<?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-14086607</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:35:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bump</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14086607.post-3086703544491365373</id><published>2006-10-15T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:13:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;not the first, you're the last. i have been thinking about the races i had in life. i have came in first once, in the rest, i was last. &lt;BR&gt;this holiday has been a blast. i have traveled to indonesia, where i suffered mosquito bites tremendously. i have also traveled to genting again, where i had fun again! this time with a whole new group of people. interesting and fun.&lt;BR&gt;played rides like the space shot. which i have conquered again. :)) i also played the superman ride which requires you to lie down mimicking the normal roller coaster. but this time face first. so it was totally a blast. especially when it was going at a promotional price. normally, it was going at RM$10 for 1 ride. Because we had this unlimited pass thing, the ride was, RM$10 for 5 consecutive rides. At least to us, the ride was super worth it. We managed to clear the theme park in 2 hours. after which, the theme park closed for the day. &lt;BR&gt;Seriously, i would give anything to have those days b  ack. fun, and no stress, no burdens.&lt;BR&gt;went to malaysia last thursday again. some how i feel that malaysia is starting to run in my blood, i can never seem to stop talking&amp;nbsp;about malaysia. well, i went in, city square. got a haircut again, and watched super cheap shows, RM$6, RM$3 for a popcorn combo. where in singapore can you find something like that? the cheapest that i know of now is $5-6 and the cinema isn't comfortable. unlike MALAYSIA's one. another "malaysia" that i have mentioned. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;sentosa last friday with both my nokia friends and frisbee friends were a blast.&lt;BR&gt;we had&amp;nbsp; a small pick up against some other team, and thrashed them big time. but actually they were playing it for the first time. :))&lt;BR&gt;i went for the ride that lets you sit of this small cart and lets you roll down the hill. the speed was awesome. and i loved it. when ever there's a turn, you should slow down, when i was passing the circuit, i saw this lady who somehow did not slow down and crashed into the safety barrier. I couldn't help but laugh. Yes i'm mean, but look at it this way. the bend is a big bend and yet. shouldn't say more.&lt;BR&gt;this coming sat! Ultimate frisbee friendly&amp;nbsp;pickup against SMU. i cant wait. its a challenge that i don't expect to be last in. &lt;BR&gt;school reopens tomorrow. i like the sound of it. but then, hello exams.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;With MSN Spaces email straight to your blog. Upload jokes, photos and more. 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I'm in macdonalds. I'm here everyday. Studying. The prices of the drinks and food are super expensive. And the worst part, the food makes me very tired. So much for active lifestyle. Who will even be in the mood to exercise after a meal of macdonalds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-115639697734994888?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/115639697734994888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=115639697734994888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115639697734994888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115639697734994888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/08/macdonalds.html' title='macdonalds'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-115616369153830148</id><published>2006-08-21T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:34:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;i cried today. this show on hbo made me cry. &lt;BR&gt;i have totally no idea why, but the story line was fantastic. &lt;BR&gt;and i have totally no idea whats the name of the show. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i crept out of bed today, being late for study session with yos and wee kwan. &lt;BR&gt;i met yos at bukit batok for lunch. mixed vegetable rice, that's what they call it. &lt;BR&gt;we then left to macdonald's to study, we studied for about, 4 hours. &lt;BR&gt;although i didn't feel right cause we usually study for 6-7 hours. &lt;BR&gt;but this terrible headache sank in. it has not been the first time. &lt;BR&gt;but it always happen after thinking too much on something. stress? &lt;BR&gt;we left with wee kwan who sprained his wrist, thumb some 1-2 months ago but only decided to fix it yesterday. &lt;BR&gt;he was moaning about how weak his fingers felt. &lt;BR&gt;even with that, yos and i dragged him to a nearby cyber cafe located at jurong entertainment centre. &lt;BR&gt;we played 2 hours of warcraft. we had a good laugh, and that definitely made me feel better. &lt;BR&gt;went for dinner at the new food court. had korean food. some bibimiba rice thing, it had egg yolk, bean sprouts, vegetables, carrots. &lt;BR&gt;you have to mix it up, and tah da. you will get this messy meal. but it is one of my favorite korean food, other than kimchi. &lt;BR&gt;was really happy with the meal, other than the bean sprouts, they gave me the full bean sprouts even with the bean, which usually should be removed, and, from some mother saying, if you eat too much of the bean, you will be more prone to cancer. &lt;BR&gt;i have no idea whether the saying was actually true or not, but at least i removed it. call me picky but what if its true? &lt;BR&gt;went to the arcade after some persuasion from yos. we played the new game, time crisis 4, i totally sucked at it. but well, i tried. &lt;BR&gt;we played another shooting game, some combat game, and again i sucked at it. but well, i tried too! &lt;BR&gt;left home after that, it was a long, and warm journey in the overcrowded train. &lt;BR&gt;it got really empty after choa chu kang. which was good, cause i never liked crowds. &lt;BR&gt;reached home only about 30 minutes later, having to see my mum watching tv, and i joined in. watching till 2 am. &lt;BR&gt;crazy. tv, media. such marvelous creations. wouldn't you love it? &lt;BR&gt;at 2 am, the exam fever crashed in again. i was feeling all lethargic again, i didn't want to move, i didn't want to talk, i didn't want to think. &lt;BR&gt;i just wanted to study, i have to pass. i will pass. i will. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;there was a frisbee pick up game today. i was dying to go. i was really hoping to play. to throw that disc. &lt;BR&gt;exams, grrr. &lt;BR&gt;ultimate frisbee. