provide a more engaging content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, an update on my life. It has been 2 years since I have last blogged and I am trying to get the hang of it again. In that 2 years a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started a business, joined Yolk, stopped playing WoW, picked up WAR, had a crush on some people, forgotten about even more people. As you can see, it was kind of life with mutilple turning points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have gotten my life together again, I should give account of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm doing right now. I'll twitting right now &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tindael"&gt;follow me here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll start writing more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tindael"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-3509507303962451455?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/3509507303962451455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=3509507303962451455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/3509507303962451455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/3509507303962451455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-life-to-old-life.html' title='New life to an old life'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-4880249362489712217</id><published>2007-10-23T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:14:21.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is such a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I always think that there is some thing to life, but life is such a bitch. When you are thinking that life is going to pitch you a fast ball, it pitches you a curve ball. (Watched Game 7 of Boston vs Cleveland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when you get used to the curve balls, they will pitch a fast ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there is none better to go with the flow. Easier said then done, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off. Cheerios.&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/9714927-4880249362489712217?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/4880249362489712217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=4880249362489712217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4880249362489712217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4880249362489712217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-such-bitch.html' title='Life is such a bitch'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-2633962562820019028</id><published>2007-04-27T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:10:45.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can't fight the Great Wheel of Life. What is meant to be is meant to be.&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/9714927-2633962562820019028?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/2633962562820019028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=2633962562820019028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2633962562820019028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/2633962562820019028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2007/04/death-of.html' title='Death of a ...'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-8952505806263977683</id><published>2007-04-16T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:15:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I would do some sporadic blogging to keep my viewers posted (assuming that they haven't left already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I just recovered from a toe joint injury. (Don't ask me how I got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing and bad thing about it is I didn't work for 1 week. Which means I have 1 entire week of backlog to clear. Oh well, back to the old drawing board again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/9714927-8952505806263977683?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/8952505806263977683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=8952505806263977683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/8952505806263977683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/8952505806263977683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2007/04/sporadic-blogging.html' title='Sporadic Blogging'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-3939520700930860300</id><published>2006-11-27T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:23:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tired, not very interested in working today. Unfortunately, there is work to be done and I have to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-3939520700930860300?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/3939520700930860300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=3939520700930860300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/3939520700930860300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/3939520700930860300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/11/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-4515703098780860509</id><published>2006-11-14T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:19:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Giant Robots and other Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been playing &lt;a href="http://megamek.sourceforge.net/"&gt;MegaMek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with a bunch of friends recently. We have started a campaign that we enjoy and we can play over the internet, cos some of these guys are in UK and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to play &lt;a href="http://www.classicbattletech.com/"&gt;Classic Battletech&lt;/a&gt; again as I haven't played it for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really unfortunate that my brother is not interested in Giant Robot games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front, I am getting really busy, though have a bit of time to do some blogging, but they are quite sporadic. All in all, it's good. I am getting back to the swing of things with respects to the IT industry. Still more to learn, but life in general is a constant learning process anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the World of Warcraft side, I am starting to lose touch with the game. Maybe because I am sharing account with my brother and a drop of golden sun. But seeing them get addicted to the game again, I am wondering if I would want to maintain my own account again. Yes it is a fun game to play, but it seems to me that it is more a chore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe taking a break from WoW gave a better perspective of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to life than playing computer games and roleplaying games.&lt;br /&gt;There is more to life than working.&lt;br /&gt;There is more to life than worrying about the lack of a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;There is more to life than pleasing friends/family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the universe revolves around itself and not an individual, group or item.&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/9714927-4515703098780860509?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/4515703098780860509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=4515703098780860509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4515703098780860509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/4515703098780860509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/11/attack-of-giant-robots-and-other.html' title='Attack of the Giant Robots and other Updates'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-116238582419710173</id><published>2006-11-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick like sick chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Absolutely hate being sick. Haven't been sick for almost 4 years and now. I am really really sick. Can't really think straight as well. (Not like i think straight all the time that I am while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trying to rest up enough so that I start my other activities again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-116238582419710173?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/116238582419710173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=116238582419710173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/116238582419710173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/116238582419710173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick-like-sick-chicken.html' title='Sick like sick chicken'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-116063418597637948</id><published>2006-10-12T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW drivers</title><content type='html'>Met with a BMW stupid driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  double parked behind a parking lot and got the parking attendant to keep an eye out for me.  Silly me, walked out for lunch only to receive a call from my colleague that the car in front of me wanted to leave. I rushed back walking at a brisk pace and I have received a call from the owner of the car threatening to puncture my tires if I don't return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost thing that came to my mind was, if she punctured my tires it would be harder for her to get out the parking lot as I would need to call AA to move my car. Even then, I would need to change my tires before moving my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder if people do think about their threats before they issue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my colleague said, he has yet to meet a friendly BMW driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-116063418597637948?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/116063418597637948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=116063418597637948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/116063418597637948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/116063418597637948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/10/bmw-drivers.html' title='BMW drivers'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-115586446618579568</id><published>2006-08-18T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Too much Coffee = Think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I still haven't got over a few females (obviously people that know me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy for me to get over someone, and by my calculations, by the time i get over all these females (based on my track record), I would be old and pruning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really curious, how many people do follow this blog. If few then expected i can actually air some details.&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/9714927-115586446618579568?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/115586446618579568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=115586446618579568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115586446618579568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115586446618579568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much-coffee.html' title='Too Much Coffee'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-115513457912943417</id><published>2006-08-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Leg Kicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh well, here we go again. my leg is in a cast again. I've got to go see a specialist because of a possible hairline crack on my foot. This can be a bit problematic as i would have to stay in the cast for a week before i see the specalist. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long week i can tell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody inconvenient.&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/9714927-115513457912943417?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/115513457912943417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=115513457912943417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115513457912943417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115513457912943417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-leg-kicking.html' title='One Leg Kicking'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-115497004390120718</id><published>2006-08-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory Stands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My theory still stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't pay to be a nice guy, really it doesn't. Get taken advantaged of because you have a pleasant presonality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This does not just apply to the personal life, business life as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have posted earlier that I would not be a nice guy anymore. Well it is more than 6 months since i put that post up. I might have to change my tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is hard to change one's personality. I thought it was going to be easy, but trust me it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, getting back to the drawing board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. Looking for a personality transplant. Mine is defective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-115497004390120718?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/115497004390120718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=115497004390120718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115497004390120718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115497004390120718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/08/theory-stands.html' title='Theory Stands'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-115325327374699128</id><published>2006-07-19T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spree of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Blogging at the spree of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things I have done, I am going on cold turkey on my addiction, MMORPG. I have unsubscribe my World of Warcraft and Dungeon &amp; Dragons Online account for my own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the job front, there is a trickling of projects coming in enough to keep me alive, not enough to expand. Maybe I am not trying hard enough, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On a side note, not sure whether I'm happy that my brother is coming back. It's giving me a lot of worries right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-115325327374699128?