<?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-8633840711844639532</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:30:48.898+08:00</updated><category term='Phone'/><title type='text'>Anyways</title><subtitle type='html'>My feeble mind cannot comprehend the extensive vocabulary used to construct that string of alphabetically transcribed groups to convey a piece of your utmost knowledge toward my general intellect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-8363122340510064453</id><published>2012-02-02T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:43:34.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and stuffs</title><content type='html'>Stuffs. &amp;lt;Long emo sounding post about life and it's tribulation. Expoisons. New word. Interesting conversations with my mom.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Sarcasm apparently can be considered...rude. Ever so often. I turn very....down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-8363122340510064453?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8363122340510064453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=8363122340510064453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8363122340510064453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8363122340510064453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2012/02/stuff-and-stuffs.html' title='Stuff and stuffs'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4838961674465365401</id><published>2012-01-18T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:55:51.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My door</title><content type='html'>For the first time in years...I can completely go through my door...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4838961674465365401?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4838961674465365401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4838961674465365401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4838961674465365401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4838961674465365401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-door.html' title='My door'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6541954959090423002</id><published>2011-12-28T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:12:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash</title><content type='html'>First word that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of hilarity. Just gotta know where to look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6541954959090423002?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6541954959090423002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6541954959090423002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6541954959090423002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6541954959090423002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/12/smash.html' title='Smash'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4891217526367546103</id><published>2011-12-10T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:21:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care</title><content type='html'>I have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am losing it anyways. It seems as the years have gone by, I am very literally, and seriously, losing my ability to care. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't care about anything anymore. Maybe occasionally I'll give a shit about something, but...most of the time, I could care less about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find that to be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4891217526367546103?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4891217526367546103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4891217526367546103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4891217526367546103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4891217526367546103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/12/care.html' title='Care'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5563918960193756948</id><published>2011-12-09T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T01:03:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Consortium Traders in Nagrand is going on?!</title><content type='html'>I took a look back at some of the poems I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly those that had meanings behind them. It's a good thing that I kept tabs on which were important and which weren't. But they're kinda obvious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I read them. And first I thought, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING BACK THEN?!?! Then I though, wow I can(could) write poems that rhyme and make sense. Thennnnnn I thought, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5563918960193756948?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5563918960193756948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5563918960193756948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5563918960193756948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5563918960193756948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-consortium-traders-in-nagrand-is.html' title='What the Consortium Traders in Nagrand is going on?!'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-8423706130172901359</id><published>2011-12-04T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:46:13.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blue moon</title><content type='html'>To be content with loneliness. Is quite a lie. But only quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-8423706130172901359?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8423706130172901359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=8423706130172901359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8423706130172901359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8423706130172901359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue-moon.html' title='A blue moon'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6256276322105776727</id><published>2011-11-22T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:12:19.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT A DIVERSION</title><content type='html'>DO NOT READ THIS! FOR YOU HAVE NOW BEEN...wasting a few seconds of your time. Yes! My plan is working!! As more people waste their precious seconds I shall continue to collect them then seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into half and hours, half an hours into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into fortnights, then months, then YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I have no idea what's going on there. Just spontaneous writing. You get an idea and you build on it. Tearing down the walls of common sense and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I think that should be the new title of this blog. Anyways. I use it so frequently whilst I blog. Whilst. Such a funny word. "While I blog", "whilst I blog". It just adds so much sophistication into the sentence. Heh, I'm doing so many other things whilst (there it is again) trying to write this blog down. I have the attention span of a pebble. A pebble rolling down a hill. Or a pig on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...HAWKWARD. Yea, I'm just gonna end this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "This is the end of the line for you, This Here."&lt;br /&gt;This Here: "Not in a million years!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Exactly, in a few seconds/minutes, not a million years."&lt;br /&gt;This Here: "Oh. ... Damn."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But before I do that, why is your name This Here?"&lt;br /&gt;TH: "What do you mean why is my name This Here, cuz it is!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But I mean come on, that's a preposterous name!"&lt;br /&gt;TH: "ARE YOU INSULTING MY PARENTS?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I'm insulting your name."&lt;br /&gt;TH: "But they gave me this name that you are insulting therefore you are indirectly insulting them!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "In that case you are also insulting my parents by accusing that I would insult another person's parents with no good reason, due to the lack of teaching on my parent's part."&lt;br /&gt;TH: "Dude, you think too much."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan ends This Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6256276322105776727?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6256276322105776727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6256276322105776727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6256276322105776727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6256276322105776727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-not-diversion.html' title='THIS IS NOT A DIVERSION'/><author><name>Ivannzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07825688823416829166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5652905697952502569</id><published>2011-11-20T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:33:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging iz srs bzness</title><content type='html'>Why hello there ladies and gentlemen of the notactuallytherecuznoonereadsthisanymore demographic! This is a special post commemorating an event on this day a few years ago. Wow that sounded so cool being able to say a few years ago, because technically it was. Technically. Anyways, I had a little blast from the past moment as I went back and read a few of my old posts...and heavens have I changed. In way of thought and all around maturity in thinking. Not even sure if that's proper grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, who cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO! I IZ GRAMMAR NAZI!!! PUNCTUATION MARKS!!!!!!!11111oneoneone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea. Every beginning is also and end. You can't start something new till you've finished what you were working on. So I guess that's that then. How it's been. Hmm. I shall not use small grey lettering/whatever colour I can use to blend in with the background(didn't really work anyways back then) to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEI YEEN, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, WE NEED TO TALK. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Preferably in person eventhough I know that's VERY unlikely, but you know, a boy can dream) Liek, srs bzness. [(Like, serious business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the awesomely challenged] And by talk I mean I have 1 and only 1 question to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I think that this message will not reach her eyes directly. Judging by the fact no one blogs anymore. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, I do for lulz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5652905697952502569?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5652905697952502569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5652905697952502569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5652905697952502569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5652905697952502569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogging-iz-srs-bzness.html' title='Blogging iz srs bzness'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3812217624489167206</id><published>2011-11-12T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:45:46.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinse and repeat</title><content type='html'>I've contemplated it before, but never as serious as I have now. Thought I know I can never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another day in this family. Just another day. Another one to add into the pit. More and more to compress. It's not a bottomless pit. Someone else has already filled up a huge portion of it. Not sure if it can take much more. But then perhaps one day. Perhaps. Perhaps, that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it never will. It's nice to hope. To wish. To lie to yourself. Convince that it just might happen. Because there's always a chance. The small speckle in the vastness of probability. No matter how small, exists. An undeniable fact. That keeps us holding on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day...my day will come. Till then, I think I either need to renovate the pit, or get a bigger thing to keep them at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why did you even bother coming back?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Why did I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, a coward.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3812217624489167206?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3812217624489167206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3812217624489167206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3812217624489167206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3812217624489167206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/rinse-and-repeat.html' title='Rinse and repeat'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3460409196799572293</id><published>2011-11-10T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:57:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I am currently fucking pissed and sleep deprived, yet I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3460409196799572293?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3460409196799572293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3460409196799572293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3460409196799572293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3460409196799572293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1013014409004287250</id><published>2011-11-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:22:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paracetamol</title><content type='html'>Meh. I'm quite bored. And for some reason sleepy. At 10 P.M. eventhough I woke up at 2. But then again I did sleep at 6....anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering routes yesterday. Pondering about the possible outcomes of the roads I could have taken along the way, but chose not to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of deleting this blog due to...well, something. But then again it holds much in terms of content and memory. No one but spammers pass by anymore but at least it still offers me a medium to express thoughts. I could start a diary, but in this household, I'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rambling again as usual, I really have nothing to write yet I'm compelled to. Perhaps it's the long period of absence from writing that is causing this urge to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random fact, I have no idea how to use the semi-colon ";" I really have no clue on how you use it. But after I post this I shall Google it in attempt to learn how to properly use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1013014409004287250?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1013014409004287250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1013014409004287250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1013014409004287250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1013014409004287250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/paracetamol.html' title='Paracetamol'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-567033838516122989</id><published>2011-11-08T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:49:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. No literally, I am. I feel like sleeping. That though, might raise the question as to what the hell I'm doing here. Well...that's a very good question. It seems I love procrastinating so much that I'd do it to sleep as well. Yea, I dunno what I'm typing here, just rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like typing something out, then I thought against it. It's good to keep things within the boundaries of you mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC 25 man! Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did that today, for the first time. Didn't finish the plagueworks though. Sadness. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blegh, I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes! This is turning into an actual blog where I blog about stuff I did and bla bla = = Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-567033838516122989?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/567033838516122989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=567033838516122989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/567033838516122989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/567033838516122989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahh.html' title='Ahh.'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-992034306543637359</id><published>2011-11-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:26:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicycles</title><content type='html'>Today was....a fairly interesting day. A rare chance to test out a hypothesis I had in mind for quite some time. And it seems that my hypothesis was right. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just thought I should type something here to help me remember if I forget. Though I doubt I ever will. I am still quite perplexed about the whole situation, although the whole scenario did seem somewhat predictable. But predict it, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers and merriment all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-992034306543637359?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/992034306543637359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=992034306543637359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/992034306543637359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/992034306543637359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/11/unicycles.html' title='Unicycles'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7536929502094769323</id><published>2011-10-29T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:16:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500th</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, this is interesting. I'm not into this milestone bullshit, but this is my 500th post. And an interesting one it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there's been one major thing plaguing my mind. A very complex question, that only I should be able to answer, yet I cannot. This particular question is "which one of me, is my true self?". Yea. There are different "Ivan's" that exist. There is, the one when with friends, the one when with family, and the one when alone. I'm quite sure that other people also have this kind of thinking. That they're different when with different people. The thing is....the difference between, "with friends Ivan" and "alone Ivan" is quite.....substantial. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why we have different faces for different people. It is for acceptance. We act a certain way we don't normally do, for the sake of being accepted. Until we become really good friends with others till we don't really care anymore. Yet, for me...there is still quite a difference. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is not really a new thought that pounds in my head, it has recently surfaced and consistently runs circles around me, and the most perplexing thing is that, after much, and by much I mean a hell lot, of thought....I very seriously cannot answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....who is the real me? I doubt it's the one when I am with friends, yet I also doubt it's the one when I'm alone...I guess the real me just doesn't exist. Or never did. And I am doomed to living a fake life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fudge am I talking about, screw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how I sign out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wanted to write more, but forgot to. And I didn't want to just make a new post, so I'll just continue from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...I went for Ee Leng's birthday. And...well, yeah. I have realized something, well not realized since I already knew, but I have further strengthened my....uhh...speculation? Thought? Idea? Whatever the hell it may be. I feel...I guess confused first of all, as to how I even got myself in that situation in the first place. And then I thought about today, and thought about the past, then thought about the words she spoke to me...and I get a bit pissed. But, at least I don't get as pissed as I used to. I try to blame myself...but then I see it a two way thing. I'm pretty sure anyone who reads this will know what I'm talking about anyhow. Sigh. I assume one should settle this sort of matter with dialogue, but I fear that is no longer a viable method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7536929502094769323?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7536929502094769323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7536929502094769323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7536929502094769323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7536929502094769323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/10/500th.html' title='500th'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4956076572247642236</id><published>2011-10-08T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:28:52.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4956076572247642236?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4956076572247642236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4956076572247642236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4956076572247642236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4956076572247642236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/10/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7246533588402701242</id><published>2011-10-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:04:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a stinging kind of feeling</title><content type='html'>So. It's been over a month since I last blogged. TBH, I actually forgot I had a blog till I was really bored one day and remembered what I used to do when I was bored. But I decided to WoW instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, AS exams coming up. I screwed my AS trial, so I got to do awesomesause for AS itself or I'm screwed. I have promised at AAB for my mom, and somehow I don't think that's gonna be possible....sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Enough of the sad stuff. I got my new guitar! Yes. An acoustic. 3/4 sized, Baby Taylor. Sounds beautiful, but the size does take a little getting used to. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, screw this, I'm out of things to write and I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Oh, and this just happens to be the 500th post! &lt;/strike&gt;Yea, this has happened a few times already so I went to check. Apparently, I had 2 draft things that were kinda empty or wtv. So this is actually the 498th. The before one that said it was the 499th, is wrong. Aww, and I wanted to come back with a bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stinging kind of feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Not too deep but still felt.&lt;br /&gt;Like a badly closed opening,&lt;br /&gt;At which one once dwelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw this, I've lost my writing ability. Took me over half and hour just for that paragraph up there. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. I'm going to bed. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7246533588402701242?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7246533588402701242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7246533588402701242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7246533588402701242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7246533588402701242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-stinging-kind-of-feeling.html' title='It&apos;s a stinging kind of feeling'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5173437085823761701</id><published>2011-08-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:20:24.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooo</title><content type='html'>Long over due. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, holidays, started, on, uhh............when did they start again? Oh yea, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been Mapling like crazy cuz I can't DotA, and I don't have much of a social life. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVL 104 BABEH! YEAAAAAAA!!!!!! My first character to ever pass the 100 mark. A Dragon Knight, who mis-added stats early on, so I have much less hp than any normal warrior my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it seems tomorrow I shall be going on a trip to Melaka for food. Food is good, so traveling long distances is not a problem, though I somehow sense that the point of the trip could be something else besides food...something along the lines of hanging out with friends or something like that. I shall not dwell upon that, and leave it as food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog blog blog. Nothing to blog about, haven't been doing anything. Big chat has been kinda dead? Nah, I'm just kinda not checking on it cuz of Maple. And I've been reading manga's lately. They're quite a good way to pass the time, and sometimes down right hilarious. The anime adaptations are never as good though, but there are always more limitations in animating a character as opposed to them just being drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKAY! Time to go....uhh, do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESS THAN A MONTH TILL MY GUITAR IS HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;499th post lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5173437085823761701?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5173437085823761701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5173437085823761701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5173437085823761701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5173437085823761701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/08/woooo.html' title='Woooo'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-9198774693084537292</id><published>2011-08-16T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:48:34.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I used to love maths. Now all it does is cause me pain. And quite frankly, everything I love causes me pain. Perhaps I shall cease this emotion for the greater good.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-9198774693084537292?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/9198774693084537292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=9198774693084537292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9198774693084537292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9198774693084537292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2377681681853988339</id><published>2011-08-16T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:34:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph</title><content type='html'>Twas a dark and stormy night. Fuck that. For today only, I shall lift mu bad words ban. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There. Now the ban is in place again. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sigh.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2377681681853988339?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2377681681853988339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2377681681853988339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2377681681853988339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2377681681853988339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/08/hmph.html' title='Hmph'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1934369014176487230</id><published>2011-08-13T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:43:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>Well this was long overdue. Always had it in mind, but never got around to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog layout! I was lazy this time, so I just used the layouts and stuff given. It's quite irritating though, that when you scroll down, the background ends at a certain point. Boo. Gotta figure out how to make it keep going. I should soon, so if when you're reading this, the problem is solved, you know what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci- Damn, I actually typed that by reflex alone. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1934369014176487230?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1934369014176487230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1934369014176487230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1934369014176487230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1934369014176487230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/08/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-883665436076362851</id><published>2011-08-13T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:29:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day...uhh, nevermind</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I still want to strangle something. Perhaps myself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, trials are next week. Gasp. I somehow feel that I am going to fail everything. Or at least not get any A's. Which is not good. Yet here I am blogging instead of studying. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still feel anger, after so long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I wanna drop Further Maths, and it seems I might get murdered for that decision. Yea, I can't choose what I want to study! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not because of the obvious, but because of something that probably just happened to slip.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall persevere. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something most people wouldn't even notice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, it's gonna be UPSR, PMR and SPM all over again. I'm gonna end up not studying, and playing games or whatever. The difference is, this time the standard is actually high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever you're thinking right now, is probably wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been somewhat using Twitter for awhile now. I don't really update on it, but it's like a Facebook status update checker thing. And there are funny people on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which leads me back to my original 2 hypothe....what's the plural form of hyphothesis?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this seems to be all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When will it end? I hope it does, and it's soon. I'm tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging...is a dying trade I guess. But maybe after exams it'll spring back to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm really, really tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-883665436076362851?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/883665436076362851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=883665436076362851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/883665436076362851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/883665436076362851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/08/dayuhh-nevermind.html' title='Day...uhh, nevermind'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3491191085778177874</id><published>2011-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:32:48.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am that bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Though I'd say I'm more of using all possible ways and means to avoid doing work. Which I shouldn't do. Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;College is hard. You can't just sail through on autopilot. You actually have to be at the wheel, and do stuff regarding whatever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naivety, blissful ignorance. I miss those. I miss being able to associate myself with them. Now, the only way I can, is if the words "I have lost all" are in front.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that whining I detect? Yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I would have got away with it too, if it wasn't for that meddling mind of mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am constantly at war with myself. Even more so in recent times. And you know the surefire way to unite people? A common enemy. I seem to have found myself one, but I can't really rally myself to consider an enemy out of my current scapegoat. Though....it's a ticking bomb, anything can, and will, trigger it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kick to the face. You know, I tend to think a lot, a heck lot, too much about things. Most of the time I never find out the answer to my thoughts, but this time I did. And bloody hell did it get my blood boiling. One thing I cherish is time. Wasted time is wasted life. And if my hypotheses is correct, which could or could not be, then hell, I've just wasted a nuclear silo worth of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not that much. I wonder how long it takes to build a silo of the nuclear variety. Probably not as long as it takes for a Church to be built in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA, BERSIH. Bunch of dumbasses who know less about politics than they know about the back of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see BERSIH, I see a bunch of people making noise and not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What?! OMG! How can you, like, say that?!? They like, totally risked their lives marching on the streets for justice!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Marching on the streets. Cuz that helped so many people. If you don't like something, you change it yourself eh? Loads of people now adays are probably saying to themselves, "I can run this government better than them!" Yea, I wish they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the look on their faces if the BERSIH people, while having their rally, had the mantle of leadership smacked across their faces. Probably none there would dare take it. If you offered any of them to be PM, the only one's who would take it, would be to get money, not help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not condone what our government is doing, but I don't make too much a ruckus about it, because I know I can't do a better job then them. I'd probably do a worse one. As they say, stick to the devil you know. At least we know how BN operates, if PKR come in, I'll no longer be able to blog this kind of thing (actually, I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to do this regardless, but I'm insulting BERSIH for now, so I should be in the green) Pork, alcohol, gambling, anything Muslims/Malays can't do would be downright outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that there's DAP for the Chinese community. Yea. Sure. You think they're strong enough to hold their own against PAS? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. All just opinion of a kid. With a kid mentality of how the world should, would and may work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bird in hand, is worth two in the bush.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3491191085778177874?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3491191085778177874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3491191085778177874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3491191085778177874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3491191085778177874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes-i-am-that-bored.html' title='Yes, I am that bored'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7425274938352208447</id><published>2011-07-09T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:27:06.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So......what's up?</title><content type='html'>Snow beer. Interesting word I just came across. Anyways, Maple! Supernatural! Further Maths! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, the colour Yellow! Yes. Bersih! A nail in your coffin guys. Big chunky one. Huge one. Pretty darn huge. Anyways, let's not dwell on politics, instead, let's talk about feelings! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I've been using Stumbleupon lately. Found the app for my phone :D It's really fun. Cool as well. Yea....*pulls collar* *tumbleweed rolls by* *crickets* Kinda awkward. Very dry passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo, it's been a hell of a long time, but I'm gonna try to force out a poem. Gonna be difficult cuz my poems last time, used to have meanings in them. And I'm going to try and avoid that kind of thing from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now where'd I hear that before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. So....not in this post. But soon. I'mma try to get back in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7425274938352208447?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7425274938352208447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7425274938352208447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7425274938352208447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7425274938352208447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/sowhats-up.html' title='So......what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4457176780727406711</id><published>2011-07-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:26:58.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:OOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG, G being gosh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is the last, of the last. Hopefully. I'm kinda sick of this. So yea. Let's roll. New age. Beginning, in 3, 2, 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more ciao after this, and no more this thingy. You have served me well, small footnote of my actual thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4457176780727406711?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4457176780727406711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4457176780727406711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4457176780727406711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4457176780727406711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/ooooooooooo.html' title=':OOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1836444788805870392</id><published>2011-07-04T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:51:09.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eek!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh! Supernatural is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Ben. Causing me to get hooked onto it at this time!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, college tomorrow. And yesterday I reached home the latest I ever have. 2:30 A.M. Yea. But somehow I'm still alive. And not exactly grounded. But I wont take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that I have anywhere to go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something for a long enough time, and it'll come true sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I iz dl-ing Transformers 2, cuz I'm cool and haven't watched it yet. Yea. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy. Lulz, random word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging seems to be a dying trade, but I do enjoy writing/typing, so I think I'll stick to it a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And others have more important things to do with their time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yea it's still here :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1836444788805870392?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1836444788805870392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1836444788805870392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1836444788805870392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1836444788805870392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/eek.html' title='Eek!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2861987804773663703</id><published>2011-07-03T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T04:28:46.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If I could go back in time, I still wouldn't stop myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I feel ashamed. Gutted. And just downright sad. Not because I let myself fall, but because I could not get myself back up. I devised plans, calculated probabilities, counted the timing. They sometimes added up to a good enough chance, yet I never took them. I have only myself to blame. All this while I thought to myself, that it was ok, I'm sure it'll never happen. When it did, I just let it. I tried to avoid it, yet a part of me wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who believes that there is no such thing as wasted experience, that every encounter in life helps us to grow in one way or another. This is no exception. I have not learned much from this, but quality beats quantity in my books. I have learned...that I am not of this material. Hearing others, I know that this is not of my domain. I do not lie in it's jurisdiction. I can't do what needs to be done. I'm just not cut out for this kind of thing. I'm sure this is universally agreeable on the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never one to act.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. As much as I tried to shut it out. Keep it in the dark. Leave it cold enough to never be touched by the warmth of another. Cold enough so it'll never understand the cold. If you've never felt warmth, you'll never feel cold, because it's normal. Normal.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;But I failed. It got out. And it felt warmth. Then if felt cold. Cold harsher than the conditions it had always felt. Though the preparations did help, it felt it. It was felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life itself is a lesson. A lifelong one at that. We never stop learning. Understanding. Reasoning. Deducing... It is always ongoing, everything you do. But in this case rather, I feel that I've learnt most from what I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've only myself to blame, and the cause of all this? Nothing. That is it. Something totally abstract, that doesn't exist...that was the cause.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2861987804773663703?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2861987804773663703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2861987804773663703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2861987804773663703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2861987804773663703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7334196729567458064</id><published>2011-07-01T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:45:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a lovely day!</title><content type='html'>Small things can make the difference in a day. It can cause it to be a great day, or a horrible one. I for one, am having a great day. Not good, but great. The feeling if relief. Knowing I'm finally somewhat back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started with a "&lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt;", and it shall end with a "&lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7334196729567458064?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7334196729567458064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7334196729567458064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7334196729567458064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7334196729567458064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-lovely-day.html' title='It&apos;s a lovely day!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-905812548362646368</id><published>2011-06-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:08:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>Haha. I can't help to laugh at myself. More so than I usually do. This feeling...I once thought...impossible. To accept a person as who they are is fine by me. To let them be, even more so. But for me to cater to their ways, is not at all acceptable. Whoever they may be. I was brought up by hypocrisy, and slowly I am turning into what I despise...to avoid internal conflict, I choose the fence. Where all is fair game. Neither side is sided. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bold step, towards the edge of an unknown cliff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-905812548362646368?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/905812548362646368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=905812548362646368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/905812548362646368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/905812548362646368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/06/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6023205679588197006</id><published>2011-06-24T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:41:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I clicked, on the new post button</title><content type='html'>Yea. I did. True story. Now. College is starting again soon. Soon. Soon...and I should take care of that thing...that I was supposed to do...a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's difficult when more then one mind is thinking. It'd be so much easier if it was just my own. No need to take into account other people and their feelings. Though, I tend to do that, and ignore my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as usual, Maple Maple Maple, nothing special. Tetris is awesome, as usual. Boringness boringness boringness. Yes I know the Maple and boringness parts should have comma's, but then who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is it so hard to do? Well, it isn't really. It's just more if the insecurity of what may happen after it is done. That's it. Stupid wall in my path. I'd break it down, but I fear what may stand behind it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday. Hmm, IT'S FRI- old, that's what it is. It's old. But meh, old is good too. Just not in this particular case. I think my eyes are on the verge of glasses-needing. They start to hurt when I stare at the computer for long periods of time. And I just typed that sentence without looking at my screen or keyboard. These two following sentences too. No mistakes, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mistakes...yea, yet they still remain hidden on that side. I do wonder why. Is it a feeble attempt to console? A lie to protect? Or a very strange truth. Whatever it may be, it just made the wall tougher to break down...