<?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-17398800</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:22:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>槍!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8900184191940446414</id><published>2009-10-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:33:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13bt.wordpress.com&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick of blogger, yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8900184191940446414?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8900184191940446414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8900184191940446414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8900184191940446414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8900184191940446414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/url-13bt.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8249849015399452451</id><published>2009-10-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:56:57.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, I'm blogging in the office [again!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened since the last post - Natasha's Birthday, Car rental: Episode 1 and a 1/2 [and the resulting disagreements], Shorts, Cloudy - with a chance of meatballs and much, much more. In fact, all this activities has my mom up in arms - She's complaining that I'm treating my home as a hotel! [And I thought 2 years as a NSF would already had prepared her for this ..] But nonetheless, I guess this isn't going to change anytime soon - never mind about the constant drain on my finances and energy level, I never could stand being cooped up in my house anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point - since I'm like out of the house for like, 2/3 of the day, my laptop/desktop is ROTTING away at home. Of course, this wouldn't be much of a case for concern but I wonder .. should I repair and give [or, if the opportunity presents itself, sell] the laptop away? There's really not much of a point for me to hold on to it; the idea of a high-end gaming laptop that I could bring for LAN parties died on me a long time ago and I think some of my cousins [like Nicholas/Jordan/Darren, for example?] could benefit from it .. and maybe NOT! - seeing how rough they are with things, I don't think my laptop will be able to last for any time longer then a month [and this is my most optimistic theory, ever.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this is an another story, for another day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, somebody in my company has decided to use their brains. After like 2 weeks of enduring close to sub-zero temperatures, it has been decreed by the powers-that-be to increase the general warmth of the office by like, 5 degrees Celsius? Personally, I am quite thankful for whoever suggested this but still, I feel quite .. frozen. -.- [Or maybe, I should SERIOUSLY stop slacking around in the office and really get down to work. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, tomorrow's the start of my weekend job with SHELL. 9-5 at SHELL, lorong 7 of Geylang as a promoter of sorts. Best of luck to me, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8249849015399452451?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8249849015399452451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8249849015399452451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8249849015399452451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8249849015399452451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-usual-im-blogging-in-office-again.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6902383498330337134</id><published>2009-10-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:54:02.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: the air-conditioning is set to 25 degrees Celsius and I .. feel like it's the Antarctic in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's those days that I spent sweating [like there's no tomorrow] as your average NSF in the middle of a rather secluded part of Singapore that has lowered down my tolerance for the cold or whether there is a bigger thing in the works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's more of the former then the latter. [because I can't afford to fall sick now ..!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this question [thanks Matt!] has resurfaced in my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for Lasik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm getting sick of having to maintain a pair of glasses and yes, it doesn't help that I have an interest in sports such as basketball/soccer, where there is both the danger of inappropriate physical conduct and the unlucky happenstance of the ball flying straight to my face that is pretty much guaranteed to produce a new dimension to my spectacles [and as well as ruin my day!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money wise, I'm more then capable of footing 100% of the bill. :) [Though, of course, I don't mind some financial assistance from anyone who wishes to help .. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO .. I guess the real question is more like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's stopping me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6902383498330337134?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6902383498330337134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6902383498330337134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6902383498330337134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6902383498330337134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5786849351698982386</id><published>2009-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:02:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes, I'm still blogging from my workstation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who insist on the "Yao siu, now working hours still can surf net" school of theory, I have only one assurance for you guys - I'm more then prepared to face the music. AI ZAI! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm starting to hate any and every given idea of social interaction that does not involve you standing face to face to the person you wish to talk to. Somehow, somewhat, somewhere - the meaning of your words will be lost among the indecphierable babble of electronic white noise and POOF! I see lvl 99 Rainbow aura. [Read: Potential Flaming abound.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only that, I definitely find it hard to know/understand what the other party is thinking. After all, the lack of eye contact makes it a lot more easier for the other party to hide his/her true meaning of their words. Though I would pretty much like to believe I live in a perfect world where none of such things ever exist, I doubt reality is that kind to me. And no peeps, i'm not pointing any fingers at anyone [lest anyone gets the wrong idea!] But well .. just some random reflection(s) on my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know - Ignorance is bliss. It's just as well; I can never ever prevent myself from being the subject of someone's else gossip, but ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I need to ignore before S*** hits the fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, random question: Does anyone have, like, the ultimate man's guide to understanding the opposite sex that little much better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously could use one now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5786849351698982386?