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/115325327374699128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=115325327374699128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115325327374699128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/115325327374699128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/07/spree-of-moment.html' title='Spree of the moment'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-114447427073882729</id><published>2006-04-08T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were these people?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not that I am complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were these people when I was looking to work on web projects. Now all of a sudden I have 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. stop complaining and get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/9714927-114447427073882729?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/114447427073882729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=114447427073882729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/114447427073882729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/114447427073882729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-were-these-people.html' title='Where were these people?'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-114276837271684765</id><published>2006-03-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are few readers that read my blog, not many but few. The reason that I haven't been bloging is because there was a recent turmoil I have with my career. I have decided to have start my own business again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good feeling about this undertaking because it's much easier than other undertakings that I have done as well as I can foresee an immediate need for some of the other companies in Singapore. Especially SMEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll blog about it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for a chill session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&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/9714927-114276837271684765?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/114276837271684765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=114276837271684765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/114276837271684765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/114276837271684765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113829195221992050</id><published>2006-01-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4 Jobs You've Had in Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data entry clerk&lt;br /&gt;Software Engineer&lt;br /&gt;Project Manager&lt;br /&gt;Sales Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Trilogy (Episode 4, 5 and 6)&lt;br /&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Hero (Chinese Movie)&lt;br /&gt;Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV Shows You Love(d) to Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the CSIs&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;the 4400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You've Been On Vaction To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Taipei, Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;Phuket, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You Would Rather Be At Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco, USA&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Dubai, UAE&lt;br /&gt;Prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of Your Favourite Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Hokkien Mee&lt;br /&gt;Hainese Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;Beef Kway Teow&lt;br /&gt;A properly done Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Website You Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almostinfamous.blogspot.com"&gt;Almost Infamous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weddyswarzone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Weddy's War Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquaria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aargh!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wow.allakhazam.com/"&gt;Allkhazam.com: World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoverwhelmingquestion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawndie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9714927-113829195221992050?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113829195221992050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113829195221992050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113829195221992050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113829195221992050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/01/meme-of-4.html' title='Meme of 4'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113622149672802912</id><published>2006-01-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Season Greetings to all. It is a bit late but. Better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the new year, I have found a new job. I am quite excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you want to catch up. Give me a call. I believe everyone has my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&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/9714927-113622149672802912?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113622149672802912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113622149672802912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113622149672802912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113622149672802912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2006/01/belated-merry-christmas-and-happy-new.html' title='Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113392769134398402</id><published>2005-12-07T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sex Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Free Lessons. Call XXXX-XXXX&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/9714927-113392769134398402?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113392769134398402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113392769134398402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113392769134398402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113392769134398402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113377191684756302</id><published>2005-12-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It.</title><content type='html'>Yup, I did it. I quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not cut out to be a sales person anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined by the ranks of unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113377191684756302?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113377191684756302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113377191684756302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113377191684756302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113377191684756302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It.'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113352563812680130</id><published>2005-12-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged I'm it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rich&lt;br /&gt;2. The Rock&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Silent Strider&lt;br /&gt;2. SStrider&lt;br /&gt;3. Ricardion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Hands&lt;br /&gt;2. My Shoulders (For females to cry on)&lt;br /&gt;3. My Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Tummy&lt;br /&gt;2. My Thigh&lt;br /&gt;3. My Back (Starting to ache everyday when i get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. ACSian&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;3. School of Hard Knocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Height&lt;br /&gt;2. Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;3. Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Internet Connection&lt;br /&gt;2. My Bed (Not just for sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;3. Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Singlet&lt;br /&gt;2. My Berms&lt;br /&gt;3. My Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS(currently,anyway):&lt;br /&gt;1. In the End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;2. Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;3. Superman - Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOOKS YOU ARE CURRENTLY READING:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;2. No plans to read any books at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Great Sex&lt;br /&gt;2. Emotional Connection&lt;br /&gt;3. Did i mention Great Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTH AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am difficult to live with.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute Butt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tits.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hour Glass Figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tabletop gaming&lt;br /&gt;2. Computer gaming&lt;br /&gt;3. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a better job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Earn enough money.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on a trip to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Computer game producer&lt;br /&gt;2. Professor&lt;br /&gt;3. Corporate Communication Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Norway&lt;br /&gt;2. Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Racheal&lt;br /&gt;2. Anthony&lt;br /&gt;3. Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE (at least,not immediately BEFORE):&lt;br /&gt;1. Really, really be able to relax from life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find a job that I have a passion for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have and raise kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. I watch sports.&lt;br /&gt;2. I woggle at girls.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can be loud and boyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FEMALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;2. Michelle Phiferer&lt;br /&gt;3. Liv Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;2. Viggo Mortensen&lt;br /&gt;3. Matt Dillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samurai_cat I choose you.&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/9714927-113352563812680130?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113352563812680130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113352563812680130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113352563812680130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113352563812680130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged-im-it.html' title='Tagged I&apos;m it.'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113272388424388671</id><published>2005-11-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unqualified Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After reading Blinkymummy's post &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_113049603528899727.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I will post something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is not another woman bashing session, as I decided to pen this down for posterity as well as to unify some theories that many people have talked about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would not say that I am an expert in this topic, hence the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Regardless of the "我要喝水" (I want to drink water) theory or the "Princess" theory, the commonality is quite prominent in a typical Singaporean female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The desire for attention, undivided attention. Jealousy another poison pill. Frankly speaking, I understand why Blinkymummy would say that there is nothing special if a guy would send his girlfriend to the hospital if he would send his ex to the hospital as well. But the question should have been if both of you are sick who he would send to hospital first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I will come back to explore this further but here is something of note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Extinction of Mr Nice Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please call the Natural Preservation of Humanity, A species of humanity is going to be extinct. The species name is called Mr Nice Guy. They are getting extinct due the popularity of Mr Bad Boy. Without the possibilty of finding a girlfriend let alone a wife, Mr Nice Guy have to either evolve to Mr Bad Boy or perish without the possbility of having another generation of Mr Nice Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am writing to Natural Preservation of Humanity for a plead the help to preserve this dying species.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113272388424388671?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113272388424388671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113272388424388671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113272388424388671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113272388424388671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/unqualified-theory.html' title='An Unqualified Theory'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113203191421978217</id><published>2005-11-15T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For my bro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You wouldn't believe who I've bumped into today. Weng Keong. He is posted back to Singapore. We called for a while and he mentioned that he is involved in some boardgame community in Singapore. I might actually check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meeting an old friend is always good. This is a semi pick-me-up I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113203191421978217?