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what fish think about. I wonder what animals think about. I wonder if animals can talk to each other. Can a cat understand the bark of a dog? Can a monkey's howl be&amp;nbsp;interpreted&amp;nbsp;by a crocodile? Hmm. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if it'd be easier if I could understand. If I understood what I need to. If I wasn't so stupid as to have tripped. Sigh. No use crying over spilt milk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilt, is that American spelling or British? It's counterpart being "spilled", but then the red line comes out when I type it, and the setting of language here is English(US). But between English(US) and English(UK), English(UK) tends to have the longer spelling, yet here, evidence supports that "spilt"(which is shorter in spelling) is English(UK). How interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lalalala, what? There's enough serious Italic words up there to fill 4 other posts. I'm just gonna mess around down here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6023205679588197006?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6023205679588197006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6023205679588197006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6023205679588197006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6023205679588197006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-clicked-on-new-post-button.html' title='I clicked, on the new post button'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5842327421984856380</id><published>2011-06-15T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:52:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk walk walk</title><content type='html'>Today was an awesome-ish day. 45 minute walk to Bangsar Sports Complex/Center (I don't know which it is, it's just called BSC, not to be confused with Bangsar Shopping Center/Complex, don't know which it is either :D I think it's both though). Then Squash for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. And for the first 3 days of my holiday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I kept waking up before 10. The past 3 days however, I can't wake up before 1 = = Very annoying when your day is cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh meh meh. Meh. Yea, I have absolutely nothing to write about. TO MY NEAR EXTINCTION READERS! What should I do this holiday? I've got 1 and a half weeks left, and I want to make them count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I'VE BEEN MAPLING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so easy now, I leveled from 1-40 in 1 day. Then after that I have no idea where to go to level. I've 55 now :D Those of you who play, my character's name is Beefforlunch on Singapore realm Bootes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, managed to kill some time, shall begin mapling after dinner, bwuahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5842327421984856380?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5842327421984856380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5842327421984856380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5842327421984856380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5842327421984856380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/06/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Walk walk walk'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-9094232931385219459</id><published>2011-06-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:31:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog blog blog</title><content type='html'>Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna blog cuz I was bored, but I think I'll just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-9094232931385219459?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/9094232931385219459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=9094232931385219459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9094232931385219459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9094232931385219459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-blog-blog.html' title='Blog blog blog'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6386804002769105149</id><published>2011-06-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:00:49.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh, again, in a different place</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes, I feel more at home here. My blog, my jurisdiction, my way, no need to account for other people's feelings for whatever I choose to write here. So much freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I play out scenes in my head, looking from every possible angle, every possible point of view. Hoping, that there's one that will fit and work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you all just lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was something on my mind that I wanted to blog about whilst I was typing on the SMC blog (go check it out, link is at the side, SHAMELESS SELF PUBLICITY FTW!) So I came over here, and as I expected, I forgot what I wanted to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar is now 3 months away. Anxiously I await it's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up soon. I haven't been doing anything, somehow I don't fear. I've been to used to the Malaysian syllabus, where I can last minute study, or not even study at all, and still get good enough marks. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La di da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to end this post, but I want to remember what it's purpose was..............nevermind. I'll remember it if it's important enough, if I don't it must have been unimportant anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When will I act? Meh, this is getting too sappy for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6386804002769105149?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6386804002769105149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6386804002769105149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6386804002769105149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6386804002769105149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/06/heh-again-in-different-place.html' title='Heh, again, in a different place'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7254792915445471110</id><published>2011-05-12T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T02:44:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TcrZIiraISI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gAvYRi64wG8/2011-05-06%2019.04.34.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TcrZIiraISI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gAvYRi64wG8/s400/2011-05-06%2019.04.34.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heh. It's been exactly a month since I last blogged. And coincidentally, I am blogging from my phone again, also in the dead of night. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyways, I just thought I'd post something here, though I'm sure no one reads this blog anymore. Everyone's busy with college and stuff. Heh. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Alrighty then, oh yea! If all goes well, I'll be getting my new guitar soon. Soon being a few months. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ciao? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I think that's the first time I've ever used a ? at the ciao. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And btw, the picture is my guitar my cousin bought for me in Japan :D&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7254792915445471110?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7254792915445471110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7254792915445471110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7254792915445471110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7254792915445471110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/05/month.html' title='A month'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TcrZIiraISI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gAvYRi64wG8/s72-c/2011-05-06%2019.04.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-633645732680653286</id><published>2011-04-11T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:56:04.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><title type='text'>Conversations with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TaH8Ky66GqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lpPfC6BBQ4o/01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TaH8Ky66GqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lpPfC6BBQ4o/s400/01.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;italic&gt;The above is a picture from my phone that I quite like.&lt;/italic&gt;It's been ages since I last posted anything. And interestingly, this post is being made from my phone. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yea, new phone. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyways, having holidays right now. And I still can't choose between using SWYPE or just normal typing. Normal typing has more errors but just feels better, though SWYPE is sometimes more convenient to use, but can be quite frustrating at times as well. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hmm, I had a very interesring dream last night, somehow I hope it's a sign from my subconcious on what to do, and how to face this current situation. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyways, what's now is probably the best, and it's also helped me realize some very important issuses about myself. Heh. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; {Slightly different signout cuz from phone and I can't do fonts and stuff} &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Buh bai.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-633645732680653286?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/633645732680653286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=633645732680653286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/633645732680653286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/633645732680653286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/04/conversations-with-myself.html' title='Conversations with myself'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TaH8Ky66GqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lpPfC6BBQ4o/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-6583338381549792188</id><published>2011-04-02T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:41:21.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>The other day...I think it was Tuesday, I slept at 7 P.M. till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a horrible sleep. I kept having dreams, then waking up, then going back to sleep and repeating the cycle. I don't really remember the dreams now, but when I woke up, I could clearly remember them. Not something that often happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, an awesome thing. I'm still much in love with Tangled :DDDDDD I think this is the longest I've ever been obsessed with a movie o.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm out of stuff to blog, it's 2:41 A.M. and I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lulz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6583338381549792188?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6583338381549792188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6583338381549792188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6583338381549792188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6583338381549792188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4481201423899630215</id><published>2011-03-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:08:38.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid things</title><content type='html'>We all do stupid things in life, and there are some things in life we have to do. Sometimes those two things fall under the same category, as explained below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P5C3SpiSBx0/TYy8yJRiDcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/O6zTpFuzyTs/s1600/Photo+95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P5C3SpiSBx0/TYy8yJRiDcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/O6zTpFuzyTs/s320/Photo+95.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was feeling a bit cliché.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alrighty, so.............yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, it seems my calculator is missing. And I kinda need it. Kinda. A bit. A lot. A whole lot. Really need it. I've already lost one, I'm not gonna lose another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lose. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choose choose choose choose choose choose, coin toss trick ain't helping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8633840711844639532-4481201423899630215?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4481201423899630215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4481201423899630215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4481201423899630215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4481201423899630215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-things.html' title='Stupid things'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P5C3SpiSBx0/TYy8yJRiDcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/O6zTpFuzyTs/s72-c/Photo+95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-6161491917564341597</id><published>2011-03-24T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:25:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've got limited time to blog, but I haven't in so long so I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, number one high up on the list is TANGLED!!!!!! I know I'm about 4 months late, BUT DAMN IT, IT'S ONE OF DISNEY'S BEST MOVIES EVER! And the soundtrack is amazing, it rivals that of Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Lion King, and all the other favourites of mine. I first watched it about 5 days ago, and it's been stuck in my head since. The song, the story the EVERYTHING. Call me a fan girl, but gosh darn it was an epic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after I watched Tangled, I got into a Disney mood, and the only other Disney film I haven't seen so far was Princess and the Frog, which I thought would be awesome because my mom bought the DVD for my sis when it came out, but it's lost now = = So I downloaded it. AND HELL YEA FOR 2D MOVIESSSSS!!!!!!! But Tangled was still awesome though in 3D. The sound track for The Princess and the Frog, in my book, is at least in the top 3 of best EVER. This is mainly due to the type of music. JAZZZZZZZZZ! Oh how I love Jazz. But it was a bit weird seeing romance brew between 2 frogs, and a firefly with a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Karate Kid. The one with Jaden Smith. And I must say, I are disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about movies. Recently, and by that I mean yesterday, SPM results came out. Skipped college to go to school to get my results. The were announcing from 3A's so I thought I would get my name called. After 6A's my name still wasn't called, my mom told me she even offed her camera. We both thought I was gonna get 2. Then 7A's.....and my name was called.........yea, shocking eh? In truth it's actually just 6A's but they included the 1119 A, so yea. 2A+, 4A-, 2B+, 1B, 1C+. Y'all would never guess what I got A-'s for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ministry of Education really must take a look at the marking scheme and the standard. IF EVEN I COULD GET A- FOR BM AND MORAL. ZOMGGGGG. And I got B+ for EST = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I have Further Maths to do, oh yea, my class is full of freaking smart people who scored damn lot of A's o.o I feel dumb. Not that that's new :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for numbers and mechanics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT, Oh yea, after getting our results, the lot of us went to Leisure Mall, opposite of it was The Guitar Store, I went there, bought a new set of strings and some anti-rust. And while crossing the road back, Shuk Yin(she went with me) almost got hit by a car. And I was more scared than she was = = and the ironic bit? Just before we crossed she told me how she always crossed roads very carefree-ly while not looking both sides = =&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wow, it's been so bloody long since my last long post. Well, relatively long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WOULD IT BE WRONG TO SAY I'M TANGLED UP IN TANGLED? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6161491917564341597?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6161491917564341597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6161491917564341597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6161491917564341597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6161491917564341597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/03/alright-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2465180214951427527</id><published>2011-03-18T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:16:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms, you can brew them.</title><content type='html'>A storm is brewing. Wonder if it'll taste nice? Though I don't drink alcohol...so I probably won't drink it. Therefore...yea, I'm cool that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm feeling better already!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2465180214951427527?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2465180214951427527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2465180214951427527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2465180214951427527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2465180214951427527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/03/storms-you-can-brew-them.html' title='Storms, you can brew them.'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1832435915264677250</id><published>2011-03-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:23:19.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>What kind of friend encourages you to break the law and do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1832435915264677250?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1832435915264677250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1832435915264677250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1832435915264677250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1832435915264677250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/03/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2902253356145855640</id><published>2011-03-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:08:49.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boat</title><content type='html'>Today was a relatively awesome day. I spent a good 3 hours chatting with my grandfather while listening to oldies. His mind was very clear today, though his speaking ability wasn't as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the old gang as well. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dying I think. Well, I'm kinda sure. Maybe I'll have more time to blog more in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much on my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2902253356145855640?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2902253356145855640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2902253356145855640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2902253356145855640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2902253356145855640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/03/boat.html' title='A boat'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3768109926509931590</id><published>2011-02-26T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:56:23.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like. Oh Mah Gawsh. Like. Totally.</title><content type='html'>Blogging! Hmm. I'm 25 posts away from 500 post :D Lulz. 500 posts of utter bullshit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College has been, somewhat hectic, but I'm starting to get used to it. I like myself more this year, I'm slightly more hardworking and lots of other minor improvements :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake now cuz I slept at 6:30 and woke up just now around 12 = = I hate it when that happens. Swimming Gala is tomorrow...and for some reason...I'm going o.o Though I must say...I don't know why I bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Further Maths has been a killer, but I'm still able to cope for the time being. And I should be able to as long as I stay consistent...not a strong point of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I'm the Vice President of a club :D The E-Sports club! Which is a fancy term for gaming club :D Anddddd, there's a leadership camp for the Presidents, VP's, Treasurer's and Secretaries for all the clubs next week end = = I get to skip Friday. And I don't want to skip class :( Oh well, time to learn responsibility :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still at it aren't I...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3768109926509931590?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3768109926509931590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3768109926509931590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3768109926509931590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3768109926509931590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-oh-mah-gawsh-like-totally.html' title='Like. Oh Mah Gawsh. Like. Totally.'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7323799396930612225</id><published>2011-02-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:05:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creed!</title><content type='html'>Creed, is an awesome band, that I haven't heard from in ages. Apparently they're back together and are having a tour or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post is actually just to do a head count. If I know you, and you're reading this, it means you are a reader of this blog. I just wanna do a head count on the number of readers. It's kinda dropped to pretty much 0, so yea. But I haven't been blogging in a while so yea :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cooperation much appreciated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7323799396930612225?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7323799396930612225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7323799396930612225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7323799396930612225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7323799396930612225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/creed.html' title='Creed!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1496485592391089043</id><published>2011-02-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:00:56.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Uhh....yea. So, this is my 2nd ever Valentine's Day. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't understand the concept of Valentine's Day. As in, it's origins. I looked it up on Wikipedia, but was too lazy to read. But I read a bit on Saint Valentine (the guy the day is named after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was as usual. Just another day, more numbers in my head. And I've noticed it's been forever since I last wrote a poem, so I'm gonna have a crack at it, for Valentine's Day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year, where roses are about,&lt;br /&gt;Where gift cards are abundant, and soft toys are sold out.