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5786849351698982386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5786849351698982386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5786849351698982386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5786849351698982386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-yes-im-still-blogging-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2196426098001307604</id><published>2009-10-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:07:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm [yet again!] slacking my ass off in the office. Can't help it when you're a fast worker, right? XD [Then again, boss, please don't take this as a sign to increase my amount of work. I'm quite happy as it is and after all, a happy worker is a productive worker 'right? Right!? =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame jokes aside, I'm starting to think that the frequent basketball-ing isn't helping. In fact, I feel like I'm more like, tormenting my body instead. Case in point - I usually reach home at about 1 a.m in the morning which gives me like, 5 hour's worth of quality sleep? Seriously, I don't think rejuvnation of my rarely used muscles [if any, that is =X] can be completed in such a short time as well. And not to blame basketball for this but .. really, I do feel sleepy in the office at times [especially when there's nothing for me to do except .. stare at the com and wonder what I should do. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm also glad for basketball putting in an extra "oomph" in my life - after all, if I wasn't basketball-ing, I'll probably at home playing Red Alert 3/DOTA with Chuan [which contributes humonogously to my already all-too-high lifelessness rating already!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, God, can you please add in an extra hour or two per day? I'll really appreciate it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm meeting Teck Yong later at City Hall MRT for dinner. And hopefully, I get that all-important bit of shopping done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I wonder what I should get .. for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2196426098001307604?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2196426098001307604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2196426098001307604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2196426098001307604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2196426098001307604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2545728774397179963</id><published>2009-09-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:20:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You think I should have known better by now but again, I'm blogging this post from the comfort of my workstation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhere, I managed to find my old tagbox, the one I used when this blog's address was afcandme.blogspot.com. [That is, if i remember correctly. -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it brings back some memories ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2545728774397179963?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2545728774397179963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2545728774397179963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2545728774397179963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2545728774397179963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-think-i-should-have-known-better-by.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-104120180998076190</id><published>2009-09-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:53:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually supposed to be working now but with most of my work for the day cleared [and my immediate superiors not around!], this presents me a superb opportunity to .. blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I should count my lucky stars for getting this job. Simple job scope, good pay, nice working environment, earlier knock off timing .. the list goes on. Even though it's just about as mundane as my previous one at NDC, I guess I can live with that - the old adage of money making the world go round quietly forcing me to immediately affect a change in my thinking. For those who wish to argue against this fact - there's no point, really. Just a simple look around you would suffice. Indeed, there's really no such thing as a free lunch but I guess we're taking this phrase a LITTLE TOO SERIOUSLY. Everything around us is so .. expensive. -.- Food, clothes, even the simple flicker of a switch for the lights is that much degrading on one's financial capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just that as well. One of the main motivational factors for me to pursue this rather uninteresting career as a simple rank and file documents clerk is for me to create Mazda 3: Episode 2. [And I think only a couple and that girl will know what I mean, LOL.] And yes, I'm really itching to get behind the steering wheel of a car [the real one, not the arcade machine!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more random note, while taking over the periphals I need for my job here, I happened to chance upon the name of the guy who left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Han.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-104120180998076190?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/104120180998076190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=104120180998076190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/104120180998076190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/104120180998076190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-actually-supposed-to-be-working-now.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2093972207682038878</id><published>2009-09-15T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:17:39.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had my haircut. And it's a super duper cheap haircut [at $3!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .. I have one grouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really pay much attention to it until Andy pointed it out. That thick mane of hair that I chose to leave uncut at the back of my head kinda gave my hairstyle that 80's look. And if that's not bad enough, there's one more thing that I hate to say as well - I actually agree with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my sense of fashion is kinda .. out, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Andy/Adeline will be flying off to Taiwan for their dance training. So, best wishes and bon voyage to the both of them, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or why do I have this sudden feeling that it'll be a case of 2 persons going there and 3 persons coming back? [Yes, this doesn't sound right. =X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2093972207682038878?