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113203191421978217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113203191421978217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113203191421978217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113203191421978217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-person.html' title='The Missing Person'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113159303947445014</id><published>2005-11-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better and Feeling Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The beauty of crashing and sleep for 12 hours continuously. Well as continuously, I can get. It is a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, starting to get a sore throat. Don't want to get sick. 3 more quotations needed to be sent out by this week. Aargh. Must not fall sick, must not fall sick, must not fall sick, must not fall sick, must not fall sick, must not fall sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Pant* *Pant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Activate Special Power*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--- WILL TO NOT FALL SICK ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Activate Special Chain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--- SUPER TYPING SKILL ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Activate Magic Special*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--- COMPLETE WORK BY FRIDAY ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok. Back to Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113159303947445014?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113159303947445014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113159303947445014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113159303947445014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113159303947445014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-better-and-feeling-worse.html' title='Feeling Better and Feeling Worse'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113142153913519120</id><published>2005-11-08T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I cannot remember how long ago that I have so much sleep deprivation. Not as young as I used to be. Need to crash early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113142153913519120?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113142153913519120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113142153913519120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113142153913519120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113142153913519120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113092327551333915</id><published>2005-11-02T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LA/LAD/LadyTigerEyes/1129671130_rerpreview.jpg" border="0" alt="wanderer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;WANDERER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Wanderer, the&lt;br&gt;lonely, melancholy figure that haunts deserted&lt;br&gt;roads. Wanderers don't know their purpose in&lt;br&gt;life. They simply drift from place to place,&lt;br&gt;looking for something that they are missing,&lt;br&gt;but never quite finding the peace they seek so&lt;br&gt;desperately. A Wanderer is a restless spirit,&lt;br&gt;full of despair and melancholy, but will&lt;br&gt;nevertheless seek an adventure, just for the&lt;br&gt;sake of trying to give their hopeless lives&lt;br&gt;purpose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Color: Grey&lt;br&gt;Animal: Wolf&lt;br&gt;Gem: Sapphire&lt;br&gt;Symbol: Staff&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Image: http://www.deviantart.com/view/7797735/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/Who%20would%20you%20be%20if%20you%20were%20a%20character%20in%20an%20epic%20fantasy%3F%20(beautiful%20pictures)/"&gt; Who would you be if you were a character in an epic fantasy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113092327551333915?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113092327551333915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113092327551333915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113092327551333915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113092327551333915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/wanderer.html' title='Wanderer'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-113082380267985142</id><published>2005-11-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this awful dread that I am short changed in life. While not today, I feel quite liberated today, because I called someone to go fly a kite today, because I don't give a damn. It is a very dangerous road that I walk on, as there are many repurcussions that will return to haunt me. (Well, it's not going to be only me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't care. Instilling paranoia in a person that is insecure, giving unwanted attention to an attention-seeker. Being totally evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must add, she wants to believe that I am pushing the blame onto her. I can't change how she thinks, but it just reinforce the point, she is nothing but a shell. A pretty shell I must admit, but a shell nonetheless. I really wonder what will happen to her in another 10 years time. As a saying goes, age is the greatest enemy to beauty. Maybe, she will learn, but by that time, it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I should not blog the entire story. In case there are incriminating evidence. However, if you wish to know more about the story. I am happy to talk about it over beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-113082380267985142?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/113082380267985142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=113082380267985142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113082380267985142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/113082380267985142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/11/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112969166831030337</id><published>2005-10-19T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have wondered why people don't just start up a business to practise a trade they are good at. With the current technology, incorporating a company in Singapore is very simple. Few clicks on the internet on a website and you have your very own private limited company. Payment? simpler, GIRO or credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Filing for the company, simple as well, go to the website and file all records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, the penalty for not following legislation is simple as well. Pay the fine, or get summon to court and the fine is not low. Especially to someone with no spending cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, did I mention that you need to pay more money to wind down a company. What is the logic behind it, the reason for winding down a company is that it is not making money already and the directors of the company still need to pay for wind down the company. What a learning experience, really expensive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112969166831030337?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112969166831030337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112969166831030337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112969166831030337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112969166831030337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleeding-money.html' title='Bleeding Money'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112925559471305729</id><published>2005-10-14T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up on the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am getting very frustrated with the situation at the moment. I am going to be a bastard. No time better than the present. Do I care how you feel. I don't. I have told myself I have stopped caring already. It is about time I put my words into actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feel the calm before the storm. You will not know when and where I am going to hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112925559471305729?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112925559471305729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112925559471305729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112925559471305729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112925559471305729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/10/waking-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Waking up on the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112885271915889049</id><published>2005-10-09T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, goodbye to another friend who doesn't even know who I am. Guess my ploy is working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112885271915889049?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112885271915889049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112885271915889049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112885271915889049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112885271915889049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s time to say goodbye'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112853015494349987</id><published>2005-10-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a month of work, I am starting to get very busy. Work has been good to me. I've got the lucky breaks of having a good client selections at the moment. The not so good part is that I have lost my keys and wallet. It's really not to value of the items that I was worried about. It's the hassle to go to ICA and Traffice Police HQ to get my IC and licenses remade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After reading Weddy's War Zone, I can only say. I have experience dealing with drunks, and I think it's really sad when they don't remember, they don't even say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other random thoughts is that it is getting harder and harder for me to control my emotions. For work is a different story, I am almost a different person at work. But privately, I hope it's not depression again. It's getting harder and harder to manage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The most tell tale sign is the lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The other time I should manage is my own expectations. Someone said to me, I can help everyone around except myself. Why? Because I don't want to be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I use to say that I will not dislike someone. I will not hate anyone. Well, I was wrong. You'll be surprised who I really hate at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, enough raving for now. I am going to try to go back t sleep and get enough energy for tomorrow's meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112853015494349987?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112853015494349987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112853015494349987' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112853015494349987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112853015494349987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714927.post-112805793971301421</id><published>2005-09-30T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide to Geek Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I couldn't copy the entire page so i am going to paste the url here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obn.org/guide/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.obn.org/guide/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112805793971301421?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112805793971301421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112805793971301421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112805793971301421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112805793971301421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/09/guide-to-geek-girls.html' title='Guide to Geek Girls'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112805301722619385</id><published>2005-09-30T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:19.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 random things about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I have been tagged. So I should actually getting around doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not going to tag someone else.&lt;br /&gt;2. I treat RPG as a stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a logically Piscean.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am also an emotionally Piscean. You do that math.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been RPing for 22 years. Yes we play in a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;6. My younger brother run games for me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am strangly facinated by Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;8. All my ex-girlfriends have different personality and they never lasted for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nothing strange. Men think about this all the time. I am no different.&lt;br /&gt;10. I would like to have a spoon. (You figure this one out)&lt;br /&gt;11. I tell a lot of lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;12. I recycle my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am called the rock. (No, not in reference of the wrestler or God)&lt;br /&gt;14. Yes I do watch wrestling. (You can't see me)&lt;br /&gt;15. I would not have gotten my degree if I was charged (court marshal) in the army.&lt;br /&gt;16. I am a naughty boy in a good boy clothing.