&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air, as the colours red and pink,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst others are out celebrating, I sit here and think.&lt;br /&gt;I ponder on a thought, that has always sat in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Something about this day, I never thought would be said.&lt;br /&gt;But with all things said and done, I'm glad you're mine, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I'm yours too, my lovely Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not too shabby :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1496485592391089043?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1496485592391089043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1496485592391089043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1496485592391089043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1496485592391089043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2594229588626829804</id><published>2011-02-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:12:31.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in...awhile I guess. Ahh college life. A bit more adjusting is in order though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm having writers block. Eventhough I'm not a writer. Ba-dum-tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Neopets. Like crazy. And Maths is still making sense to me...so far. Econs...is a bit of a weird one for me, but the killer is Physics. I think if I fail anything, it'll be Physics. Kinda ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is coming up. As you can see, I really have nothing to type down here. Baoiufoeisjoiuhsaoiudsoifjoiajsfoijfgrslkpqwi9ipeowszklscbcm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even managed to get a number in there. I wonder if all the letters are in there.....nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is pointless. I'm going to go fly a kite or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in need of...a Remembrall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2594229588626829804?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2594229588626829804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2594229588626829804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2594229588626829804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2594229588626829804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-9019460220430334314</id><published>2011-02-01T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:40:52.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsolete</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's amazing how a little thing can affect people so much. How small factors can catastrophically change the outcome of something. How you can feel you are meant to be here, and in the next second question your very existence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;wish mankind would understand and accept how small we are. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's arrogance. Which is why I tend to hate myself a lot. I get it from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could live in a world deprived of arrogance, a world full of humility. But alas we are but pathetic human beings who's only care in the world is our individual well being. Why care about others? They should care about themselves and no require us to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I now see the magnitude of my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-9019460220430334314?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/9019460220430334314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=9019460220430334314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9019460220430334314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9019460220430334314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/obsolete.html' title='Obsolete'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6559078488284062203</id><published>2011-01-29T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T18:21:22.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="actorName actorDescription" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Fuck you. Not only you, All of you. Brothers for life my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/h6&gt;Interesting comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting. These are times where it's very hard to presume. If say he considered me as a brother, then well damn. But it by assuming such, I am being arrogant for assuming he considers me as such. If not, then I wouldn't have to care about it as I'm not a brother to him.Dilemma isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's best not to tread on these kinds of topics, bad things tend to emerge from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neopets!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6559078488284062203?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6559078488284062203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6559078488284062203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6559078488284062203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6559078488284062203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-blame.html' title='Don&apos;t blame'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3123447238526800683</id><published>2011-01-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:06:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo</title><content type='html'>It's...intriguing. Very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 hours my brother will be on his way to the airport, and away to England again. Hurray! I get his room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life so far, it's been, exactly what I thought it'd be. Mostly because of my doing though. Somehow I must say, I enjoy it :) It's been a long time since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another aspect of life, I think my other plan is going well. Though morals force me to halt operations for the time being, I'm sure I could restart it in at least a couple of weeks from now. When the factors affecting are gone. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't access the stupid Taylors online portal thing. I am really irked by the fact that the whole world is using this e-learning bullshit. I'd rather get the notes and homework from the teacher than have to go online and download it = = Oh well, I guess I have to either keep up or get left behind in this stupid world of ours. Sigh. I'm a Gen X stuck in the body of a Gen Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why they called the different generations that. Why X and Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been in my drafts for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I see what you did there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3123447238526800683?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3123447238526800683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3123447238526800683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3123447238526800683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3123447238526800683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/boo.html' title='Boo'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3362673388324368050</id><published>2011-01-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:41:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>It's amazing. I must say. I think I'll keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rhymes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alienated. Kinda normal but yea. It hit me again today. The same question. The same answer. And I don't think that'll ever change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservative. Very...intriguing word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qF_qbaWt3Q&amp;amp;ob=av2el"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qF_qbaWt3Q&amp;amp;ob=av2el&lt;/a&gt; Me likey this song. It is actually kind off what's going on with me right now. But they say the more you wait for something, the longer it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a time where my thoughts were for my own well being, when they were of my own. But when there is constant change, there is only one thing that remains. The calming sound of silence. It is the gentle music that plays when nothing else is sounding. The delicious sound of silence. How I have only recently been truly cherishing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, twitter! = = TWITTER! = = On twitter, you tweet. If you tweet, you are a twit. Twits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twit 1 |twit|&lt;br /&gt;noun informal&lt;br /&gt;a silly or foolish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to them twitting homies in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Off to a good start I suppose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3362673388324368050?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3362673388324368050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3362673388324368050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3362673388324368050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3362673388324368050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5393996597355832842</id><published>2011-01-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:24:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's strange...well not really</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you want something, and when you get it you suddenly don't want it anymore? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my plan is working fine. Though now all it depends on is my will, and how long it'll last :O how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scho- college is starting in 5 days. I'm quite anxious for it to start actually. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5393996597355832842?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5393996597355832842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5393996597355832842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5393996597355832842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5393996597355832842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-strangewell-not-really.html' title='It&apos;s strange...well not really'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2387358276392667028</id><published>2011-01-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:11:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It's funny when I look back. I like this blog. The main purpose of this blog is to help me remember things, as I tend to have very bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curious thing happened just now, you see with the new Skype, when you use the search bar on the top to find things, it finds everything Skype related about what you search that it can. I searched for Farah's name as to wish her happy birthday (though she's not on) and other searches also came out. A very curious chat appeared then. It was from 2009, December of 2009. 3rd I think. Anyways, it was a chat with me and the STFU girl gang. I couldn't remember what it was about, so I clicked on the all history button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, it was a very funny story that happened :D It was something related to the Scott-Andy case. It was back when there was this guy Chris, who harassed the STFU girls cbox on their blog, spammed and stuff. He appeared to be a friend of Andy or Scott. I don't really remember the details, but the chat was me explaining to them about the drama of the S-A case then apologizing for them being brought into this. (Their blog is linked from this one, that's how he probably got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was an interesting experience down memory lane, perhaps I shall do so with other chats sometime. Perhaps more to the one on one chats, as group chats would probably take years to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memories. Memories of what used to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2387358276392667028?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2387358276392667028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2387358276392667028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2387358276392667028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2387358276392667028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-796604539980740883</id><published>2011-01-09T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:47:24.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless advertisement :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/ivannzz"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/ivannzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been terribly bored, so bombard me with questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As if this is gonna help, half the people who read my blog are advertisers. OH WAIT, maybe I should employ their strategies :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-796604539980740883?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/796604539980740883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=796604539980740883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/796604539980740883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/796604539980740883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/shameless-advertisement-d.html' title='Shameless advertisement :D'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1912417057913530352</id><published>2011-01-06T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:51:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo post!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, here are some photos I took from my phone that I wanted to upload a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXcTohruqI/AAAAAAAAAag/C-9DEWpmq0I/s1600/img085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXcTohruqI/AAAAAAAAAag/C-9DEWpmq0I/s320/img085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is actually quite recent, I took it yesterday. It's a lizard that was on the cupboard, which is right at the end of my bed :D This is just a gift from me to Pat if she ever reads my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXc83Ec5-I/AAAAAAAAAak/brIH_JAef50/s1600/img084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXc83Ec5-I/AAAAAAAAAak/brIH_JAef50/s320/img084.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is fairly recent as well, it's from Taiwan :D my phone had like 5% battery left so I couldn't take another one, it was a sign that said (I don't remember the name of the brand) then a small footnote of "The answer to sexy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXc_z2WVcI/AAAAAAAAAao/-CgR-6d6nb4/s1600/img083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXc_z2WVcI/AAAAAAAAAao/-CgR-6d6nb4/s320/img083.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;SCORPIO! Rise my arachnid brethren! Sensuality eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdDP0phoI/AAAAAAAAAas/Pbo9xBAJ0qQ/s1600/img082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdDP0phoI/AAAAAAAAAas/Pbo9xBAJ0qQ/s320/img082.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what you call a car. It's huge and can fit 9 people. It was the car of Chiang Kai-shek or &lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;small&gt;蔣中正 (nickname)/ 蔣介石&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdJqdGKiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lRDl9Uz6Gdg/s1600/img078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdJqdGKiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lRDl9Uz6Gdg/s320/img078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the flower to tie on the wrist thingy I got for Wei Yeen. She didn't want to wear it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdIWKApcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_a31jzTsvOg/s1600/img079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdIWKApcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_a31jzTsvOg/s320/img079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anothing picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdG5iTBoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UdmVynsVQcI/s1600/img080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdG5iTBoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UdmVynsVQcI/s320/img080.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the one CX got for his date, Shairaah. She didn't wear it either so we're both in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdE5WkeAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xAICS6S5zNg/s1600/img081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdE5WkeAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xAICS6S5zNg/s320/img081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Side view of the car. IT IS HUGEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdMBH_0LI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Hv6p0yBGggs/s1600/img077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdMBH_0LI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Hv6p0yBGggs/s320/img077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Main attraction for tonight's post! BEACONHOUSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdOF4-SbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/idbo3fDCFIY/s1600/img075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXdOF4-SbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/idbo3fDCFIY/s320/img075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a monkey I encountered whilst jogging in the park :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mhmmmmmmmm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1912417057913530352?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1912417057913530352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1912417057913530352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1912417057913530352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1912417057913530352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-post.html' title='Photo post!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TSXcTohruqI/AAAAAAAAAag/C-9DEWpmq0I/s72-c/img085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-1514962115785368324</id><published>2011-01-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T01:16:12.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently realized, that I tend to realize things. Everytime I realize something, it's life changing. Something that will shake me to my core. Change that hits you straight in the face. Anyways, I recently realized how irritatingly annoying I am. Well to be honest I've always knew, but I now know on a scale! It's funny how some things you think are witty, or relative to that, can be sold off as down right irritating, and then you notice that after that you reflect on the persons reaction and think they're overreacting. When their reactions are justified by your action. Newton's Third Law anyone? You throw an irriatingly annoying line at someone, you're gonna get a response of much irritability. All's fair in annoyance and physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finally finished downloading Starcraft. One not two. I have no money for two :( Anyways, I've been rocking it old school with the Protoss, Zerg and Terran. I must say it is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addicted to Big Bang Theory, I've been watching an average of 4-5 episodes a day. I would watch more if my Internet speed was faster. And I'm actually blogging now to pass the time while I wait for it to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people now like to say they're going to "college" instead of school. Isn't it the same? School is an institution of education, is college not that? Or perhaps just so it'll sound cooler, "Yea! I'm going off to college!" as opposed to "Yea! I'm going off to school!" Perhaps it's just a consolation to oneself, a self given pat on the back if you will, for the student who has been studying for X number of years, and would like to show the world that they have made it pass O levels with enough credits to get into college. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of ranting, and have just found an interesting blog to read, so I shall end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had curly fries today, they were delicious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1514962115785368324?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1514962115785368324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1514962115785368324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1514962115785368324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1514962115785368324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6302225536597674173</id><published>2011-01-04T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:09:33.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do wonder</title><content type='html'>Theomeny. I just happened to cross this word on my blog, due to when typing the title, a title titled "DO NOT INCUR THE WRATH" so I went to check out what it was, and it was waaaay back when I adopted the word "Theomeny" it means wrath of God. So yea, I have to start using it more = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will be starting college in Taylors Hartamas on the 18th of January in A levels. So see you people who are going there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually left this open for a couple of hours now, I keep forgetting to go back to it to type. And now I have forgotten what I wanted to type. Or perhaps I haven't and just don't want to type it anymore because of certain happenings that have occurred in between the time of starting to type this and currently typing this. Perhaps this certain occurrence has changed my perspective on the topic I was going to go on about (in the 3rd person and very much covered up either way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's 3 in the morning, I'm going to go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course I remember what I was going to blog about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6302225536597674173?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6302225536597674173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6302225536597674173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6302225536597674173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6302225536597674173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-do-wonder.html' title='I do wonder'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3018530511670033238</id><published>2011-01-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:04:03.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That awkward moment</title><content type='html'>Always at the wrong place at the wrong time saying the wrong things to the wrong people in the wrong setting during the wrong mood doing the wrong actions towards the wrong people creating the wrong idea passed to the wrong community in the wrong circles causing the wrong reactions to the wrong actions wrongly given at a wrongly chosen location, time and person/persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life summed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More often than I should, I think, wonder, imagine what life would be like if I took either of the other 2 lanes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3018530511670033238?