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i'm super excited in the month of september. &lt;BR&gt;i'll be attempting to run 10 km once every 2 days. &lt;BR&gt;i want to be trim. &lt;BR&gt;i want to be trim. &lt;BR&gt;and i'm going to indonesia with yos and wee kwan, we will be on a field trip, organized by yos! &lt;BR&gt;3 days and 2 nights. i expect to do lots of shopping, sight seeing, and fun. &lt;BR&gt;yos have been talking about how we're getting around, our accommodation, the food, the life there and the mozzies. &lt;BR&gt;i really cannot wait. &lt;BR&gt;and from september, i can finally apply for the driving license. &lt;BR&gt;which is another thing that i am anticipating really badly. i can't wait to have my hands on my dad's car. &lt;BR&gt;i miss my dad, he's on a work trip. only be back on sunday. &lt;BR&gt;he has been away since, wednesday morning. &lt;BR&gt;i really miss his jokes, his smile and his services! (keeping the place clean and organized) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;oh, and i visited this mini-melts vending machine. &lt;BR&gt;if you ever walk pass the machine, i reckon you take &lt;FONT size=0&gt;S$ 2&lt;/FONT&gt; and get a ice-cream. &lt;BR&gt;the technology used to get the ice-cream out from the freezer and passing it to you is really fascinating. &lt;BR&gt;i know i sound like a small 2 year old. but i just like seeing things work. &lt;BR&gt;and the ice-scream is not those super hard ice-cream, the temperature is just right, hence making the ice-cream's texture just right too. &lt;BR&gt;so i reckon you should try the machine soon. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;have you watched the gauntlets on mtv? &lt;BR&gt;you should watch. the guys are super muscular, not all but the majority. &lt;BR&gt;i was even drooling at their perfectly chiseled chests and abs, so spend some time in front of the tv if your parents allow. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;you must be also wondering why i'm blogging so late. &lt;BR&gt;i couldn't sleep. i was thinking about so many things. &lt;BR&gt;from friends, family to school, to work. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;all i hope is that you listen, &lt;BR&gt;on and on, &lt;BR&gt;some thing is wrong, &lt;BR&gt;nothing to hold on to, &lt;BR&gt;use these words to lead you on, &lt;BR&gt;just listen. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;HR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Express yourself instantly with Windows Live Messenger! &lt;A href="http://imagine-msn.com/messenger/launch80/default.aspx?locale=en-us&amp;amp;source=joinmsncom/messenger" target=_new&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;Windows Live Messenger!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;With MSN Spaces email straight to your blog. 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href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cried-today_21.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-115582172762606617</id><published>2006-08-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:35:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>headaches. it keeps pouring in. everyday.&lt;br /&gt;more and more and more.&lt;br /&gt;water? i had more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;food? i had more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;vegetables? i had some.&lt;br /&gt;fruits? i had strawberry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;or exam fever? is this it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14086607.post-115549935897575224</id><published>2006-08-14T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:02:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what supposed to start well didnt really start well.&lt;br /&gt;not well.&lt;br /&gt;studied yet again. with the same friend. after only less then 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;this time at a new location.&lt;br /&gt;half an hour into studying, manager came.&lt;br /&gt;birthday party, taking up entire level.&lt;br /&gt;"i'm afraid u have to leave in 15minutes."&lt;br /&gt;bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached king albert park,&lt;br /&gt;crowded. super crowded.&lt;br /&gt;and there was a party, this time, employee party.&lt;br /&gt;luckily it was in an enclosed room.&lt;br /&gt;but that didnt make any difference,&lt;br /&gt;the entire level was either filled with secondary or junior college students.&lt;br /&gt;from what i saw, they were also mugging for their respective papers.&lt;br /&gt;dilligent but not so dilligent. everyone was chatting, including me.&lt;br /&gt;studied, yes, 3 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;bad middle start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for dinner at the market. which has seemed to become a routine.&lt;br /&gt;the entire place was filled.&lt;br /&gt;shared the seat, with a old lady that was young at heart. cheerful lady.&lt;br /&gt;walked the entire market.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the standard of cooking and preparations and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;all turned me off, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;only 2 stalls made me think twice, the fish porridge, keuy.&lt;br /&gt;fish porridge, i dont know how they did it, but the fish is ever so tender, smooth and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;keuy, i again dont know how they did it, but the seasoning is something i could die for.&lt;br /&gt;whats the best thing to finish with all that food?&lt;br /&gt;sugarcane juice. that green juice. slurp.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad middle middle start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yos decided to play some pool at the nearby pool centre.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i was in the mood, i joined him.&lt;br /&gt;played 6 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;won 3 rounds, and lost the other few.&lt;br /&gt;i personally felt, we both totally had no pool ball sense.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing at the end, we had fun. quite a good laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;i was irritated by the cashier who doesnt even bother giving you the welcome look.&lt;br /&gt;so much for "smile 2006".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to the BUS STOP.&lt;br /&gt;waited for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;this time i beared with the pain that was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i beared with everything.&lt;br /&gt;at least i tried.&lt;br /&gt;and i survived.&lt;br /&gt;bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched community shield,&lt;br /&gt;chelsea vs liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;liverpool won.&lt;br /&gt;yasmin was over the moon, hence she should be able to pass those papers she have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;chelsea lost, i'm not a fan, but they should have punished liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grills.&lt;br /&gt;picture yourself having gills.&lt;br /&gt;picture yourself swimming with gills.&lt;br /&gt;picture yourself breathing with gills.&lt;br /&gt;picture yourself being grilled.&lt;br /&gt;grills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish fish fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly lost this blog entry, blogger went bonkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-115549935897575224?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/115549935897575224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=115549935897575224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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how happy you can be when taking the transport.&lt;br /&gt;but do you think you get that?&lt;br /&gt;everytime i take the bus, i get splinting headaches, WHY? the air-con is at the minimal, the bus keeps jerking, the bus seats are cramped, the lightings are dim, the bus is noisy due to engine noise.