&lt;br /&gt;17. I would like to have a relationship with 2 women who have a relationship with each other.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am an MCP who is also a SNAG.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a temper that close friends are afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have been known to give up a friendship if things don't go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112805301722619385?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112805301722619385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112805301722619385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112805301722619385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112805301722619385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/09/20-random-things-about-myself.html' title='20 random things about myself'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714927.post-112645489885473191</id><published>2005-09-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitrep of Silent Strider</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been working hard for the past 3 weeks on my new job. Recently worked out a new proposal for a client and hopefully, i can get the contract so that I will get some commission to cover for my expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a lighter note, I have started playing a Battletech campaign game online. It's free and the graphics is not all that fantastic. But it brings some nostalgia as I have played this board game for 8 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Two weeks before I have meet up with B &amp; B for drinks at ICB and guess what, mint_teo is there. Well, we should not be behaving like the way we were behaving, but we were. I have a stern talked with Mo regards this issue, I have assured him that I am not serious this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Tuesday was Ada's birthday, I went down to celebrate with the B &amp; B. It was a great even though I had to go home early and believe Ada greatly enjoyed herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had a real life adventure 2 nights ago. The short story is that I have to climb a female toilet's cubicle, unlock the door, send the girl to the hospital to get some stitches. All in all an interesting adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Silent Strider Wilco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112645489885473191?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112645489885473191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112645489885473191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112645489885473191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112645489885473191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/09/sitrep-of-silent-strider.html' title='Sitrep of Silent Strider'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112447312880119717</id><published>2005-08-20T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work! More Work?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like I am going to be busy for a while. For those who knows me, yes I have found work. It's going to be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112447312880119717?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112447312880119717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112447312880119717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112447312880119717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112447312880119717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-work-work-more-work.html' title='Work Work Work! More Work?!'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112195992906438738</id><published>2005-07-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have realised that in the past I have been an Uncle Agony for a very long time. I have provide council and advice to the matter of the heart. And yet, I am still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; These are friends, no matter how much I wish it would change, they still remain as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A friend of mine brought me to attention with regards to a webpage which explains the ladder theory. Summarising, Women has 2 ladders, a friend ladder and a "will have sex" ladder. Where man only has one. It doesn't take a genius to guess which ladder would that be. Anyway, reflecting on this point. Many women I know have left me in the friend ladder from the very first time they meet me. Let's face it, Sex in one of the driving force (excuse the pun) for man to "befriend" a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friends have told me bluntly that I should change my attitude to "score" in the woman department. I seriously doubt I will have the same attitude as them because it may work for them, it might not work for me. How? A Catch 22 situation isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I digressed. I have been trying to change my outlook in life. I think the Uncle Agony should stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112195992906438738?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112195992906438738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112195992906438738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112195992906438738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112195992906438738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/07/uncle-agony.html' title='Uncle Agony'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-112019027072482327</id><published>2005-07-01T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Mikki Halpin and Victoria Maat So, your crush on the bass player from Vibrating Sandbox has finally died a whimpering death and you're wondering where to go from here. All the sinister dudes are either dating a series of interchangeable high-school riot girls in baby doll dresses and an overdose of manic panic, or permanently shacked up with some bitter old lady who pays all the bills. Which will it be, a wifely prison or a humiliating one night stand? Into this void of potential mates comes a man you may not have considered before, a man of substance, quietude and stability, a cerebral creature with a culture all his own. In short, a geek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Geek Dudes Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are generally available. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other women will tend not to steal them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can fix things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your parents will love them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're smart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where The Geek Dude Lurks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While they are often into alternative music, geek dudes tend not to go to shows too often. Instead you'll find them hanging out with their friends, discussing the latest hardware revolution or perfecting their Bill Gates impressions. You know how some people wear t-shirts with their favorite bands on them, thus showing that they went to certain shows? Well, geek dudes wear t-shirts with the logos of different software companies on them, thus showing that they are up on the latest, um, releases. A small, though convivial, rivalry may be detected here amongst the geek dudes. Try wearing one yourself and see if he strikes up a conversation. Of course the best way to meet a geek dude is through the Internet. All geeks harbor a secret fantasy about meeting some girl in cyberspace, carrying on an e-mail romance in which he has the chance to combine an activity he is comfortable with, computing, with one he is very uncomfortable with, socializing. To many geek dudes, cyberdating is just an advanced form of some kind of video game, but they are frustrated by a lack of players. Their lack is your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imprinting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might notice that these men harbor some strange ideas about how the world works and some particularly strange ideas about women. There is a reason for this. Because they've had limited interpersonal experience, geek dudes must look elsewhere for behavior models. Lacking a real world social milieu, geeks often go through a transference stage with such narratives, and try to model their interactions on them. Thus, certain media images and themes come to have an overly cathected, metaphorized reality to them, while the rest of us view such programming as mere entertainment. Case in point, our next topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Trek factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're not up on your Star Trek, you can forget about getting or keeping a geek dude. And I'm not just talking vintage-era Captain Kirk and Spock either. You've got to be up on your The Next Generation, your Deep Space Nine, your Babylon 5. Armed with your own knowledge of Federation policies, you can better gauge when and how to act. The sexual politics of Star Trek are pretty blunt: the men run the technology and the ship, and the women are caretakers (a doctor and a counselor). Note the sexual tensions on the bridge of the Enterprise: the women, in skin tight uniforms, and with luxuriant, flowing hair. The men, often balding, and sporting some sort of permanently attached computer auxiliary. This world metaphorizes the fantasies of the geek dude, who sees himself in the geeky-but-heroic male officers and who secretly desires a sexy, smart, Deanna or Bev to come along and deferentially accept him for who he is. If you are willing to accept that this is his starting point for reality, you are ready for a geek relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once You've Nabbed Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, catching that geek guy is only half the battle. Keeping him by your side is another story altogether. I was privileged to speak with Miss Victoria Maat, who not only got herself a geek guy but was also clever enough to marry him just a few short months ago. She interrupted her newlywed bliss to give us a few tips on the care and feeding of a geek man: Geeks are sensitive and caring lovers and husbands. If you can hang with the techno-lifestyle, they make the best mates. They are the most attractive people, not flashy or hunky, but the kind who get cuter and more alluring over time (I told you she was a newlywed). Definitely give geeks a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geek Cuisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geeks tend towards packaged, junk foods since they prefer to work and think and aren't all that into cooking for themselves. Make sure that your geek understands that you are not merely a replicator, and provide him with home cooked food. A batch of chocolate chip cookies will let him know that you love him. You do have to monitor your geek for weight gain; however, remember that most of their days are spent sitting and staring at a monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geek Lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The geek dude has long work habits and tends to bring his work home with him. He seems permanently connected to his hard disk. You must at least appear interested in his work. Generally, a solid understanding of the computer is a must; if you cannot master this, you should at least be able to talk the talk. Remember most geeks are anal and they get stressed about details which appear insignificant. Be understanding, put on your best Deanna Troi face (see above) and empathize. To relax, geeks love to play the latest computer games. Let him play Myst or Chuck Yeager's Air Combat for hours if he wants to. Act concerned if he's stuck or has just been ambushed by three MiGs. My geek loves to try to help people on the Internet who say that they are stuck in Myst. He comes up with clever riddles instead of directing them point blank. Geeks also like to go to sci-fi and Japanese animated movies, again, a basically harmless vent for your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geek Buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many geeks extend their work friendships into what they jokingly refer to as RL (Real Life, also known as "that big room with the ceiling that is sometimes blue and sometimes black with little lights"). The greatest thing about your geek's buddies is that you can feel secure in setting them up with your girlfriends. They may feel awkward around females at first, so don't overwhelm them. In time they will come out of their shell and realize that you are into the same things they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Post-It Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank Victoria for the above advice. I must say that when she read my draft of the piece, before writing her section, she asked her husband which one he thought she was more like, Deanna or Beverly. Howard, the devil, immediately replied that he had always thought Victoria was actually most like Ensign Ro Laren, a cute character with a slight authority problem who is always had trouble (this is fairly apt). This exchange is interesting for several reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Howard had already thought about who she was most like. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could summon up characters from seasons past with ease. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victoria actually knew who he meant. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folks, I think this marriage will last. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Last Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because they have been so abused and ignored by society, many geeks have gone underground. You may actually know some and just haven't noticed them. They often feel resentful, and misunderstood, and it is important to realize this as you grow closer to them. Don't ever try to force the issue, or make crazy demands that he choose between his computer and you. Remember, his computer has been there for him his whole life; you are a new interloper he hasn't quite grasped yet Geek dudes thrive on mystery and love challenges and intellectual puzzles. Don't you consider yourself one? Wouldn't you like a little intellectual stimulation or your own? We thought so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is taken from &lt;a herf="http://www.neystadt.org/john/humor/Girls-Guide-To-Geek-Guys.htm"&gt;A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-112019027072482327?