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3018530511670033238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3018530511670033238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3018530511670033238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3018530511670033238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-awkward-moment.html' title='That awkward moment'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4426452971772758336</id><published>2011-01-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:28:34.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absofreakinglutely hilarious</title><content type='html'>I feel philosophical. I feel the need to debate on something. The need to, well, type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the readers of this tiny little blog, please if you may, just add a suggestion of something I could have a nice long thought about in the cbox at the side, I'm too lazy to actually think of something myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for today my rant will be on apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, accept apologies, if they're sincere. But one thing that tends to trend a lot is, apologizing at the start/end of something. For example, at new years people will most of the time say "I'm sorry for what I've done in this year bla bla bla" 1st off, it may be sincere, but damn it if you mean it why wait till the end to say it? Or why do it in the first place, you should have apologized then and there not months after. Some may say better late then never, but in this case, you might as well not say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I really can't think of anything else to rant about. Oh well, this will be it for today then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time!....and the next time......and the next time........AND THE NEXT TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still haven't registered for a college yet = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4426452971772758336?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4426452971772758336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4426452971772758336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4426452971772758336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4426452971772758336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/absofreakinglutely-hilarious.html' title='Absofreakinglutely hilarious'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3520935174579183533</id><published>2011-01-02T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:29:57.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short lived</title><content type='html'>I tend to not finish things. Tend to not go through things entirely. Loss of interest, most of the time. Why am I writing this? Well I don't know to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a very interesting thing I heard on my flight back from Taiwan to KL, the captain of the plane, while doing his announcement, said this "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and Enrich Card members..." For those who don't know, Enrich Cards and cards you can apply for when you fly MAS, you accumulate points for flying, and you can use the points for stuff, and bla bla. Anyways, so it occurred to me that he had singled out the Enrich Card members, which means to say, they are neither ladies, gentlemen, boys or girls. So....yea :D Random thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yeen is going to Singapore tomorrow :( I come back, and in 2 days she leaves, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation. Though I prefer being a loner, I do enjoy good, clean, intellectual and interesting conversations. Which I rarely have, because I have few friends who speak at the same wavelength as I. I'm not saying I'm smarter than others, just a different string of thought is shared between most people I know currently. But I am constantly slapped straight in the face with that attitude when people I don't really expect, do sometimes speak on the same wavelength as I. And that wavelength is weird, therefore if I ever call you weird, it means I can talk to you :D (well most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm blogging is because my blog has been dull and dead for the past week or so, and I don't think I'll be uploading any pictures from Taiwan because that's how my family rolls. Everytime we go out somewhere, we take pictures, and they just stay in the camera and eventually get erased. Yeap. No one bothers to upload them into a computer because everyone is too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy. Of course including me. Except for my Beijing trip last year, that was a ground breaking new addition. Perhaps I shall do it this time again. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD yet another reason I am blogging is because I'm waiting for my video to stream. Big Bang Theory, I am currently addicted to it. It is utterly hilarious, and a must watch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I am thoroughly bored. So I shall end this here, as I am going to Sunway tomorrow!....morning = = at 10. Sigh, I am not a morning person. Believe you me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A penny for your thoughts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3520935174579183533?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3520935174579183533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3520935174579183533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3520935174579183533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3520935174579183533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-lived.html' title='Short lived'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-42732625899057445</id><published>2011-01-01T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:37:10.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am extremely lazy</title><content type='html'>Got back from Taiwan yesterday afternoon. There's really no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh, school will be starting again, so soon = = sigh. Stupid SPM had to be put back so late. Oh well, at least they had a valid reason this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I finally glued my swords hilt back to the blade. That is not a figure of speech, my wooden sword broke a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan........wasn't all that magnificent, the food was good though. Though the experience was thoroughly....gaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bang theory is absolutely hilarious might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so much enthusiasm. For my 1st post in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks for taking time out of your limited amount of time in your lives to read this perfectly time wasting post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh by the way, have a statistically realistic amount of happiness in this coming new year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-42732625899057445?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/42732625899057445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=42732625899057445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/42732625899057445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/42732625899057445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-extremely-lazy.html' title='I am extremely lazy'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5970324358579779751</id><published>2010-12-26T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:18:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph</title><content type='html'>I bought a photo frame! Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I took less than 10 pictures for prom :O Mission accomplished then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly bored, it's 3:20 in the morning, and I have a plane to catch at 9. Oh well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO WoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She didn't call :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5970324358579779751?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5970324358579779751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5970324358579779751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5970324358579779751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5970324358579779751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/photograph.html' title='Photograph'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3434243212592006158</id><published>2010-12-25T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:30:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you want to know</title><content type='html'>I'm being shipped off to the marines, so I shall be gone from tomorrow onwards, but if all goes right, my escape plan shall be a success and I shall return on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taiwan Marines. Don't ask how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What? You don't believe me?!? :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3434243212592006158?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3434243212592006158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3434243212592006158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3434243212592006158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3434243212592006158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-in-case-you-want-to-know.html' title='Just in case you want to know'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1498601046002575436</id><published>2010-12-25T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:45:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry of the Christmas</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a year o.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1498601046002575436?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1498601046002575436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1498601046002575436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1498601046002575436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1498601046002575436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-of-christmas.html' title='Merry of the Christmas'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6538140706272417654</id><published>2010-12-22T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:34:35.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year 1 month 1 day</title><content type='html'>111! Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's 3 o'clock in the morning, and as usual I'm supposed to be asleep, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got back today, for awhile we weren't sure if he'd make it back because of the snow in UK, but when push comes to shove, I guess luck comes through. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Feon-na, I shall post the picture of Beaconhouse very soon. And by soon I mean when I stop getting so lazy as to turning on the bluetooth on both my phone and computer to send it. Till then, uhhhh, DEAL WITH IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy post with no emoness in it, so don't expect it. I write this because my past few posts have been very......uhh how do you put it? Dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm working on something, and would like the help of the few who read this blog, if you could, just put down a word at the cbox that ends with -ime/-ine, e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sublime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sign (or anything that sounds the same)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rhyme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's about all that I can think of off the top of my head. So many 'of' sounding words in that sentence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should go to sleep now, going to go register to Taylors tomorrow/later :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weeeeeeeee. ...?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6538140706272417654?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6538140706272417654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6538140706272417654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6538140706272417654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6538140706272417654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-year-1-month-1-day.html' title='1 year 1 month 1 day'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3771266551221984663</id><published>2010-12-21T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T03:49:00.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant rant rant rant rant</title><content type='html'>Prom. It was today. I have never hated the culture of the new age as much as I do now. Sigh. Stupid loud and horrible music. I wanna be a singer, I get paid stupidly large amounts of money for very little work. Sigh. This is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I got to hang with everyone. I guess. Edward wasn't there. I'll get you next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, here's a nice instrumental song I found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACWdB7QX_F8&amp;amp;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACWdB7QX_F8&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So many things I want to write, I want to put down, I want...to share... But no. That's not me, and that's a part of me I will not lose. I guess I have no one else but myself to blame. I brought this upon myself. As once again, I ignored my own advice. The higher you expect, the further you're gonna fall if you fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the supposed grand finale of our/my high school life. And I kinda wanted it to go out with a bang. I guess it kinda did, but the bang came from the stupidly loud sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last big gathering, I wonder when we could gather almost(EDWARD!) the whole gang again. Or the whole gang in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I shall leave these thoughts for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, everyone looked absolutely awesome today. Feon-na looked a bit goth though xD But everyone looked great, guys, girls, Shahasra's xD he gets his own category because he's special :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as I've said before, I am no fan of make up. At all. I think all of the girls look much better without make up. But it's a trend. I guess, I'm just and old soul living in a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never a day goes by where I wish I was born at a much simpler time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3771266551221984663?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3771266551221984663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3771266551221984663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3771266551221984663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3771266551221984663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/rant-rant-rant-rant-rant.html' title='Rant rant rant rant rant'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3716030683476356559</id><published>2010-12-16T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:31:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I am actually quite intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out at the end of the 2nd EST paper, it was actually one of the few papers where I didn't leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed inside there because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sleepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had some business to attend to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Plus it was in an air conditioned room with a chair and a table for me to lie down on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45+ minutes of extra time I had, I had a very interesting blast of inspiration. Of things I had to do, and things that I should. Sadly, an important issue didn't fall under either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I guess it's for the best, though still everyday I wonder what life would be like today if I took the other road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no use pondering on the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's freaking 6:15 in the morning = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3716030683476356559?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3716030683476356559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3716030683476356559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3716030683476356559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3716030683476356559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1938082376598742693</id><published>2010-12-15T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:13:56.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>Awake for 28 hours and counting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad la, McDonald's coffee helped me tahan till now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go sleep or something now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh well, I guess something'll work out in the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1938082376598742693?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1938082376598742693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1938082376598742693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1938082376598742693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1938082376598742693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2014815462526976458</id><published>2010-12-14T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:57:54.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Sadness. We're leaving each other, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be sad? Next year I wont be walking down the same pathway to class, wont be sitting in a familiar spot, wont be chasing the same lovable idiots up and down the hallways, wont be seeing, socking, being socked by, meeting, swearing at, making fun of, laughing, crying, being complete retards as seniors in front of the juniors, with the same people. No more Sha and his absolute hilariousness with Eugene, no more Chun Keat and his catty sarcasm(bullshit :D), no more Ching Xong and his horniness, no more Ben and his Emma Watson, no more Edward and his hilarious answer to everything, no more Danial and his parkour, no more Yoong Wei and his immense intelligence, no more Edmond and his carrots, no more Suresh and Ranil with their DEI ANNEHHH!, no more Jay and his ass grabbing(is this really a bad thing? :D), no more Xin You and his hilarious violence, no more Chin Chai with his Myvi, no more Ardi and his uhh, Ardiness? No more the usual blur people, no more loud speakers who pinch and attack, no more shortstuffs who steal peoples food, and many more I am too lazy to list down, but most importantly, no more seeing Wei Yeen everyday in school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all part of life eh? This is nothing like when I left Tsun Jin. The ties here are much much stronger, deeper, powerful. It's like losing part of myself. Though I have lost a lot of that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as SY had said in her post on the STFU blog, we can still stay connected, there is the Big Chat, the STFU&amp;amp;SMC Blogs&lt;b&gt;(guys our blog is dead)&lt;/b&gt;, and the girls have their girl chat, whilst the guys have the guy chat. The last big gathering of just about all the SMC guys and STFU girls will be prom. I say "about all" because Edward is ditching us, t('.' t) After that we go our separate ways. Some leaving straight for the world outside, some staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you all good luck in all your endeavors, may the paths we take cross each other as many times as possible, and may we never forget or lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk we need to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2014815462526976458?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2014815462526976458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2014815462526976458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2014815462526976458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2014815462526976458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/uhhhhhhh.html' title='Uhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-507629794243716337</id><published>2010-12-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:12:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spy</title><content type='html'>I spy with my super detective-Sherlock-Holmes skillz, that every single post I've made since the end of Bio has been emo. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I do wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-507629794243716337?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/507629794243716337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=507629794243716337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/507629794243716337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/507629794243716337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-spy.html' title='I spy'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-153060809018508804</id><published>2010-12-13T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:37:41.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The point</title><content type='html'>Hmm, why does I bothers withs this? I miss it. I really do. I miss when things weren't as they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the point? Bah. I have a little wish. Or perhaps it's much better to face it than to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-153060809018508804?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/153060809018508804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=153060809018508804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/153060809018508804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/153060809018508804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/point.html' title='The point'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4602403251661774164</id><published>2010-12-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:22:10.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Looking from the outside you'd never see,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What lies deep under and what may be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What crawls and climbs beneath the shade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whilst up on top is a bright sunny day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never has anyone seen the horrors,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nor the sounds of the song's eerie chorus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not a peep, a peer, a glimpse has been seen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of what lies under or what has been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lives a lie so discretely built,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Along with it all the truth and guilt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Knowing that it's all in the dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is why nothing is ever as it seems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So it begins. Or rather, it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4602403251661774164?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4602403251661774164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4602403251661774164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4602403251661774164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4602403251661774164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-no.html' title='Oh no.'