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know its the public transport, i know the conditions are less than ideal in the 3rd world countries. But, i'm living in the first world, the transport companies self pro-claim how good it is to take the journey with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the miserable 1 hour bus ride to study at bt timah, tough, thats excluding the time going home. so i guess you should pretty much figure out why i'm so blardy pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Buses.&lt;br /&gt;Studied for 6 hours, ate 2 meals. fattening i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Left for dinner at the nearby market. yes, fattening.&lt;br /&gt;and that sparked the tummy upset.&lt;br /&gt;relieved my self at home, and nearly wiping out my entire family.&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of it. i really cant help but laugh when i see their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just made cha lin, super in love with malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;she went in today again, for, karaoke? she was boasting how cheap it was.&lt;br /&gt;whats getting me on my nerves is that i havent heard from her since 12 noon?&lt;br /&gt;say i think too much, but she's my friend!&lt;br /&gt;so cha lin, if you ever happen to read this, text me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want your mum to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisting and turning.&lt;br /&gt;cables, thats whats constantly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;is it a kind of sign?&lt;br /&gt;or probably its just another kind.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start thinking, all over, and i think this actually rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;but, cables are still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;twisting and turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;to cheaper beer.&lt;br /&gt;Garrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-115539854658861627?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/115539854658861627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=115539854658861627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115539854658861627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115539854658861627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/08/buses.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-115531099252176172</id><published>2006-08-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:43:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lean back and try running. I wouldnt say its easy.&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes past so fast. 1 day, 1 minute, 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Will running backwards help slow things down? how i wish things could just slowly fly by.&lt;br /&gt;But theres nothing i want more.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, went there again, never seems to stop entertaining me, but i guess, its the company.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, i just love the cheap food, while others simply love the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I went with cute, adorable chalin and yos. Just realised how much a shopping fantic they both are.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i really only can sumarize my entire day in a few words. i loved the food. and of course the company.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked you in the eyes, sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-115531099252176172?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/115531099252176172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=115531099252176172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115531099252176172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115531099252176172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/08/lean-back-and-try-running.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-115530949837157334</id><published>2006-08-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:18:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-115530949837157334?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/115530949837157334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=115530949837157334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115530949837157334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/115530949837157334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113837944181793553</id><published>2006-01-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:30:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese new year. rejoice? or weep? i had my tests 2 weeks ago. took 3. failed 2. my favourite subjects. maths and circuits. needless to say. the dissappointment i feel. it really hurts. guess i played too much this semester. had too much fun. time to get serious, not for cny. but in preparation of my final exams that is so close.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. this is not linked to the previous paragraph. my eye lids keep closing. i think i have lost the energy to move or even get something done. is it cause i havent been to church for a long while? and god forgot to recharge me? or is it that i havent been for dragon boat training? that is supposed to pump my energy level? or is it that i'm old? till i figure out, there are still things that i am happy about. i bought this new watch "franck muller" model: crazy hours. go check it out. i'll not disclose the price. :D now... i'm tired again.&lt;br /&gt;Recently there are these mock up terrorists attacks all over singapore. and there something i realise. singaporeans dont go out. if i were to be thinking in a mind of a madman. i'll probably bomb estates? i'm definitely not a madman. and to prove that... i have a lovely home. lovely parents. lovely brother. and i'll not leave them because some one convinces me its right to kill. so back to the topic. if in the public, u were to bomb? u'll kill 10 people. injure 100 people. in a block, u kill 500 people hurt? no hurt. just deaths. thats something the MPs should think about. seriously. and there's this recent redecoration in my block by the GRC. they repainted the place. which i like. they redecorated the main dustbin area? and u didnt get me wrong. the redecorated the dustbin areas. which serves no pupose. no one stays there. no one stays there more than 10 mins. something definitely to think about.&lt;br /&gt;battlefield2.&lt;br /&gt;in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;watch.&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;school. (no)&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113837944181793553?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113837944181793553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113837944181793553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113837944181793553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113837944181793553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113709908379932987</id><published>2006-01-13T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T04:51:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Uncovering the shock in the mirror. Pimples. Pimples AND MORE... blarddy hell. the more i come to think of it. the more i can imagine me looking like the future mark lee. and taking things positively. he's rich. famous. (singapore context). And talking about the ZIT problem... i have traced the footsteps of the zits. and found out. 99% has to do with the stress related examinations. which was one hell of a week. Studying maths over and over. Ciruits over and over. and over. Doesnt make you sick. What does... is... seeing your friend everyday! and whats more. after every 10-12 hours of seperation to sleep. you wake up. finding yourself going to study with them again! not that i dislike them. but i feel that meeting guys that often is rreallly not right. and with one of them even calling me 'darling' you really have to take your stand. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking awake. at 4.14 in the morning? er. blame it on the past few nights. i started studying from this time till the paper ends! tough? but bearable. why? cause... i'm Garrick! i would like to talk about the week, since i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to horror. exams, the start of the actual week of exams. normally. i'll never feel so bad, worried over a paper. but the feelings poured in. the weather killed-ed it even more. which was really demoralizing. waited outside the lecture theatre for the green light to enter. every one around me was talking about 'mathematics with calculus (A-0 maths) ' and it was really scary. everyone was mumbling things about 'dy/dx' which really added to the headache. at least i survived the entrance. the paper was an average paper, some tough questions... and some give away marks, which i added? and turns out. i could pass this.&lt;br /&gt;finished the paper.&lt;br /&gt;studied again.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;shocked. killings around me. its the Hari Raya Haji. I meant killing of the goats for the needy. haha. sheesh. i lost a wire in my head. i think. well. woke up, felt bad. even the 8 hr sleep. cause. my guy buddies kept calling me to wake up... i know i was late. and thats why they called. and their never stopping phone rings, made me have another anger sparked morning. Got slightly 'piss-a-fied' studied for like 8-9 hours straight? and i didnt understand a single thing. reached home at about 1130. decided to study. and the feeling kept pushing me on fueling my energy giving me that never ending Boooooost. and result of not sleeping that night? amazing. (i lost 20 pounds! in 6 hours! isnt that great?)&lt;mocking&gt; whats really so amazing is that i managed to really understand what the blardy question wants and the method to solving it. i felt really happy that day. and really really high. what added to the high-ness. my study buddy called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-&lt;br /&gt;Weekwan (WK): Garrick morning.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Helloo.&lt;br /&gt;WK: you didnt sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How the hell you know. I havent told anyone about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;WK: come on. you sound so awake. so not you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What. actually true. so anyway... what's up.&lt;br /&gt;WK: i'm driving. want me to pick you up to school?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea SURE! why would i reject a mercs ride to school!&lt;br /&gt;WK: Okay. see you in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited at the bus stop. Saw his car ( not really his. His dad's. His dad's boss's?) complicated thing. i saw the car. and it was like speeding at 110Km/hr towards the bus stop? and i was standing in the middle of the lane? ( getting his attention ) its was so scary. and indeed you pay for safety. he stopped right infront me. at least he didnt skid.&lt;br /&gt;Finished my Paper. and was driven home for a 2 hour sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Studied again.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt; Stressed out. realised a big zit popped out. trying to study the entire morning. Was very distracted because of the clocks were all... not synchronized. 3 clocks in my room? all 3 had totally different timings. and no matter how many times i tune to the actual time. it some how experiences.. jet lag? :D Because of the distraction i didnt really know the subject in and out. i only know the basics of each section. and if that wasnt enough. i spent 4 hours figuring how to do a 1.5 hours paper. another paper doomed to fail. or at least not get an average result.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the script. saw questions that were manageable(right?) was required to complete 5 out of 7 questions. Did 3 questions in 30 mins. and i accidentally slept for 30 mins. and rushed the last 2 questions in 30 mins. perfect planning?!&lt;br /&gt;Finished the paper. friends suggested to go to plaza singapura to play the latest arcade games. i was free so i agreed. reached there. played till 6?&lt;br /&gt;left with one friend for dinner. and as we were taking the post dinner stroll. a lady that looked like a dee-jay from power 98 approached us, passed us 'live 8' concert tickets. (was screening at GV for free.) and feeling young and bored. i dragged my friend to watch. as expected it was the awareness  program that artistes all around the world sing to stop poverty. and they dont need your money. (something the singapore charities should consider. rather then doing the same stunts every year. do something like a singing marathon or something. At least it's something new to look forward to?) I basically enjoyed the 1.5 hours video screening of the international concert. bands like U2, greenday and many more were singing. and i was also singing (in silence). Left for home. watched tv, channel hopped. eventually slept. and i leads to the top of this blog. morning!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing a pass for christmas 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113709908379932987?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113709908379932987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113709908379932987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113709908379932987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113709908379932987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113636985577026598</id><published>2006-01-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:17:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to resolutions i vow to keep.</title><content type='html'>keeping the vows. here comes 06, bye 05. thats life? whats better to start this year by actually having exams on the 2nd week of the first month. like why! and why is it that poly students have to actually study during this festive periods while our breaks are like... in the middle of no where? why? are we not that important? i feel sick anyway. have had a tummy ache since... fri? had a super bad headache on sunday. which was new year day. which again... i had to work. i was drowning myself with panadols every 2 hours? and the pian couldnt really stop. but skipped through the day. and the pay was miserable. $15 and hour. when most of my collegues promised me a pay of a $21? for the weekend? and only after starting work. all i understand from my boss was.. $10.50 an hour on sat. and $15 on sunday. but at least i did not have to do much talking. cause i clinched 6 sales in 2 days! low? i had a roadshow not selling a set at all! and that definitely redefines sad. back to date. i'm feeling lost. when ever i'm in school.. i'll ponder as i see my dragon boat friends walk past. and i remember working out with them and leaving me to think. what have i been doing not working out with them. whats holding me back? leaves me to think really really hard. and i'm still thinking. haha. and with the new year, you definitely need resolutions. and i promised to keep 3 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Not going to date a girl for a year.