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/112019027072482327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=112019027072482327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112019027072482327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/112019027072482327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-guide-to-geek-guys.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Guide to Geek Guys'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111882969064309655</id><published>2005-06-15T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?!</title><content type='html'>They say sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. But words did hurt me. It hurts me by reminding me about the women that I have dated. It hurts because I was rejected and dumped in all accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?! It's just words. Truly if words don't matter, why would someone feel the familiar sore feeling when something is being mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111882969064309655?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111882969064309655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111882969064309655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111882969064309655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111882969064309655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-what.html' title='So what?!'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111701754652836384</id><published>2005-05-25T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless, Loveless, Hopeless</title><content type='html'>As the title says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111701754652836384?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111701754652836384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111701754652836384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111701754652836384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111701754652836384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/jobless-loveless-hopeless.html' title='Jobless, Loveless, Hopeless'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111693793598889884</id><published>2005-05-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Playing Games</title><content type='html'>I guess I should mention, I am not getting  the same amount of enjoyment from RPGs anymore. It's not giving me the same sense of escapism I would like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111693793598889884?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111693793598889884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111693793598889884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111693793598889884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111693793598889884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/role-playing-games.html' title='Role Playing Games'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111604693532605988</id><published>2005-05-14T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>My opinions don't matter, so why should I ever speak up. I should just keep quiet and live my life as a mute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111604693532605988?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111604693532605988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111604693532605988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111604693532605988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111604693532605988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111579687509536720</id><published>2005-05-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft again</title><content type='html'>I finally reach level 60. W00t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111579687509536720?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111579687509536720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111579687509536720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111579687509536720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111579687509536720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-of-warcraft-again.html' title='World of Warcraft again'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111579682669853231</id><published>2005-05-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It didn't happen</title><content type='html'>Some times I wish i have a heart of stone. Self-centered and totally utterly ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might actually develop that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111579682669853231?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111579682669853231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111579682669853231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111579682669853231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111579682669853231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-didnt-happen.html' title='It didn&apos;t happen'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111555939373665803</id><published>2005-05-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:18.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain things should be left buried</title><content type='html'>As the title mention, there are lot of my past that I wanted to forget, in fact I have forgotten until it has been recently brought to light again. I wish to forget again but it's going to be harder this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111555939373665803?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111555939373665803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111555939373665803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111555939373665803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111555939373665803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/certain-things-should-be-left-buried.html' title='Certain things should be left buried'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111527433830871383</id><published>2005-05-05T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsuccessful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forget to mention. I was unsuccessful in applying for the position of teaching. So people, your children are safe. For now. *Muahahahahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111527433830871383?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111527433830871383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111527433830871383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111527433830871383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111527433830871383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/unsuccessful.html' title='Unsuccessful'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111502318124145933</id><published>2005-05-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup the feeling is back. The long, dreary feel of impending doom. This time, I feel as though that it is going to hopeless. Really hopeless. No matter what other people say, I am telling myself it's hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not nothing i can do, it is nothing I want to do. Because if I do something, a lot of people will get hurt. (btw, it includes myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111502318124145933?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111502318124145933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111502318124145933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111502318124145933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111502318124145933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111436871695976823</id><published>2005-04-25T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am A:&lt;/b&gt; Chaotic Good Gnome Bard Mage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alignment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chaotic Good&lt;/b&gt; characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Race:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gnomes&lt;/b&gt; are also short, like dwarves, but much skinnier. They have no beards, and are very inclined towards technology, although they have been known to dabble in magic, too. They tend to be fun-loving and fond of jokes and humor. Some gnomes live underground, and some live in cities and villages. They are very tolerant of other races, and are generally well-liked, though occasionally considered frivolous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bards&lt;/b&gt; are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mages&lt;/b&gt; harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deity:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finder Wyvernspur&lt;/b&gt; is the Chaotic Neutral god of the cycle of life and the transformation of art, although he leans heavily towards Good. He is also known as the Nameless Bard. Followers of Finder believe that everything must change in order to grow and thrive. Their preferred weapon is the bastard sword.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find out &lt;a href='http://neppyman.irulethe.net/dndwho/index.html' target='mt'&gt;What D&amp;amp;D Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=neppyman' target='mt'&gt;&lt;img height='17' border='0' src='http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif' align='absmiddle' width='17'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/neppyman/' target='mt'&gt;NeppyMan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href='mailto:neppyman@yahoo.com'&gt;(e-mail)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/9714927-111436871695976823?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111436871695976823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111436871695976823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111436871695976823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111436871695976823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-chaotic-good-gnome-bard.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111351141626790462</id><published>2005-04-15T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hurray, My druid is level 54 now. Climbing the slow ladder of reaching level 60. Might actually take a break after I reach level 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll see what happens then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111351141626790462?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111351141626790462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111351141626790462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111351141626790462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111351141626790462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/04/world-of-warcraft-part-three.html' title='World of Warcraft Part Three'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111277967601924995</id><published>2005-04-06T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Polyhedral Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dicepool.com/catalog/quiz.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dicepool.com/catalog/images/splats/analytic.jpg" height="200px" width="400px" alt="I am a d10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dicepool.com/catalog/quiz.php"&gt;Take the quiz at dicepool.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111277967601924995?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111277967601924995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111277967601924995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111277967601924995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111277967601924995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/04/which-polyhedral-are-you.html' title='Which Polyhedral Are You?'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111253121009770515</id><published>2005-04-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to try something different. No idea what it is going to be but I will just try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111253121009770515?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111253121009770515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111253121009770515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111253121009770515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111253121009770515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-different.html' title='Something different'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111231736754719063</id><published>2005-04-01T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft Part Deux</title><content type='html'>This is for the benefit of Jedixus and Shazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spinebreaker Server&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardion - Night Elf Druid&lt;br /&gt;Tindael - Gnome Wizard&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay - Human Warlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sargeras Server&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardion - Tauren Shaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links that will help you with the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wow.allakhazam.com"&gt;http://wow.allakhazam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thottbot.com"&gt;http://www.thottbot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111231736754719063?