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2093972207682038878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2093972207682038878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2093972207682038878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2093972207682038878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-had-my-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6656057274652538515</id><published>2009-09-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:12:40.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the IT fair and I brought this pair of headphones from Sennheiser at $24.90. It's not the holy grail of the abovementioned but I guess it'll do for me. After all, I AM ON A SHOESTRING BUDGET. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda flustered. It's probably about me being too overconfident, but learning the piano is proving to be more of a handful that I expected it to be. I can't get the rhythm right, My playing sucks, I always get the notes wrong .. the list goes on. But no worries, I know I'm not going to give up that easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the start of a long and winding road for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6656057274652538515?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6656057274652538515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6656057274652538515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6656057274652538515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6656057274652538515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-got-back-from-it-fair-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6547145827104875489</id><published>2009-09-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:09:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After two weeks of MIA-ness, I'm back here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened - the weekend "getaway" with a certain Mazda 3 [My dad will KILL me if he finds out, hahahahaha!], the "pouring" of coins into arcade gaming, Final Destination [Which is kinda pointless - it's like, paying $8 to watch people die in every gruesome way possible] and The Proposal [A light-hearted romantic .. comedy between a career woman and her assistant.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I kinda like, got myself fired from my current job as a Records Clerk at National Dental Center. Not that I regret anything at all - I had some great times there, working/joking/slacking with some of the staff there. Rather, I think that I was probably just a victim of the office politics there. One way or another, I just feel that some of the permanent staff there have some .. "hard feelings" against me bah.  Well, I do admit that I was the absolute slacker there - but then again, I was briefed on my first day at work there to take things slowly. Well, if I'm getting f***ed for doing what my bosses tell me to do, I guess a change in jobs would be better for me. [And not withstanding the poor pay - my salary is a measly $800+ a month, something which renting a certain Mazda 3 for the weekend reinforced in my head.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. No point crying over split milk, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6547145827104875489?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6547145827104875489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6547145827104875489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6547145827104875489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6547145827104875489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-two-weeks-of-mia-ness-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4749901583377045907</id><published>2009-08-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:35:13.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dfpt8b0M2U4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dfpt8b0M2U4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of spare time in between file transfers between my PSP and my laptop, I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling this irritating sensation on my right ear. Or rather, I HAVE been feeling this for quite some time already but always, I dismissed it as a rash of one form or another. A mistake, really - I think it has come to the point whereby my skin has peeled off and revealed raw, unprotected flesh. The fact that I'm like, wearing my spectacles 24/7 isn't helping much as well. Guess it's time for band-aids, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I will cut short everything and save whatever I wanted to type for another time.[It's already 2.33AM and I have no intention of waking up a walking zomebie tomorrow. :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4749901583377045907?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4749901583377045907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4749901583377045907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4749901583377045907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4749901583377045907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-little-bit-of-spare-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2871879254196062572</id><published>2009-08-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:28:44.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a86CX1cim6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a86CX1cim6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at this guy play and .. he's my newest idol. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While out with Rain, Chuan and Wan Ling at Vivocity today, I bore witness to a certain "event" that got my brain juice(s) flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the arcade with Chuan when this kid cut into the queue. [Of course, I'm not that small gas - the kid was probably a little more then 4, 5 years old so maybe, I should just put this down to him not knowing about the bigger things in life.] Rather, It was when he swiped in a credit for the game that got me thinking - the kid has like, $110.65 worth of play value in his card. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember the days where I was like, 2-3 times his age and I had to BEG my mother to BRING ME UP TO THE ARCADE. Of course, as I got older, she let me run around but then again, such activity was kinda frowned upon by my mother and relatives and they did their best to discourage me from doing so. [To no avail, of course. I never really did quite like to stick around with them .. it was the epitome of boredom! XD] And even IF I DID GO UP TO THE ARCADE, I would have like only, $2-$5 to play around with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wonder: Is it just me lagging behind the times or do we all need to do some soul searching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I'm starting to sound like a hypocrite - after all, the memories of me playing arcade games such as Initial D and Wangan Midnight are still firmly etched into my brain. Indeed, The amount of money I spent on this two games itself definitely runs into the thousands. And yes, I do feel ashamed of this fact but I seek a small consolation prize from the fact that this sum of money has brought me some great memories [and as well as teach me a few .. painful lessons of life.