&lt;br /&gt;2: Not spending unnessecary money.&lt;br /&gt;3: Get a LV bag for mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... all might seem like a joke. but think about it. its a resolution! and its something u have to try to keep. more like... a fulfilment?&lt;br /&gt;Studying has started for me. its back at the library... sitting and doing the same thing for the next few days. education? i think it is. studied yesterday at cine's burger king. which was ultimately a no choice thing. when my friends and i decided to step out of cine, it started raining. so turned out studying in town! and at burger king. there was this couple. young couple. 15 year old or so i guess. one's from 'scgs' the other 'acs : barker' they were licking each other in the front of burger king. every one was staring. including me. what happen to privacy. why in public. i dont mind they do that. its maybe their form of love? but in public. gross? back on track. i'm in school now. and instead of studying. i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113636985577026598?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113636985577026598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113636985577026598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113636985577026598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113636985577026598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-resolutions-i-vow-to-keep.html' title='to resolutions i vow to keep.'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113327549983314117</id><published>2005-11-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:45:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hail the new week. fresh start. fresh new pair of running shoes. dad got me this "sacony" shoes which has the gel system and would be easier to the knees. And i have been trying it on both monday. and tuesday. Works a little. at least i dont feel the strain on my knee anymore. such miracles. :D well. started today at 10am? and called the O2 care centre which was the first thing that jumped to my mind. had a resourceful conversation with the customer service. at least he's much better than the previous call. (which pissed the hell out of me) was 15 minutes late for school which was nothing to the teacher in charge. he just said.... "now then you come, just sign the attendance" i smirked at my friends who couldnt have that 15 minutes extra of sleep. muhaha. but that smirked didnt really work out well. during lunch i offered my service to get prata. which i died for.... i had to wait for 15 minutes. (standing) and only then i got my order taken down. blame who? the female prata person. and... 2 idiots who bought 7 egg pratas each. how piggish is that. PEOPLE LOOK. i'm not the piggiest person afterall! haha. :P but the wait was super irritating. had normal lesson... and i was gonna be taught binaries codes and stuff. which! was another case of see from the text and you'll know. i skipped it. haha. and left for running. and at that moment... nokia's melissa called who happens to study in the same school...&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "garrick! where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "school?"&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "school ended?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yea"&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "come and meet me. i need your help!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "with?"&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "just come and you'll know. meet me at 'cheers'."&lt;br /&gt;and being garrick i was so nice to walk to cheers that was on the way to the stadium anyway. waited for about 5 minutes. she popped out.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "what phones do you have with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "N3230 and O2 mini?"&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "Great! can you lend me your 3230"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "for what.."&lt;br /&gt;Mel: "handphone no batt. need it urgently. please... will return to you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "grrrr... waste my time. fine. pass it back to me by tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;am i super nice or what.&lt;br /&gt;left to the stadium and started running. 9 rounds. call me crazy if you must. i do run everyday. and did pull ups. and did a 1 lap swim. haha. best part.. i had dragon boat later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Why so crazy? the rumour had it that dragon boat doesnt have a training today but instead a meeting. and it really turned up to be a meeting. a super long one. from 6-9? and what we did was watch the video taped race. listen to the coach complain about attitudes and stuff. and followed by that the overall in charge talked about the importance of sticking together and the stepping down of the 2 capts. which took almost 1hour. and had a growling stomach. and at 9? what can i expect other than handmade noodles or macdonalds. if it ended earlier i would definitely have pasta mania. had china made noodles instead. :( there goes one day of running. haha. how... pi.... figure the rest out yourself. parents just came home! wooohooo. shall blog another day then.&lt;br /&gt;little chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113327549983314117?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113327549983314117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113327549983314117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113327549983314117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113327549983314117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/11/hail-new-week.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113284918671605773</id><published>2005-11-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:19:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>describing today is really impossible. but then, i guess i may be able to put it in words. &lt;br /&gt;er hem. started school with english. i still cannot understand why english? why! i scored a b3? and they're forcing me to take english? how is that possible. but then, looking on the positive side. i've been stammering since i quit debates. and on top of everything, at least this semester i maybe able to get a distinction. moving on. had normal class which was a mixture of maths and physics maths and physics. (try saying that fast, garrick's tongue twisters) ended the lessons with high spirits cause i could run with friends. like finally? running alone really makes me mad. and did i mention. the day before. when i was running, i noticed this bunch of SAJC girls playing touch rugby. basically they were shouting and thats why i noticed. and i saw this very familar face. JOY! crap. at the moment when i am loosing those excess fats. a female friend has to turn up. gulp. survived that anyway. continuing about today, since class ended at 3. we started running at 3.40pm? which was very sunny for a normal day. with the sun smiling at me, i persuaded myself to run. and i completed 7 rounds? stopped due to dehydration.Wee kwan and Yos complained about the heat and requested for a swim which ended up more like a dip. had fun and left. while walking to food junction which had chicken chop. macroroni (right?), fries, potato. that was considered little. but the drinks made me full. water and barley. i saw the dragon boat guys. most of them in the air-conned gym. chatting away. and looking amazed i walked past. surprised but nevermind. i'll be joining them very soon.