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111231736754719063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111231736754719063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111231736754719063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111231736754719063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/04/world-of-warcraft-part-deux.html' title='World of Warcraft Part Deux'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111169279123188405</id><published>2005-03-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why things have to happen this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It seems that there is nothing I can do right now. I feel that I have been buried 6 feet under and waiting for the time for someone to dig me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gin - Haven't heard from you for ages. I hope you are well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lowwoanc - I know you are married now. I wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;clouds~ - Girl, I thank god that you have found some one that makes you feel special. I am glad for you. honestly I am. I wish things would be different but it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LY - I dunno what has happened to you. I hope that everything is well with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;lyberty - I found out that you had something for me. But maybe it's the wrong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vicky - What was meant to be, was meant to be. I hope you forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tor - I wanted to save you from the Al Khadir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;deb - We weren't meant to be together and I believe you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;icee - The time I have spent with you in Sydney was the most wonderful time I had, but I believe you have moved on and so will I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mint_teo - I hate myself for ever loving you. But you have moved on. And so will I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;aargh_random - I could have waited for you for 10 years. If you don't want to be with me then so be it. It might be a short while, but I still will remember you. Remember you I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shuken - I've tried to love you, but you don't reciprocate, what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The sad love life of Silent Strider. He who will walk this earth alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111169279123188405?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111169279123188405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111169279123188405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111169279123188405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111169279123188405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111158962110497606</id><published>2005-03-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of those days again. I have been wondering if I had the chance to change certain things that I could or would have done, would I do it? Or would i make the same decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111158962110497606?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111158962110497606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111158962110497606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111158962110497606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111158962110497606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/03/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111080125088134719</id><published>2005-03-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entombment</title><content type='html'>Rooted to a code of honour&lt;br /&gt;Entangled in a web of lies&lt;br /&gt;Entrenched in sorrow's corner&lt;br /&gt;Buried in life's pyres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by reality's truth&lt;br /&gt;Escaping from fable's fools&lt;br /&gt;Netted into a claming soothe&lt;br /&gt;Yet strangled by a murderous tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive in a ship of love&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a sea of misery&lt;br /&gt;Prisoned in a journey of fate's gloves&lt;br /&gt;Exiled in an island of no glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope brings me little joys&lt;br /&gt;Temperence teaches me patiences&lt;br /&gt;Charity gives life's toys&lt;br /&gt;Justice has it's own station&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111080125088134719?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111080125088134719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111080125088134719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111080125088134719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111080125088134719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/03/entombment.html' title='Entombment'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111062689939667239</id><published>2005-03-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd 'R Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=2714" alt="I am nerdier than 71% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111062689939667239?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111062689939667239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111062689939667239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111062689939667239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111062689939667239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/03/nerd-r-me.html' title='Nerd &apos;R Me'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-111022680077833974</id><published>2005-03-08T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry #1354901</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haven't blogged for a long time, maybe it's because I don't feel like blogging. It just reminds me of some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Looking forward for a positive reply from MOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And maybe a positive reply from someone as well. (However unlikely it might seem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey, one can hope right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ships leaving, trying to hop onto a new boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;chiaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-111022680077833974?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/111022680077833974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=111022680077833974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111022680077833974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/111022680077833974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-entry-1354901.html' title='Blog Entry #1354901'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110951531162581346</id><published>2005-02-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus one integer for age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the title suggested. Some things that I have achieved in life. I am not satisfied. Maybe it's because, I haven't achieved some other aspect of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some people say that I should just work towards a certain goal and proceed ahead. I've tried and hell I've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, back to the drawing board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110951531162581346?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110951531162581346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110951531162581346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110951531162581346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110951531162581346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/plus-one-integer-for-age.html' title='Plus one integer for age'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110916083754370674</id><published>2005-02-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:17.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accelerate to getting older</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A wise man once tells me, there is no point worrying about getting old, because you will be worried for every second of your life, reason being you are getting every second. I have to agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my life that's past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my degree in Computer Science.&lt;br /&gt;Worked for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Started a cafe and collasped.&lt;br /&gt;Studied and completed my Masters.&lt;br /&gt;Started another company.&lt;br /&gt;Had several relationships that doesn't last for more than 1 year. (Come to think of it, so far I have spent all VDays alone. Quite a good track record i presume.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really impressive I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel unfulfilled again. Oh well, maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me as the time ticks down to the day where I can declare myself 1 year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another madman screaming.&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/9714927-110916083754370674?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110916083754370674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110916083754370674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110916083754370674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110916083754370674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/accelerate-to-getting-older.html' title='Accelerate to getting older'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110891112333717844</id><published>2005-02-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We’ll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We’ll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I praying you’re the one I build my home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Something that I think about nowsaday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110891112333717844?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110891112333717844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110891112333717844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110891112333717844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110891112333717844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/daniel-bedingfield-if-youre-not-one.html' title='Daniel Bedingfield - If You&apos;re Not The One'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110883403801985992</id><published>2005-02-20T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find somethings very awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110883403801985992?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110883403801985992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110883403801985992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110883403801985992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110883403801985992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/awkwardness.html' title='Awkwardness'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110855187118743974</id><published>2005-02-16T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another place, Another time, Another Situation, Another Dimension</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the title suggested... I will wish I am a Mage with Time sphere to change the events that have transpired. But, if I do, I would not have meet someone. Maybe adept at the Spirit Sphere to create a pocket dimension of my own, or correspondence to head to a far far away place. But I am not a Mage and I do not have the powers described above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has made her decision and abide by it, this much I know for certain. Of course I am devastated, who wouldn't be. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, which I thought that I am pretty strong. Only to find out that I am weak and vulnerable just like every other human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe it will work out some day. Hope. The one thing that is keeping me alive right now. It's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her, I say this, "I respect your decision and abide by it. I will not attempt to change the status quo any further unless you wish it to be changed. I will be contend to hear your voice and know that you are well. And finally don't be sorry to have started it, because it's mutual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Call me when you feel like talking or want to hang out. I will always make time for you.&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/9714927-110855187118743974?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110855187118743974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110855187118743974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110855187118743974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110855187118743974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-place-another-time-another.html' title='Another place, Another time, Another Situation, Another Dimension'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110833789103565512</id><published>2005-02-14T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I think I am thinking too much. Can't really sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110833789103565512?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110833789103565512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110833789103565512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110833789103565512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110833789103565512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/sleeplessness.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110832819360498771</id><published>2005-02-14T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know that it will take a lot out of me to hate someone. It's not that I do that every day, with everybody. I don't actually enjoy it, it's just to prevent myself from hurting any further. Don't worry, I wouldn't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the barriers that are set, but are not set in stone. Such barriers are artificial as they are all rules set by man. They are not perfect and most of them are prejudices based of one or two incidents judged by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you have made you decision and I live by your decision. I wouldn't mention this any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&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/9714927-110832819360498771?