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3712805528712831329</id><published>2010-12-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:28:59.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A burden</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Do you ever have those days where you feel like you're just a burden to the world? Like if you weren't around, less people would be burdened by your presence. Yea. I'm sure at least once some of you have felt that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a lie = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3712805528712831329?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3712805528712831329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3712805528712831329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3712805528712831329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3712805528712831329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/burden.html' title='A burden'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6901128656341269413</id><published>2010-12-11T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:11:32.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great....umm....experience to say the least. And to all you SMCers, don't count on me ever being late again = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranil was especially memorable. But a few things he said very much intrigued, and sparked something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough on that, here's a picture of a rose I made for my mom. She got me the origami paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TQJ6eRUWCRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f0ogiXJQ-TU/s1600/Photo+90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TQJ6eRUWCRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f0ogiXJQ-TU/s320/Photo+90.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The low quality photobooth does it no justice. It's a very nice shade of red :D It was my mom's birthday yesterday. And by yesterday I mean 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's up. I can smell it in the air. I think I'm in for a hella of a whooping. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected. All is as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh, why do I even bother? Why did I put myself into this mess? Was any of this worth it? Not really = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6901128656341269413?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6901128656341269413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6901128656341269413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6901128656341269413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6901128656341269413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TQJ6eRUWCRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f0ogiXJQ-TU/s72-c/Photo+90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-8039810566819584916</id><published>2010-12-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:54:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Bio is over. The worst, is over. It is now a time of rest and recuperation for the final exam of EST next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is happy and stuff. I'm the only one who isn't really. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a real reason to be sad. But I don't. I just have regrets. Too many to count. For this year and last. So many things I should have but didn't do. And others I shouldn't have, but did. Stupidity, human nature, greed and so on, pulled me away from the road I was traversing upon. I feel lost. Or at least, I wish I was. The fact of the matter is, I see the road. It's nearby. But it's less comfortable than the grassy plains next to it. Sure there are lots of bugs, maybe the occasional snake or two, plus the insects and sharp plants, but all of that is over come by the softness of the grass, the cool feel of the breeze, the free open spaces to tread upon, not limited unlike the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope none of you understood that metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I should just be uhh, not so remorseful anymore. It's not gonna do me any good anyways. No use crying over spilt milk. But you are allowed to cry over spilt cookies. Cuz cookies are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilt or spilled? Whilst or while? Lulz or lol? Yeeshh. I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH. I am extremely irritated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A hindrance. I don't believe it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-8039810566819584916?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8039810566819584916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=8039810566819584916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8039810566819584916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8039810566819584916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-532752857154016745</id><published>2010-12-05T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:09:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling so very..........strange these last few days. Perhaps it's because I know SPM is ending, or maybe not. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marmite! They have a very interesting website, &lt;a href="http://www.marmite.com/"&gt;www.marmite.com&lt;/a&gt;. WHO ON EARTH CREATES A HATE PAGE FOR THEIR OWN PRODUCT? They do apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jar of marmite has been sitting in my room, on my table for over a year now. I keep forgetting to use it. Oh well. It's a funny story how I got it as well xD But that shall be left for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is coming up. Funny how I'm blogging about this shit when I have SPM, sigh. I hope this trait doesn't follow me for too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Chem is coming up as well. Then Bio. Neither of which, I am ready for. DIEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. SPM. Hmm. How very extremely interesting. All the people and their saying of what they're gonna do after SPM. I've thought of some stuff. But, I doubt I'd finish them. I still have to go to college/uni. How will I find the time? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder about the future. Will this blog stand the test of time? And my attention span?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chao time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enthusiasm. Can you feel it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-532752857154016745?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/532752857154016745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=532752857154016745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/532752857154016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/532752857154016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/brrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2070014280917489559</id><published>2010-12-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:31:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm so tired of living. I want a new adventure = = Everyday is the same routine. People say this is the storm before the calm, please, post-SPM won't be much different than Form 4. The only difference will be that I wont see you Cempakan buggers anymore, and that I'll probably not stick to anything I say I'm gonna do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I envy those who already have their stuff planned out, and will probably follow them. I envy those you can plan and follow. Sigh. My hair shall return to how it should always be, short.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little late, but we passed a year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams of being an engineer are kinda down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't properly barre chords anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My palm hurts just a while after playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Can this day get any better? I'm not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least I'm allowed to dream, and don't have my thinking controlled by others. Free will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least I have a guitar to play. Belongings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least I have an arm to play my guitar. A full body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is what I do when I'm down. I hate being sad. Because I don't have a valid reason to be sad. I have everything I need to survive and more. Why should I be sad? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcqk0zgUF21qb4tg7o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcqk0zgUF21qb4tg7o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed so much it's not even funny. My code. My constitution. Broken, thrown on the ground and stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;The young boy with morals, dreams and good nature, now trapped, chained, suppressed, thrown to the deepest depths of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it shall begin. From scratch. At least...I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dark day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2070014280917489559?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2070014280917489559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2070014280917489559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2070014280917489559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2070014280917489559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-late.html' title='A little late'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3169025540083290900</id><published>2010-12-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:48:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harakiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Seppuku&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;切腹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Installing_Japanese_character_sets" title="Help:Installing Japanese character sets"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="color: #0000ee; font: bold 80% sans-serif; padding: 0pt 0.1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "stomach-cutting")&lt;/span&gt; is a form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; ritual &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide" title="Suicide"&gt;suicide&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disembowelment" title="Disembowelment"&gt;disembowelment&lt;/a&gt;. Seppuku was originally reserved only for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samurai" title="Samurai"&gt;samurai&lt;/a&gt;. Part of the samurai &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bushido" title="Bushido"&gt;bushido&lt;/a&gt; honor code, seppuku was used voluntarily by samurai to die with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honour" title="Honour"&gt;honour&lt;/a&gt; rather than fall into the hands of their enemies (and likely suffer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torture" title="Torture"&gt;torture&lt;/a&gt;), as a form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_punishment" title="Capital punishment"&gt;capital punishment&lt;/a&gt; for samurai who had committed serious offenses, or performed for other reasons that had &lt;b&gt;brought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame_society" title="Shame society"&gt;shame&lt;/a&gt;  to them&lt;/b&gt;. The ceremonial disembowelment, which is usually part of a more  elaborate ritual and performed in front of spectators, consists of  plunging a short blade, traditionally a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tant%C5%8D" title="Tantō"&gt;tantō&lt;/a&gt;, into the abdomen and moving the blade from left to right in a slicing motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolded words. Read them. I shall go find a short blade and commit Seppuku for I have brought shame to myself = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where can I get a "tanto"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3169025540083290900?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3169025540083290900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3169025540083290900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3169025540083290900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3169025540083290900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/12/harakiri.html' title='Harakiri'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5531342725232468957</id><published>2010-11-30T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:38:19.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honkies, Singaporians, Indonesians and Malaysians!</title><content type='html'>Being a Hongky is good because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are Hongkies and not Chinese.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. We can talk and shout and nobody gives a damn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. Jackie Chan is our icon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. We can live in a 5' x 5' cubicle and call it luxury apartment. We even&lt;br /&gt;need to pay $10,000 a month for this cubicle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. Our children can speak Cantonese at a young age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6. We get to blame everything on Feng Shui or the mainland communists.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;7. Gambling is more interesting than sex. Macau is the place to go for&lt;br /&gt;thrills!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. We produce a lot of Miss Hong Kong to the enjoyment of the rich and&lt;br /&gt;famous.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love being Singaporean because.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are not Malaysians.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone (especially Malaysians) hates us, except ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. Famous for Orchard Road and we love Geylang. Geylang is the place to go&lt;br /&gt;for thrills!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. We have our own island.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. We will never ever have yucky chewing gum stuck under our shoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6. We know how to enjoy our vacation in Malaysia - keep a few RM50 notes&lt;br /&gt;before you enter the highway: You can speed and throw anything, anytime,&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;7. We can speed up to 180 kilometers per hour on Malaysian roads and not end&lt;br /&gt;up with a summon as long as we have RM50 with us to pay the traffic cops&lt;br /&gt;when caught.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. The men are always concerned, first question to ask a girl 'Do you have&lt;br /&gt;CPF?'&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never fear of getting lost in our country - S$20 taxi ride will get you&lt;br /&gt;into the sea. Hahaha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;10. We never have to worry about finding Mr or Ms right because the&lt;br /&gt;government will find one for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;11. 1 Singapore dollar = 2.5 Ringgit... nyek nyek nyek.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to be 'Kiasu'. It's part of our culture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top reasons for being Indonesian are as follow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are not Australian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. We live in the biggest country in South East Asia .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. No pirates in Indonesia water if you exclude the Navy and Coast guards.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything is cheap, even our salaries...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. We can blame everything to Suharto or BJ Habibie or Gus Dur or Megawati&lt;br /&gt;or who's next?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6. Only in Indonesia you can get involved in real demonstrations daily for&lt;br /&gt;different causes and see no results.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;7. Our Rupiah is like a Yo Yo, it can go up and down just because IMF say&lt;br /&gt;so...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. We burn everything and nobody gives a damn. We cause haze all over the&lt;br /&gt;South East Asia and nobody can do a thing... nyek nyek nyek.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;9. We do not need fire fighters as our neighbours will provide...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Malaysian is the best because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. World tallest twin towers, Best F1 circuit, largest roti canai, most&lt;br /&gt;expensive toll rates, because Malaysia Boleh!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. We can be driving, picking our nose, cursing another driver, talking on&lt;br /&gt;the handphone, adjusting the radio and bribing the traffic police at the&lt;br /&gt;same time. &lt;br /&gt;3. We can get a divorce by sending just an SMS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. Traffic summons can be settled on the spot with the traffic police.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. We can have Teh Tarik &amp;amp; Roti Canai on the Russian space ship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6. We can save a lot of electricity because our TV shows are so crappy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;7. We can blame everything on the haze or George Soros or government or the&lt;br /&gt;opposition parties or...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. Resourceful City Council, one person to drive the van, one to carry the&lt;br /&gt;ladder, one to change a street's bulb and three others watching...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;9. Most drivers can make 2 lane trunk roads into 3 lane highway and back to&lt;br /&gt;2 lanes when police are sighted&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;10. There's always something for the JKR/TNB/TALIKOM/SYABAS to do. They dig,&lt;br /&gt;resurface the road, dig and resurface...and blame each other for bad&lt;br /&gt;co-ordination.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;11. All main roads are designated highway because it gives Samy Velu a&lt;br /&gt;reason to collect toll.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;12. Our government can never be wrong or dishonest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;13. Our badminton players are paid only RM35,000 when they win a major&lt;br /&gt;international tournament which is very cheap compared to David Beckham.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;14. You can easily get a divorce and marry a young singer you like.&lt;br /&gt;15. We can even use C4 explosives to bombard Gengkis Khan or Kublai Khan's&lt;br /&gt;great grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;16. We have more water than Singapore .... nyek nyek nyek.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;17. If you have no money you can always snatch other peoples' money since&lt;br /&gt;police can't do much to help.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;18. If you are a police, doesn't matter about the traffic rules, its for&lt;br /&gt;citizens only&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;19. If you are a policeman outrider you can kick and bang peoples' cars.&lt;br /&gt;20. If you drive a police car, you can speed because speed limits only apply&lt;br /&gt;to citizens. &lt;br /&gt;21. You can settle your summons with big discount during "Sales Malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;22. All motor riders can join the recognized &amp;amp; supported Mat Rempit club for&lt;br /&gt;free and can beat up anybody in their way and can even throw stones at the&lt;br /&gt;police station anytime they like.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you got nothing to do join the rela and go to the kongsi gelap and&lt;br /&gt;extort monies from all the foreign workers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;24. You can rape people and blame them for wearing very little.&lt;br /&gt;25. You don't need to bother about the poor when you race in your F1.&lt;br /&gt;26. You can keep your money and get a free degree when you have&lt;br /&gt;'connections'.&lt;br /&gt;27. You can get work done with 2 hours lunch break, 2 hours tea break, 2&lt;br /&gt;hours with god and the rest of the time attending meetings.&lt;br /&gt;28. You get free bumi status even if you swim from Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;29. You can change your sworn Statutory Declaration anytime.&lt;br /&gt;30. You can be a pedophile by "marrying" your young bride.&lt;br /&gt;31 . A country so free to do things you like. Tell me which country is like&lt;br /&gt;ours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we're the best ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5531342725232468957?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5531342725232468957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5531342725232468957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5531342725232468957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5531342725232468957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/honkies-singaporians-indonesians-and.html' title='Honkies, Singaporians, Indonesians and Malaysians!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2714215336295095748</id><published>2010-11-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:49:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 down, 5 more to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still have something important to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not sure how to do it = =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just pressed the bullet button to try it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I think I like this much better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems much more systematic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MORAL IS OVER!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WILL NEVER(hopefully) EVER(very hopefully) HAVE TO TAKE ANOTHER EXAM IN BM EVER(very very hopefully) AGAIN!(Oh God please let it be)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Yeen is a crafty person :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 more days till the end of Bio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which would equal to....GUITAR SHOPPING! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, at least I hope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want an electric guitar so bad :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This bullet point typing thingy is getting quite annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently addicted to a new Facebook game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's called Warstorm, GO PLAY IT SO I CAN GET RARE CARDS :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And also so I can pwn you for silver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come to think of it, it's the only game where the currency is silver not gold....o.o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*whistles*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be doing Add Maths.