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should stop here. sorry about the mess in description. my memory can't stick together, all in pieces. so many things to worry.&lt;br /&gt;projects. maths. physics. family. running. dragon boat. work. so many more.&lt;br /&gt;dad and mum just went to their room reminding me to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, everytime they do that. i really want to tell them i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113284918671605773?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113284918671605773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113284918671605773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113284918671605773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113284918671605773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/11/describing-today-is-really-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-113267183167878085</id><published>2005-11-23T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:03:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>train ride. usually the most boring of all transportation. why?&lt;br /&gt;tv: with no audio&lt;br /&gt;seats: with no cushion&lt;br /&gt;poles: that are always not enough&lt;br /&gt;and yet smrt chooses to charge me $1.50 per ride. Am i not a student that doesnt have enough money for food. Why can students that are in institutions enjoy that $0.50 rate.&lt;br /&gt;anyway enought complaining. but what i do like about train rides are that you can observe the behaviours of people that board from different stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clementi: ah bengs&lt;br /&gt;jurong: tired people&lt;br /&gt;boon lay: bangala people&lt;br /&gt;bukit batok: china people&lt;br /&gt;kranji: god of gamblers&lt;br /&gt;woodlands: malays&lt;br /&gt;admiralty: handsome young guys like me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont tell me you fainted after that last line i wrote. I'll be super dissapointed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;jokes aside.&lt;br /&gt;finished school today at 5. hesistated to consider whether to go for dragon boat training, but my knee still hurt. henceforth i skipped it again. and instead left for town.&lt;br /&gt;not to shop but to catch harry potter. call me a loner if you must. watching movies alone. but think about it, if i were to have asked a girl. i would have to send her home and time is wasted, and before i even meet the girl, she'll 98% be late! and there goes wasted time again. Its not i dont appreciate my friends but the time everyday gives me simply is not enough. So i believe it is clear that why i watch movies alone. Everything is at my own pace, no need to wait for someone or letting someone wait for me. Harry potter was great, his hair looked slightly absurd for his 14 year old age. where's the basic school regulations? long hair? weird. caught the rest of the show and luckily it did not make me sleep. after which i had a hot hot hot bowl of handmade noodles which was the last resort. and left for home! on my way back i thought about ciruits. dont ask me why i fantasize about it, it just happens after spending 6 hours with ciruits. after which.. at yio chu kang. i saw this group of people looking my way, and with the normal response, i looked back and saw my dragon boat friends! at least 2 whom i know. looking at how persistant they are puts me in a really really difficult spot. i just cant seem to find my drive which i had 2 months back. when it all started. questions to the mental power i possesED. solving it by equations? f(x).(y).(1/2u)? or just time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-113267183167878085?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/113267183167878085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=113267183167878085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113267183167878085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/113267183167878085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/11/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112972230265366282</id><published>2005-10-19T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:45:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suprised with what you see? dont be. thats really me!&lt;br /&gt;anyway to those die hard blog jumping readers. i wont be blogging that much. maybe once a month or even less. blame me for being crazy but, i dont what to live in jail. Starting to realise, people are just so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Garrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112972230265366282?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112972230265366282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112972230265366282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112972230265366282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112972230265366282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/10/suprised-with-what-you-see-dont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112352253060162185</id><published>2005-08-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:35:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont blame me for not blogging. blogger has some serious issues regards to publishing what i write. it happens all the time! they have to hang on me. and if this publishes successfully, it plainly means... they understand garrick is really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's national day! &lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then again. no yay.&lt;br /&gt;it means i'll either be stucked at home or going out with friends playing pool. and yes. pool is fun. but i have like 6 blisters all over my palm, my head isnt feeling that good. how can i play in such critical condition. and mind you. the blisters.. 4 are super big ones. there's this one where its 3 blisters in one. imagine the pain, blood and water gushing out my skin. *&lt;em&gt;gulp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(really regretted playing golf on fri, dragon boat rowing on saturday, drum mania on monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yes its true. and official. i'm in love with drum mania. its one of those arcade simulators where you hit the drums! for like only $1! for 5 songs. no doubt its embarrassing missing couple of beats. but looking on the bright side. i completed like 80 songs already. cheers! and then again. you might ponder. blisters? drums? you got to be kidding you weak piece of sh*t. (you guys are too young to learn this word yea) but imagine. 