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110832819360498771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110832819360498771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110832819360498771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110832819360498771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-point.html' title='To the point'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110821463375129572</id><published>2005-02-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You were wondering if it is a good idea. Others might think it is a bad idea. But I think it is not a bad idea. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110821463375129572?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110821463375129572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110821463375129572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110821463375129572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110821463375129572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/idea.html' title='An Idea'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110787337996950242</id><published>2005-02-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110787337996950242?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110787337996950242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110787337996950242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110787337996950242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110787337996950242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110770461649488289</id><published>2005-02-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sorry for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Starting to feel sorry for myself. One of those days where I think I should just not get up in the morning and just sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am starting to feel sorry for myself again. Haven't got this feeling since I was in Sydney. Maybe I should just take actions, but certain actions I take will have it's reprecussions. Maybe, I should stop caring about what other people and do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe I should just do it.&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/9714927-110770461649488289?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110770461649488289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110770461649488289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110770461649488289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110770461649488289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/feeling-sorry-for-myself.html' title='Feeling sorry for myself'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110743176318335269</id><published>2005-02-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'> Yeah I know, I said that I will be playing anymore MMORPG. But the cheetah is so cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/289/3392/640/Cheetah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/289/3392/320/Cheetah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah waiting for a boat &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/9714927-110743176318335269?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110743176318335269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110743176318335269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110743176318335269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110743176318335269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110734594725367120</id><published>2005-02-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in this World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been thinking. Is there a reason that guys initiate the first move all the time. It's societical norm I'm sure, but norms are meant to be change isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well. it's nothing I can do about it. Societical norm cannot be changed by 1 person's view but by a lot of people banding together to change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it's my 2 cents worth of thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110734594725367120?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110734594725367120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110734594725367120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110734594725367120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110734594725367120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/walking-in-this-world.html' title='Walking in this World'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110722891707765846</id><published>2005-02-01T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been busy lately and have no time to update my blog.&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/9714927-110722891707765846?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110722891707765846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110722891707765846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110722891707765846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110722891707765846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110688818625684120</id><published>2005-01-28T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting of in a Jet plane</title><content type='html'>One of my drinking buddy is flying off tonight. I don't think I can send him of tonight. Oh well, had a farewell dinner with him and let him enjoy some local food before he flys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck my friend. You will be sorely missed. Especially your wise cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110688818625684120?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110688818625684120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110688818625684120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110688818625684120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110688818625684120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/setting-of-in-jet-plane.html' title='Setting of in a Jet plane'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110674200291527727</id><published>2005-01-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admist my schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Admist my busy schedule, I managed to meet a client, pass my friend a copy of her wedding photos, go shopping for CNY clothes as well as have coffee at starbucks and head back home in some sane hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well. Back to work. Not looking forward to the CNY. (Need to dodge questions posed by relatives)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110674200291527727?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110674200291527727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110674200291527727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110674200291527727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110674200291527727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/admist-my-schedule.html' title='Admist my schedule'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110668545906469090</id><published>2005-01-26T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Frustration. It's something I go through every time somethings irritates me to no end. It's really eating me up. It's like an itch that you are scratching and it irritates you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110668545906469090?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110668545906469090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110668545906469090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110668545906469090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110668545906469090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110642120230422397</id><published>2005-01-23T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Good Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's a really good question. Why am I still single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, the answer I gave was that there is no female in the current time and place that is interested in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why is this so? I have asked a few close female friends and they say that I don't smile at all, if not a lot. Few say that they wouldn't understand me, others would treat me as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And yes, the friend trap. It's the most irritating bane of my existence. Every single female who becomes my friend, stay as my friend. I have enough of this bullshit. I will not believe a single word when a female say "Let's try to be friends first and see what happens later." Becos later doesn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maybe I am just too nice. Because of the fact that I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but my own. Maybe it's about time to think about myself for a change. After all, people today are just thinking about themselves. But I have been telling myself that already and yet I still haven't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the way, the following p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hrases should not to say to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) I would rather we be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) You are such a nice guy, but ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) It's not you, It's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My retort are going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) I have many friends, one more one less makes no difference to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) If I am really a nice guys, go out with me, if you don't want to go out with me then stuff it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Yes, it's totally you and not me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do I sound bitter yet? Hell yes I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stay tuned to the next exciting episode of my bitch fest. Adios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110642120230422397?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110642120230422397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110642120230422397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110642120230422397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110642120230422397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/really-good-question.html' title='Really Good Question'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110598009101297916</id><published>2005-01-18T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have just attend my mentor's wake. I still in shock that he has passed away. I believe I can respond now. It grieves me to no end that I know he is no longer there. I wish that things would be different but it is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have one thing to say. Goodbye old friend and mentor. You are a wonder bloke to be around with. And I have always enjoyed you company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110598009101297916?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110598009101297916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110598009101297916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110598009101297916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110598009101297916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110593273337650458</id><published>2005-01-17T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mentor just passed away two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I seriously do not know how to respond now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I might see if there is anything I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110593273337650458?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110593273337650458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110593273337650458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110593273337650458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110593273337650458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/death-of-mentor.html' title='Death of a Mentor'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110576604689991450</id><published>2005-01-15T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Singapore</title><content type='html'>As the title suggest, I did not sleep last night. I have stayed up and thought about my life in general. I did have the best days of my life when I was a teen. Young and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worldview now is extremely tainted by the harsh reality of life. When you love someone, she not necessary will love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let sucks to be me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110576604689991450?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110576604689991450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110576604689991450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110576604689991450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110576604689991450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleepless-in-singapore.html' title='Sleepless in Singapore'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110575296723580621</id><published>2005-01-15T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike 3 and I'm out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meet her for the third time in the past 2 weeks. Noticed something different about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I guessed right. She is seeing someone and that someone is not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never knew it can hurt so much again. Trying to get over it but it feels as though there are a million needles stabbing at my heart right now. Maybe i will see the light of day cos currently it feels like a blanket of darkness has covered my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe one day, tears would stop rolling off these cheeks, but for now, the soft trickle of a teardrop rolls the plains of my cheeks once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Luck to you, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110575296723580621?