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz that's on tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alright, chao ppl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosh that was annoying. Stupid bullets :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2714215336295095748?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2714215336295095748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2714215336295095748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2714215336295095748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2714215336295095748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/yeesh.html' title='Yeesh'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7433682383729203207</id><published>2010-11-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:16:08.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral!</title><content type='html'>Alright, off the top of my head, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerajinan: Usaha yang berterusan penuh dengan semangat ketekunan, kecekalan, kegigihan, dedikasi dan berdaya maju dalam melakulan sesuatu perkara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertanggungjawab: Kesanggupan diri seseorang untuk memikul dan melaksanakan tugas serta kewajipan dengan sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasional: Boleh berfikir berdasarkan alasan dan bukti yang nyata dan dapat mengambil tindakan untuk berasaskan pertimbangan yang wajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPdUU: Menerima dan mematuhi peraturan dan undang-undang yang telah ditentukan tanpa mengira sesiapa dan di mana seseorang itu berada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta akan negara: Perasaan sayang dan bangga terhadap negara serta meletakkan kepentingan negara melebihi kepentingan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang terhadap keluarga: Perasaan cinta, kasih dan sayang yang mendalam dan berkekalan terhadap keluarga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memekalkan tradisi keluarga: Menerima, menghormati dan mengamalkan sesuatu kebiasaan, adat dan kepercayaan yang diwarisi secara turun-temurun dalam keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bersama secara aman: Hidup berbaik-baik antara satu sama lain dengan mengutamakan kedamaian dan kerharmonian tanpa mengira agama, bangsa dan budaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saling membantu dan berkerjasama: Usaha baik dan membina yang dilakukan bersama pada peringkat individu, komuniti, atau negara untuk mencapai sesuatu matlamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang: Kepekaan dan perasaan cinta yang mendalam serta berkekalan yang lahir daripada hati yang ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyayangi dan menghargai alam sekitar: Kesedaran tentang kepentingannya memelihara dan memulihara alam sekeliling untuk mengekalkan keseimbangan ekosistem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more I think. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7433682383729203207?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7433682383729203207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7433682383729203207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7433682383729203207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7433682383729203207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/moral.html' title='Moral!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-2085214669103002952</id><published>2010-11-21T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:26:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see</title><content type='html'>This is one of those rare times, where I actually pause for a moment and thinking about what I'm going to write before I start blogging. This is also one of those even rarer moments, where I have a topic in mind. Hence the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I still really don't know what to write. Whether to be blunt about it, use metaphors, beat around the bush, use cryptic writing, or just ignore it all together. Though I see that my mind as subconsciously chosen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing. That. Well. Yea. One part is just, "Oh. As expected." The other is o.O "What? Really? Ok..." But it seems that, as much as I'd like it to not be true, it is. Perhaps there is still hope? I doubt it. There is only hope if you're held against your will. Not much use if you chose that path on your own though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that on the way, perhaps heads will be hit, and senses returned. Though I find that very unlikely. Very. And as I type this, I realise, maybe 2-3 people will read this. And perhaps they'll understand. Yet I still highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lay down that path, I do not know, nor do I want to, but my best regards to you all who have chosen the road &lt;strike&gt;most&lt;/strike&gt; you've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A minute of silence please, for those who have lost themselves. May they one day find them again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2085214669103002952?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2085214669103002952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2085214669103002952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2085214669103002952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2085214669103002952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-see.html' title='I see'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-9085076956429821182</id><published>2010-11-19T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:54:33.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more days!</title><content type='html'>I shee. Oddly specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM is on 4 more days. Hurray. The start of the stupid SPM paper. Yet here I am blogging. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have lost the will to study anymore. And it's not like I studied a lot anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is bad. Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalalala screw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO CARD! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What the hell am I doing here? 19 hours. To be oddly specific for some people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-9085076956429821182?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/9085076956429821182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=9085076956429821182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9085076956429821182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/9085076956429821182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-more-days.html' title='4 more days!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4014472719014363678</id><published>2010-11-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:30:52.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lby657aDZN1qboxego1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="71" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lby657aDZN1qboxego1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hipster as it is, it's quite true. Most of the time, the people who complain that you've changed, are the people that can no longer manipulate you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back babeh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is I. And I'm sure no one is reading this blog/has been reading this blog. People should be studying. Not eating cookies and cream ice-cream and listening to blues radio whilst blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. This is a bit weird. I haven't done this in so long. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;48 hours more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4014472719014363678?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4014472719014363678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4014472719014363678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4014472719014363678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4014472719014363678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-for-that.html' title='So much for that'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3412895842589167638</id><published>2010-10-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:55:35.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eek.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like typing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ywng - Just incase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3412895842589167638?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3412895842589167638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3412895842589167638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3412895842589167638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3412895842589167638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/eek.html' title='Eek.'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-346015337397811354</id><published>2010-10-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:26:59.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare coincidence</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I rarely fall sick. But eventhough I've been sick these two days, I still managed to go jogging. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been something on my mind for awhile. And I guess it's time to finally implement it. Perhaps me being sick would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-346015337397811354?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/346015337397811354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=346015337397811354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/346015337397811354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/346015337397811354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/rare-coincidence.html' title='A rare coincidence'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6034269141352328874</id><published>2010-10-20T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:34:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually</title><content type='html'>Had a lot on my mind that I wanted to blog about, but now that I'm actually blogging, I've forgotten them all = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st off, most important thing :) 6 more days and it'll be relative to my birthday! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the title of the last post was turtles, because I was going to write about them. My grandma's pond used to have turtles, but I haven't seen them in years. My sis said she saw one a few days ago, and she described it as a lot bigger than I remember it. But I haven't seen them in years. My mom said one of the turtles ran away though. Yea, ran away. I spent the next 5 minutes laughing at what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those asking about my Tumblr, go to the links on the blog, it's there. I changed the name :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonial day thingy! I'm bringing my guitar tomorrow because I promised myself I'd help out when they finally choose a song to play. Which I actually didn't think would have taken this little time :O So I am quite pleased. I pray that my guitar has a safe journey there and back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics! I've been doing Physics for the past few days, and I'm still not getting that much better at it = = Good thing I have Physics tomorrow, I've got some questions for Mr. Syed. I wish I was this enthusiastic before trials. Damn it. I'm thinking none of my Science subjects got A...... Actually, the only subjects I have A for now are English, EST, Maths. That's just 3...... which is absolutely appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. SPM is getting closer. I feel it breathing down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a thought, if I were to say, disclose some secrets about a certain school, would said school be able to do anything along the lines of not giving me my SPM cert? Just a hypothetical question of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's just a hypothetical question = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6034269141352328874?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6034269141352328874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6034269141352328874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6034269141352328874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6034269141352328874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-actually.html' title='I actually'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-3025157851575316459</id><published>2010-10-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:22:15.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up to a very interesting morning sky. The sky looked like how it looks like in the evening. Orange. I took a picture of it with my crappy camera phone. So you can't really see the difference = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. This post has been in here for like, I don't know how long. I just seem to be unable to blog anymore = = too lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we have a Testimonial Day performance thingy coming up on Nov 10. Oh joy. Lolwut? It's kinda.................we get 10 minutes to do everything. Yea. 10 minutes. We might as well sit there at stare at the hall for the 10 minutes. It'd be more fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what we'll be doing though, is 10034209808130928403974855123% confidential. Like yea. Lulz. I kid I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually hoping to make this post a slightly more serious one, but it seems I have failed T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Liners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-3025157851575316459?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3025157851575316459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=3025157851575316459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3025157851575316459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/3025157851575316459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/turtles.html' title='Turtles!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7147463684856654103</id><published>2010-10-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:53:05.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah</title><content type='html'>Internet today was sucky. Very very sucky. Can't play no games at all. Perhaps it's a sign? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLcXVt_x8qI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ciufWegmJpQ/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLcXVt_x8qI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ciufWegmJpQ/s320/Picture+3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my UI for WoW! UI=User Interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was so laggy I couldn't play. So I didnt. I WANT AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!!! T.T Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WJhcEnBM70&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's music right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, short post is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actually, I never use ciao anymore. I use chao :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7147463684856654103?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7147463684856654103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7147463684856654103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7147463684856654103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7147463684856654103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/woah.html' title='Woah'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLcXVt_x8qI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ciufWegmJpQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-485563390355971420</id><published>2010-10-12T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:55:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter title with no relation to the below post at all</title><content type='html'>Enter very misleading passage about a random fact in life. Comment on it and how it's affecting your life, and how it'd be either better or worse without it. Pretend to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin entry text on actual thought in mind that brought you to come to your blog and type out a post. And always make sure while halfway typing, that you somehow get distra- enter philosophical tex- cted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin second paragraph of said text above, now here it is optional to get sidetra- enter random fact about life- cked. Throw in random things. The best way to do this, is by typing out the first thing that come to mi- RABBITS. Yes. Rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue on for as long as attention spa- BUTTERFLIES AND POKEMON! -n allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclude with signature ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT THAT'S OVER WITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright. So, yesterday, I was jogging in the evening, and when I finished my jog, I was lying down in those slide thingys that are cylindrical. Then all of a sudden, this white boy's head appears out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me. He then says hi, and I reply. Then he starts small talking with me, asking if I have pets. Btw, he's a cat person. And rabbit. And bird. Then his mom appears and he runs back to her. And I then proceed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea I had white neighbours :O I iz serious. I rarely see my neighbours except the Indian family infront of my house, my next door neighbour, and the neighbour lady who's hair colour always changes. From purple, to green. Yes, purple and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, Maths 2 tomorrow, then English 2 the day after that. RAEEPPPPPPPP lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ZOMGZOMGZOMGGGGGGGGGG! Why do I put a 'z' there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-485563390355971420?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/485563390355971420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=485563390355971420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/485563390355971420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/485563390355971420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/enter-title-with-no-relation-to-below.html' title='Enter title with no relation to the below post at all'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-8033318430533871271</id><published>2010-10-11T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:23:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLH2WuChAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Pw_P9b_5I1g/s1600/CHRIS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLH2WuChAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Pw_P9b_5I1g/s320/CHRIS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHA, that did actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sejarah tomorrow = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-8033318430533871271?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8033318430533871271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=8033318430533871271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8033318430533871271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8033318430533871271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahahahhahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TLH2WuChAQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Pw_P9b_5I1g/s72-c/CHRIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-2528094526455953965</id><published>2010-10-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:21:05.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipedal</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, you'd never be able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we roll. Or at least, that's how one side of the wheel does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How can a wheel roll on one side? That is physically impossib- OOOOOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2528094526455953965?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2528094526455953965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2528094526455953965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2528094526455953965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2528094526455953965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/bipedal.html' title='Bipedal'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6142196200660544677</id><published>2010-10-08T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:10:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mood :O</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood, the mood for some lo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel like writing a meaningful post. Though this feeling rarely lasts, and I'll end up cracking jokes, adding stupid stuff and so on, further down the post. Oh well. Half is better than none? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying Physics, Chemistry or BM now. Yes I did write BM. But I've done nothing today, besides, finally beating Misty. And my Pidgey accidentally evolved into a Pidgeotto. See? Side-tracking. Oh well, I'm not very capable of ever being 100% serious anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 1 hour+ last night, looking up Pokemon stuff = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've losing myself. I'm dead serious. I've lost my ability to write. Which is one of my favourite things to do. In the past, I could come up with a poem in 2 minutes flat, now I can't even make 2 sentences. And stories for essays in my exams, give me 5-10 minutes and I'll have a short novel for you. Now, I stare at the title for 15 minutes, and randomly choose a story to write. And a horrible story it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my will. Becoming what I oppose. Going through life not as it is supposed to, but as and when I please. Yeesh. I miss the old me. I used to be more fun. Maybe it's my hair. It's shorter now. Lol, hahaha, as if. I shall attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait...hmm, the suggestion I got for Shuk Yin. Oh well, here goes nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, this is not going to be a poem, instead, a song! Why? Because I had my guitar with me, and it's easier if I have a tune to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to play along, there are chords too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/4&lt;br /&gt;B &lt;br /&gt;It's been sometime,&lt;br /&gt;______F# &lt;br /&gt;Since I last saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;There's still a little of you that still lingers,&lt;br /&gt;E__________F#&lt;br /&gt;In this empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember,&lt;br /&gt;F#&lt;br /&gt;Why we did, what we did.&lt;br /&gt;___________C#m&lt;br /&gt;But there's a risk to take, when you fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;________E__________F#&lt;br /&gt;And now all I can do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope,&lt;br /&gt;____________________Emaj7&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll cross paths again someday.