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be on the random side of life - I need to improve my singing. Hearing yourself go out of tone and pitch for like, 1924710957112957810925718947 times while at K-Box with a couple and a girl [or is it a boy? OPPS =X] is definitely not my idea of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2871879254196062572?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2871879254196062572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2871879254196062572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2871879254196062572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2871879254196062572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-looking-at-this-guy-play-and.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2742276042206083994</id><published>2009-08-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:25:41.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to this at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB-Ze0wGCsA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB-Ze0wGCsA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got quite a catchy beat, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few mins ago, whilst engaged in yet another round of DOTA, My mind suddenly .. developed an itch to blog. And so, to prevent any more of my brain cells from dying out due to a lack of any mental activity whatsoever, here I go, again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently experiencing a deja vu of sorts - maybe, it's just the environment in which I do my blogging is like, always the same? [Lights off, my computer screen and it's assorted paraphernalia staring me back in the face, the reverberating of my speakers/sub-woofer as they pump out song after song, the hesitant commitment of my hands as my mind goes into overdrive, wondering if perhaps, the next sentence I type would offend yet another person ..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I should just learn to face the fact that I can't always please anyone and everyone, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Pointless mind-twisting aside, I guess the real point of this post is to like, "rant" over this particular problem of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to a point where I have real difficulty in differenanting between who I can call true friends and who I CAN'T. Or, to be more precise: I always ignore this problem and hope that it'll go away, but sadly, life doesn't work that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wish I could like, just *point* *point* *point* at any random person(s) and vola! Problem solved. BUT, then again, I'm just daydreaming. [yes, guys, start sharpening your knives now. I'm still running away from the problem at hand.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, open confrontation is just as unlikely to produce results as well. Not when said not-so-true friends will just "act blur, live longer". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone - What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2742276042206083994?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2742276042206083994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2742276042206083994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2742276042206083994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2742276042206083994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-listening-to-this-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5751355734282974074</id><published>2009-08-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:37:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maroon 5 - Won't Go Home Without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or has internet browsers the world over decided to go on strike? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Chrome is lagging, Mozilla Firefox wouldn't display facebook in it's proper form, Internet explorer .. AH. Whoever uses IE nowadays? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yep, back to the main point. Yes, finally, I have gotten off my rotten ass to actually BLOG. A big cue for Singapore pools, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have past in the few months - Release from my term of conscription as a Driver in the SAF [and the subsequent conversion of my military license to a civilian one! :)], my new-found love of DOTA and WOW, signing of a temporary work contract with National Dental Center as a records clerk, the twin temptations that many will know as Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 3DX and Initial D Arcade Stage 5 .. There's really too many to name [and too little time to do so.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my keyboard, I can only just silently wonder why I'm still doing arcade gaming. I thought I was past that phrase in life - or maybe I should just attribute it to that "winners don't quit, quitters don't win" mentality of mine. But still, I cannot deny the fact that it's quite a troublesome drain on my finances [and at the rate I'm going, I'm going to take FOREVER to save up for my digital piano! -.- ] So, for now, I guess the most I can do is to curb such "undesirable" expenditure till the day where my piano arrives, following which, I will do my utmost to erase completely my love of arcade gaming .. 'RIGHT. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of which, I decided to register for this little competition for Wangan Midnight. The trials start on the 29th of August with the full thingamajig commencing the day after [OF COURSE, that is, assuming I get past the trials first. ^^"] Of course, one might point out to this being just a big ****ing waste of my time and money but I guess it's more then just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably just me but I seriously love the spirit of competition, of learning from my own mistakes, of triumph over the strong while helping those weaker then me improve and of course, my love for THAT Mazda RX7 FC3S [which, if anyone doesn't know how it looks like, you guys can just scroll up and look at the manga-like picture at the top of my blog. :)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, enough with all of this .. idiocy. For now, as mentioned earlier, I'm now working as a temporary records clerk at National Dental Center. Basically, my job is just to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Trace records of any given patient needed by our oh-so-great doctors upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;2) Rearrange about, 12940710957108571824712080192571085710238 records in a way that     my lord and masters deem convenient for their needs. &lt;br /&gt;3) Assist my lord and masters in whatever errands they deem fit for us to execute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wonders why, yes, the sarcasm is all for the sake of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work isn't really tiring but it sure is damned monotonous. In fact, I don't even feel like a clerk at all - rather, they should change this job name to "Records Storeman" or something. Calling it a clerk has got to be the biggest joke, ever - the clerks I know of don't have to climb up and down shelves for like, their entire work day. Rather, it's more of like a sit-in-front-of-the-computer-and-surf-facebook-all-day thing BUT THEN AGAIN, given the slackness of my work, I guess this is all quite .. irrelevant. =X But yeah, when this contract expires, I will most probably be job hunting .. again. -.