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110575296723580621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110575296723580621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110575296723580621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110575296723580621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/strike-3-and-im-out.html' title='Strike 3 and I&apos;m out'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110563369337840570</id><published>2005-01-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A farewell party that I feel out of place. Maybe I have pulled myself away from the group so much that I do not have any common interest with them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, maybe it's good, I can start my life over again. With a clean start, maybe something will work out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110563369337840570?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110563369337840570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110563369337840570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110563369337840570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110563369337840570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110503858120903383</id><published>2005-01-07T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting someone again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meeting someone again after a long time of not seeing the person brings up strange feelings. Can't really explain it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just feels kinda strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's looks like there it's going to be another long year ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Getting a bit crypted and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Signing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110503858120903383?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110503858120903383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110503858120903383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110503858120903383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110503858120903383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/meeting-someone-again.html' title='Meeting someone again'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110491577841234209</id><published>2005-01-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Part 2</title><content type='html'>Willow beauty flows through autumn,&lt;br /&gt;In an age we all call postmordern.&lt;br /&gt;Standing steadfast among these changes,&lt;br /&gt;Who to question all it's deranges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill wind blows to bring reform.&lt;br /&gt;Would Man see need to conform?&lt;br /&gt;Deep wounds brings more remorse,&lt;br /&gt;Its just belief to re-enforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace on Earth in all too transient,&lt;br /&gt;Yet Man dreams something Utopian.&lt;br /&gt;When will life gives more thought,&lt;br /&gt;Tis not just another Man's fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow beauty stands all alone,&lt;br /&gt;In this world of two tones.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day this willow beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Shines brightly in all cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110491577841234209?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110491577841234209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110491577841234209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110491577841234209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110491577841234209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetry-part-2.html' title='Poetry Part 2'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110491536807589829</id><published>2005-01-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poetic Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A system where justice is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How would one appeal for its mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A process where time halts to a gory grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How would one survive such fatal fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Casual court totally unheard of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Process primed with guilty gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Media flash its full frontal forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spinning this world to a dazzling daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Judge, Jury, Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Powers bring some justice right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Many think they might pull a hesist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Answerable to how, where there's no fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Self-justice will all should bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May mercy's melody have somthing to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110491536807589829?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110491536807589829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110491536807589829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110491536807589829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110491536807589829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110472029359133252</id><published>2005-01-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Really feel like strangling someone. Really, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maybe my patience is wearing thin. Considering the fact that I have greater amount of patience is the past. Maybe it has worn thin over the years. Maybe I should just blow up and see what happens. Maybe lose a friend. Does it matter to me. That is the question that I am asking myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well. Back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110472029359133252?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110472029359133252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110472029359133252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110472029359133252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110472029359133252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110455967540526568</id><published>2005-01-01T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to start anew</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Happy New Year one and all. Although I am not sure how many people read this blog. My New Year Resolution is not to make a resolution which is contradictory in nature because by making this resolution I have broken that resolution already. Thus, since I have broke all my resolutions I can start the new year again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to My world of circular logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110455967540526568?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110455967540526568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110455967540526568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110455967540526568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110455967540526568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-to-start-anew.html' title='Something to start anew'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110432175595722487</id><published>2004-12-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:15.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>Work Work Work. More work. Oh well. It looks like there is no rest for the wicked. Or is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Friday evening. It's going to be an interesting evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110432175595722487?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110432175595722487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110432175595722487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110432175595722487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110432175595722487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2004/12/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110422294263633757</id><published>2004-12-28T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:14.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like is it back to work again. I actually feel surprisingly energise. Maybe I just have sufficient amount of sleep and not going through my sleep deprivation phase. And surprisingly there is no Thursday blues. (Yeah I had Monday off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I went for cosplay on Sunday (dun ask me why I was there), but I realised that the children of the next generation are encouraging the benefit of the culture that we have helped build over that past decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not to sound egotistical, but I do wonder any of them have heard of Akira, Ghost in a Shell, Ah My Goddess!, Saint Seiya, Flame of Recca. But yeah, I am getting old, considering the fact that there are some many more anime's out in the market right now that I do not know about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well, good luck to the next generation, this cosplay has opened my eyes and see some wonders of persistence in create and sculpting a culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110422294263633757?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110422294263633757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110422294263633757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110422294263633757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110422294263633757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-work-again.html' title='Back to Work again'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110389466394441234</id><published>2004-12-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:14.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Looks it's Christmas Eve again. Like every other Christmas Eve, I think I would be spending it alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there is nothing much i can talk about again. Maybe ranting is not a wonderful solution after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, off to an early night then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714927-110389466394441234?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110389466394441234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110389466394441234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110389466394441234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110389466394441234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110372295528664674</id><published>2004-12-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:14.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah that's right. A wave of melancholy has hit me. Maybe it's the festival mood. Not everyone has something to do over the Christmas week. I, for one, am stuck at home contemplating about life and the universe. Maybe it is my way being a scourge. Doesn't help if there is no one special to celebrate it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad isn't it, a happy occasion giving me the blues which make blues magic a great joy to listen to. The fact is that the people i wish that are around aren't around. It doubles the mood of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this discussion with a friend that romantism in Singapore is died. How can you Romance Singapore, when the idea of a proposal is "Dear, the letter has just arrived, why don't we ROM or our deposit will be forfeited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my preception of the world in general, I can't help to think that there is a need for more romance in my life and yet I seem to be looking at all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, such is the way of life. Maybe someone will miraclous appear and save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&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/9714927-110372295528664674?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110372295528664674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110372295528664674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110372295528664674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110372295528664674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2004/12/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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-9714927.post-110360271041695742</id><published>2004-12-21T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:39:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, I have finally started blogging. Seems a little late compared to others, well maybe it's just to air some of my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long road to civilisation. I always believed that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but this believe is seriously being tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue. I have been saying that over the last 10 years of my life. Maybe that's why I didn't get very far. Maybe I should get my sorry little ass moving and see if there is someone over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yoda's voice* Trying too hard you are. Relax you must. The world must you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My voice* Yes Master Yoda...&lt;br /&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/9714927-110360271041695742?l=sstrider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/feeds/110360271041695742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714927&amp;postID=110360271041695742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110360271041695742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714927/posts/default/110360271041695742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstrider.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy'/><author><name>Silent Strider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601881838289958663</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>