&lt;br /&gt;______C#m &lt;br /&gt;Maybe things will be different,&lt;br /&gt;____Emaj7___________F#&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Dream,&lt;br /&gt;_______________________Emaj7 &lt;br /&gt;Dream of a world where it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;_____C#m&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if I can be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Emaj7______F# &lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaj7______F#____B..........&lt;br /&gt;Heaven.........can........wait.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Emaj7 is E B D# G# for piano, I'd assume u play whichever one of those notes are closed to each other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not too bad actually :D But the lyrics are emo-ish = = IT'S ALL THAT CAME TO ME PEOPLE, DON'T JUDGE T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a song though, since it only has 2 verses and a chorus. Perhaps I shall mend it another day. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that was fun. Perhaps I shall open to requests? :P Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;TO REQUEST A SONG TO BE WRITTEN,&lt;/b&gt; just leave a message in the cbox. Oh, don't mind the spammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ***** is on the morrow, so I shall get to reading some of the nilai's. Yea, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wrote a song! But it took forever = =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6142196200660544677?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6142196200660544677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6142196200660544677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6142196200660544677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6142196200660544677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/mood-o.html' title='The mood :O'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-301869708185180614</id><published>2010-10-04T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:56:05.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interstitial fluid</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letting go is an essential part of life. An essential part that I have never had much experience with. I tend to cling, and am allowed to cling. I can't bring myself to throwing things away. Even if they don't offer much sentimental value.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people of Earth, and beyond if you are reading this. This is an automated response message. Ivan is not here right now, please lea-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh-darned robots. They're taking over the world. People are getting lazier, so their making machines incapable of fear/pain/feeling/compassion and so on, and strapping enough weapons to level major cities on them. :I random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I looks like a fat face :D&lt;br /&gt;.--. upside down!&lt;br /&gt;.____. other fat face.&lt;br /&gt;:{D Mr Potato!&lt;br /&gt;c[:{D Mr Potato with a hat!&lt;br /&gt;:{( Mr Potato lost his hat :(&lt;br /&gt;:D Mr Potato clean shaven :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces are fun to make. I shall make a post with as many as I can think of, in the near future. And I'll probably will need the help of the face making guru Ms Babilla xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways(here I go again), BIO EXAM TOMORROW! I am as ready as a rooster laying an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faces, they show expression, but not always the true one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-301869708185180614?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/301869708185180614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=301869708185180614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/301869708185180614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/301869708185180614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/interstitial-fluid.html' title='Interstitial fluid'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-5997537436707243799</id><published>2010-10-03T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:58:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so old but old enough days</title><content type='html'>Yo people. I went to church today. I haven't in a long time. I've always been unable to wake up, and since my brother was around, he'd take my sis. But today I promised myself I'd wake up and go no matter what, and I did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Weird things happen to me in church. Everytime I go. When I'm inside the church, I tend to always be short of breath. Like 'I'm going to faint' kind of short of breath. It always happens without fail. But it only began happening a few years ago, before that, everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Edmond's party was yesterday! T'was all good fun. Vegetarian food, is awesome. Yes, it really is. I had vegetarian chicken curry the other day before the party, and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywa- I seem to always start my new paragraph and topics with the word 'anyways' o.o Ok, back on track. Robbert Pattinson! I don't understand why people think he's gay. Just like Justin Bieber. If anyone is to be gay-ish, I'd be Edward Cullen eh? Not really Robbert Pattinson. He was Cedric Diggory you know! Oh, and I hats off to Mr. Pattinson from me, for he is apparently a very good pianist, and composed the song Bella's Lullaby himself, which is pretty damn good if you ask me. So to the haters of Robbert Pattinson, I doubt most of you could compose something like that :D I have just bought myself a legion of hate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another totally random note, I feel like changing my blog layout. Like, the actual layout and stuff, not using the blogger changing thingy. Any recommendation of websites I could use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio is tomorrow. Oh great. Sigh. I am so tempted to shoot myself. Jk. WHY WITH ALL THE EXAMS AND SHIT? But still, I am glad for the upcoming Chemistry exam, perhaps I may be able to save myself, as I'm sure I've failed the last one. I hope not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think I should go and study or something now. Maybe. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's nice to speak once more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5997537436707243799?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5997537436707243799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5997537436707243799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5997537436707243799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5997537436707243799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-so-old-but-old-enough-days.html' title='The not so old but old enough days'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-7910996785411347582</id><published>2010-10-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:00:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woi</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;There  are limits. There are reasons they're there. There are reasons why you  shouldn't cross them. And there will sure as hell will be consequences  when you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, only by achieving unity, may we destroy in our hearts the distance that keeps us apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy guy say what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, waddup peeps? I'mma gonna be rollin' down to them CILC crib place there to be droppin' some dope wordage on them peeps! I'mma do a holla out to mah homies back in the big C to the heras yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut dat? You say I be trippin'? Naw homes, YOU BE TRIPPIN'. AND IF YOU DON'T, I'MMA MAKE YOU TRIP YA HEAR? Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, I can speak them language. Yo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some proper sentences. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel a little less sane right now, I love this feeling :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-7910996785411347582?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7910996785411347582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=7910996785411347582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7910996785411347582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/7910996785411347582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/10/woi.html' title='Woi'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-1034715676451490353</id><published>2010-09-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:53:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloves!</title><content type='html'>Weeeee! My dad came back from England yesterday! And he&amp;nbsp; brought back lots of food. I'm going to be diabetic with the amount of chocolates he brought back. NOT TO MENTION THE DELICIOUS COOKIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I asked my dad to get my gym gloves, and he mistakenly got me light boxing gloves...which can also double as gym gloves. For pull ups and chin ups and stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_3OQHrbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BFSll1q1DE4/s1600/Photo+88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_3OQHrbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BFSll1q1DE4/s320/Photo+88.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must, block, face!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_4wwPt8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Kjyv9Ksivv8/s1600/Photo+89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_4wwPt8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Kjyv9Ksivv8/s320/Photo+89.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes! Success!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_6Zy8mbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8AG63iX-Sh4/s1600/Photo+91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_6Zy8mbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8AG63iX-Sh4/s320/Photo+91.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_7lkn0QI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r1OYAzastog/s1600/Photo+92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_7lkn0QI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r1OYAzastog/s320/Photo+92.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, the last picture looks like eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they're pretty good, the knuckle part is padded with gel because it's actually used for light boxing. But it's all good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the holes at the palm side let air go into the glove! So it stays frosty inside :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a disorder. Not mental, I know I have that. I was jogging for 20 mins just now, under the 5 PM sun, and later had a 15 minute workout in the park, under the 5:20 PM sun, AND I BARELY BROKE A SWEAT! Yes there are trees there, but I was mostly under the sun. This is annoying to me, as sweating is the whole point of cardio. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is the last day of exams! For this week = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM 2 and The-Subject-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tend to put "woo!" when I don't know what to put.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-1034715676451490353?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1034715676451490353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=1034715676451490353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1034715676451490353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/1034715676451490353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/gloves.html' title='Gloves!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TKH_3OQHrbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BFSll1q1DE4/s72-c/Photo+88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-8654351552719449548</id><published>2010-09-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:40:31.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look look loooooooooook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't you wish people of the world would be more truthful?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shiver me timbers. I'm not sure if 'timbers' was a reference to a pirates wooden leg*, or his ship. Or maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Applicable only when said pirate has a wooden leg. It is still in discussion whether this applies to pirates who have both legs, but have a wooden leg already just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to blues music from iTunes, the Internet radio on it :D IT'S SO AWESOME! And I should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was day 1 of my programe, no not for studying, for increasing stamina capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJ8-i-rw8-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/0hVQrCJOuIo/s1600/1285174028844.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJ8-i-rw8-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/0hVQrCJOuIo/s320/1285174028844.gif" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got a long way to go o.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off to go study more Physics. T.T I don't like this 1 month of exams thing. And I don't like this Tuesday and Wednesday. Chemistry, BM and *****. I shall not write such obscenities on my blog. Yes, swear words are above it. Fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, let's rolllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*airplane sound*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-8654351552719449548?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8654351552719449548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=8654351552719449548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8654351552719449548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/8654351552719449548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/look-look-loooooooooook.html' title='Look look loooooooooook!'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJ8-i-rw8-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/0hVQrCJOuIo/s72-c/1285174028844.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-2824328127957984692</id><published>2010-09-23T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:32:34.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Have you ever gotten that feeling? That funny feeling. Not funny 'ha ha', but funny strange. It's the feeling of general dislike. Not being emitted by you, but by someone else, towards you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not new to the feeling of being disliked, heck I know what it feels like to be hated. But when it comes from the least expected of sources, it kinda makes you think. Makes you wonder what you did to said person. For me, I ponder on it for awhile, especially since it was most unexpected. Well. Not really. It kinda was. A thought I had in the back of my mind for awhile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet, I still don't know what I did. Perhaps some people are just not compatible with others. Perhaps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the 1st week is over. Time to rest and heal the wounds of battle. And by wounds I mean sleep. And lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week commences Physics, Chemistry, BM 2 and the worlds most useless subject. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study or sleep or something, and I shall do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interesting......I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-2824328127957984692?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2824328127957984692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=2824328127957984692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2824328127957984692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/2824328127957984692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-got-feeling.html' title='I&apos;ve got a feeling...'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-6650026527784063563</id><published>2010-09-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:30:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulz late post</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeee. Anyways, on Saturday I went to this hotel called Double Tree, it's branch(all puns intended) of Hilton. My cousin works there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo we ate at this Italian restaurant, it was nice, next to a pool, and over seeing the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, there were prayers going on, and just to make things more awesome, there was music playing as well. (the prayers are from the mosque, music from the restaurant) The music was those universal beat kind of thing, so while the prayers were going on, with the beat, it felt like a song xD And sounded nice too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here be some pictures, of the lobby! And the toilet xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDR0EUunI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HiF17-hnTmE/s1600/img065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDR0EUunI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HiF17-hnTmE/s320/img065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol, from car to salt and pepper grinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDWjd1b2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/l1FrAyM6s3Y/s1600/img066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDWjd1b2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/l1FrAyM6s3Y/s320/img066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THE BATHROOM! I did my best to not get me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDbAZOLGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YlYRK_AiaDQ/s1600/img067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDbAZOLGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YlYRK_AiaDQ/s320/img067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THAT'S HOW YOU WIPE YOUR HANDS!! :O :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDfThNYSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PajFr4312YI/s1600/img068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDfThNYSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PajFr4312YI/s320/img068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The lobby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDjGdyTbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jMxYjt8naDI/s1600/img069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDjGdyTbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jMxYjt8naDI/s320/img069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is an awesome sofa thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddddd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDmgjmv2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iKE9p0EVlhE/s1600/img070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDmgjmv2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iKE9p0EVlhE/s320/img070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my kitchen, a tiny frog! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-6650026527784063563?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6650026527784063563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=6650026527784063563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6650026527784063563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/6650026527784063563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/lulz-late-post.html' title='Lulz late post'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biBCCM1_j64/TJoDR0EUunI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HiF17-hnTmE/s72-c/img065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633840711844639532.post-5132892764614405237</id><published>2010-09-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:49:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to get rid of that other title as the top of this blog</title><content type='html'>:O tomorrow is exam day! And I'm still awake, not even studying = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm photostating the karangans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, it's that time of month again! No, not a period, I'm a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;:\ :/ :| :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-5132892764614405237?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5132892764614405237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=5132892764614405237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5132892764614405237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/5132892764614405237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-to-get-rid-of-that-other-title-as.html' title='Just to get rid of that other title as the top of this blog'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4392057665362579135</id><published>2010-09-19T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:02:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the fuck?</title><content type='html'>Why the fuck can't people understand the word NO. Or, DON'T. And now because of that, I fucking have fucking dust in my fucking throat cavity. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the fuck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4392057665362579135?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4392057665362579135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4392057665362579135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4392057665362579135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4392057665362579135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-fuck.html' title='Why the fuck?'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8633840711844639532.post-4376214100806722261</id><published>2010-09-18T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:19:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not good, not even remotely</title><content type='html'>Damn. &lt;b&gt;Daamn.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daaamn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the extra a's and Bold+Italic for emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to upload a pdf file with an article in it, but I can't because blogger wont let me. Since you know, it's a pdf, not an image file :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I might get arrested for "attempting to create unrest" or "indulging in sensitive topics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article in question is about a Catholic Malay, who lives in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysssss, yea. SPM trials is in 2 days, hurray! And I'm still here, blogging! = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to take a nap now, slept at 4 last night, woke up at 7 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why oh why oh why....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633840711844639532-4376214100806722261?l=criticismftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4376214100806722261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8633840711844639532&amp;postID=4376214100806722261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4376214100806722261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633840711844639532/posts/default/4376214100806722261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticismftw.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-not-good-not-even-remotely.html' title='This is not good, not even remotely'/><author><name>Ivan Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08105614913364388660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