5 drums. and only 4 works the last one kinds of craps up every now and then. so that means. you have to hit it really really hard. and therefore it led to the extra blisters i caught from golf and dragon boat. ouch. but its pretty much a good thing too. the pain was getting unbearable and i skipped training today and went for seafood with the entire family. had lots of crab and its the second time in 3 days. imagine the amount of calories built up over these meals. burp. went for small talk at cousin's place, and the small talk was 3 hours long. its small. the longest they talked was like... 7 hours? chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;wait! before i post this blog. i want make a rant!&lt;br /&gt;O2 service centre operates with totally no management. they promised to return my pda by the 4th of August. and they only called today. and not telling me its really but instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;operator: &lt;/strong&gt;Good morning Mr.Gan as for your pda. we found a little crack in the casing, and we advise you change the cover. the price of the cover is $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, Good morning. so $15 for the front and back casing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;operator: &lt;/strong&gt;nope. only the back. (the back casing is really small and pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;what? $15. i'll call you back.&lt;br /&gt;-call ended-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;calls dad&lt;/em&gt;) hey daddy. O2 finally called. they want me to change the cover which i wasnt aware of cracked. they are charging me $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;what? they delayed the service of the phone and now they are asking for money for some minor repairs? blarddy operators. give me the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;64....... (cant remember the rest) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;see you at dinner. kallang, 1830hrs. (he's in the navy. he likes going how many hours.)&lt;br /&gt;-call ended-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt;  did the operator call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;no. no one called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;was your phone turned off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;daddy, if my phone was turned off. how did you get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;luck maybe? anyway. i scolded the operator. she kept quiet and said she'll call back. blarddy operator. almost an hour already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;oh. then what about my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;no worries. this time i got hold of her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: *&lt;/strong&gt;laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt; where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; playing some drum game now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad: &lt;/strong&gt;take care. see you later.&lt;br /&gt;-call ended-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? the service? its so... lousy. i still stand for NOKIA! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day. -&gt; Happy HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Garrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112352253060162185?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112352253060162185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112352253060162185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112352253060162185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112352253060162185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-blame-me-for-not-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112257071233284265</id><published>2005-07-29T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:58:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/183/1600/Mrt_brella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/183/320/Mrt_brella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is so frustrating. one moment you need it. another moment you don't. When you are up for love, it aint up for you. such simple sentences. Such profound meaning. well study week is almost over. revisions are only half pass six. Have not caught much of what's taught. The constant building pressure is killing me. Why didn't I study earlier. Life has always been full of regrets. *Pissed. Waiting for trian at dhoby ghaut. Some "girl" behind me BURPED. A loud one. Where has all the girl attitude gone. BURPING should be left to guys. God made man and woman for a purpose. Time to think where teachings of man and woman went. Shouldn't guys be the rowdy ones. And girls try to maintain to be the gentle, sweet, and loving one? Right? the world is taking pictures. Flashes left and right is making me giddy. whats so interesting about the mrt. Whats worse? They were singaporeans. *knock... Ah. Something caught my eye. An artificial brella on the mrt's handrail. Cool. i'll snap a picture later. :)) oops, didn't I just commented on the phototaking in Singapore. Right.. today I woke up late again? I was supposed to meet yos at 11am at westmall to study maths and analogue electricity? Happen to wake up at 1020. crap and after I left home. I realized. I did not take my promoter time sheet. And not passing the time sheets up today, simply means no money next month. And I don't want that. I need the money. I have to eat. I have to shop. I have to play. I have so many things to do with the money I earnt. And I resulted being late late at westmall. Yos was just busy looking through his notes and sipping his drink. Had my share of food. Moved on to studying too. Realized that some of the electrical principles I always regarded as difficult appeared so simple and basic to me! I had lots of fun studying. Talking about girls we met. Talking how to solve tough circuits. Life was great. And did I mention. We were at burger king. One of the staff like cheated my fries? I told her I plainly wanted the burger and a regular drink? She charged me the price of a normal value meal. I was like what the hell. So early in the morning. Don't want to argue with you. How nice I am right? ;) after studying till like 4+ I left for my meeting. At Alexendra road, I forgot the buses to take and had no choice but to pester Joy Poh to give me the bus numbers. Got there earlier than expected. And luckily I saw my "mummy" aka the boss. She pulled me into the office where another promoter was already there. And after that I didn’t feel dumb to come so early. Hush. Meeting started at 715. was greeted with the smell of good food. The nokia meeting cum gathering was great. Starting to feel welcomed. All thanks to that singtel desire roadshow. Finally clicked. Woohoo. the purpose of me at today's meeting was the N90. i assumed i'll get the phone to play with. Yet. Disappointed again. Well. Heres an insider comment on that phone. NO vibration mode. One full timer mentioned it as VIBRATOR. (DUMB) i was like pondering. Since when. Since when nokia moved to pleasure. *ahem. ;)) 2ndly the phone is real bulky. The text input is small. Very small. Fonts not increase-able. New basic phones like 6030 and 1600. BOTH are seriously major basic phones. The 6030 has only, radio? And other than that, there are no more special features. Gosh. And 1600? Its boasts to have a 65k colored screen? And when u actually look at the real thing? I looks as if it is only running on a 4k colored screen. But what’s so cool? You just have to hold the star key on the phone. And the time is being read out. Like in 4 programmable language. "English. Chinese. Malay. Vietnamese." THE TIME IS 108AM. Cool huh. But other than that. You might go HUH when you see it. Huh! So lousy one arh. END. :) back to criticism. NOKIA permanent(perm) staff. The promoters, they already earn enough. yet they keep interfering with the part timer's incentives. Hello... We are after all your seniors in this field. You guys bearly even have ½ a year's working experience at nokia. Bleargh. our boss was saying about sponsoring upgrades from a 2G sim to a 3G one. At every 3G roadshow. Part timers get $20 extra each day to use the 3G service during the roadshow. and the full timers had to say: allowance too much. 3G only 10¢ a min. $10 enough. Like... Shut up full timers. They make me boil on top of the pressure I already have from studies. Simply... Dciks. Come on, we are students, we are poor enough. Why reduce our pocket money! And frankly? Those full timers look really odd. Like 90% smoke. 90% are bengs. Well, there goes the Nokia's friendly impression. Boo! Admiralty Station. Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think i'm in love. maybe not. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112257071233284265?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112257071233284265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112257071233284265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112257071233284265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112257071233284265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-is-so-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112148841770934032</id><published>2005-07-16T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:45:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>What the hell! the photo taking thing was... crap!!! the photographer was like super far away. "trying" to take candid shots. how dumb was that! I believe my photo will be like. is that spot garrick? looks like it. haha. yea! sounds dumb? it is. i'm chucked at home alone. with my pesky little brother. parents went out. over the seas. 1 week. with gordon? is that what my parents wanted? him to kill me? it has been 5 hours since my parents left. and everything is going on smoothly. no insults. no attempts of murder yet! lets pray things carry on this way. :)) grin. but with my parents away. i have to entertain him. bringing him for bowling and muvvees. so people. dont assume i'm gay when u see him with me. anyway, i only won him at bowling once! after he joined assumptions bowling team... but who cares. i have dragon boat rowing later! its finally in the sea again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;off for lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;food foood foooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112148841770934032?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112148841770934032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112148841770934032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112148841770934032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112148841770934032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112141438352184134</id><published>2005-07-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:43:55.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holla</title><content type='html'>checks. Holla. i'm in school!! Woa. Scribling furiously. And why am I blogging in school? Because i'm waiting for my phototaking session! yes. I am gonna be taken pictured. and the irony is its for some library picture. They needed people. I happened to be strolling by. And poof. This librarian was chasing me! some sort of talking me into be a free model for her. I kept pestering her to pay me a little but all was in vain! Sob. Anyway. i'm freaking excited. this is like my first phototaking session! Will there be babes I can hold? Will there be stripping till my briefs? Haha. Then again... LIBRARY! oh. 357 now. I'll blog in again later. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112141438352184134?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112141438352184134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112141438352184134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112141438352184134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112141438352184134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/07/holla.html' title='holla'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112136480502380939</id><published>2005-07-15T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:13:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>Oops. Forgot to say. Night! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112136480502380939?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112136480502380939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112136480502380939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112136480502380939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112136480502380939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/07/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112136473819506173</id><published>2005-07-15T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:42:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>awake alone. this early morning scribbling on my pda. just trying to... think of how dragon boat helped me loosed 2.5kg and make me ache all over. and I am starting to love the pain. dragon boat you rawk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112136473819506173?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112136473819506173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112136473819506173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112136473819506173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112136473819506173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/07/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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-14086607.post-112015223985196522</id><published>2005-07-01T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:41:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tesst</title><content type='html'>hi folks. Garrick Davis Gan Yan Lun here.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats getting to this page. i guess the picture enterance wasnt much of a problem huh.&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no worries you are on the right blog.&lt;br /&gt;where are my 70+ posts?&lt;br /&gt;deleted them. getting irritating everytime blogger publishes my blog.&lt;br /&gt;grrr..&lt;br /&gt;:) come on. smile.&lt;br /&gt;i will be blogging here from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14086607-112015223985196522?l=bumpflax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/feeds/112015223985196522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14086607&amp;postID=112015223985196522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112015223985196522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14086607/posts/default/112015223985196522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumpflax.blogspot.com/2005/06/tesst.html' title='tesst'/><author><name>rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394335187938142922</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>