- This time round, I'll remember to aim for something that gives me a little bit more vitamin M. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's 3.34AM in the morning and if I don't go to sleep now, I can forsee myself becoming a walking zombie at work. So yep, good night [or rather, morning. XD] to all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5751355734282974074?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5751355734282974074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5751355734282974074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5751355734282974074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5751355734282974074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/08/maroon-5-wont-go-home-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5381103744103674788</id><published>2009-05-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:29:48.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While on driver duties the other day, I happened to chance upon this article in TEENAGE magazine. [Which I would ignore because for one reason or another, reading such magazines isn't just my thing!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember the full sentence but it goes something like this: "keeping your diary or blog private is a good way of expressing yourself as you might end up writing for your friends and instead of yourself when your blog/diary goes public."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's about me being too nice a guy until people start to take advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just that, something, somewhere, somehow, shit happens and I'm the fall guy. Or maybe it's just fate, pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or MAYBE. just, maybe. Maybe pigs can fly, maybe there's the light at the end of the tunnel, or maybe I'm just hoping for a miracle I know will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "temptations" are there; to be the bad guy, to be the guy who couldn't care less, the guy they call a bastard and a flirt or even the epitome of evil [which strikes me as a "mild" exaggeration but what the hell.] is slowly rising in me. At the very least, I wouldn't be the one being hurt all the time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after blogging everything out, I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to decide whether being the nice guy or the bad guy is the better choice for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need answers .. and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5381103744103674788?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5381103744103674788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5381103744103674788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5381103744103674788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5381103744103674788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-on-driver-duties-other-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4888603391326511388</id><published>2009-05-02T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:47:03.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a very long while since I ever posted anything, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a joke for a few laughs first. While I would really like to update, time constraints [plus a few angry friends] aren't making things simple. So yep. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be&lt;br /&gt;kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.  Under no circumstances&lt;br /&gt;should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't&lt;br /&gt;pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or&lt;br /&gt;lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.  If a&lt;br /&gt;reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of&lt;br /&gt;the following:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Margarita&lt;br /&gt;Salty nuts&lt;br /&gt;Martini&lt;br /&gt;Cold Beer &lt;br /&gt;Brownies&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;French fries&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Twinkies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It should be presumed that I won't ever get better.  When such a&lt;br /&gt;determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and&lt;br /&gt;attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat&lt;br /&gt;lady sing,' and call it a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4888603391326511388?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4888603391326511388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4888603391326511388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4888603391326511388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4888603391326511388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-very-long-while-since-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5740159232246251358</id><published>2009-04-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:37:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still the same - the monotonous details, the office politics, the whatever lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, I have started developing this "can't be bothered" approach that I can "proudly" declare is a by - product of some people here in my unit. After all, why help out so much when in the end, some other parties will just use this as an excuse to skive on their part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I seriously wonder how when some people are like, slaving away 24/7, this jokers can still find the gall to do a small little thing and then complain about being tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that this are the very same people who said that we'll stick together till the end .. PUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about them makes my blood boil. If there was ever a need to explain the phrase "the world isn't fair" to anyone, this would be the perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, looking on the bright side ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more [major] excercise to go. That, and the fact that I just submitted my claim for my class 3/4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon .. my ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5740159232246251358?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5740159232246251358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5740159232246251358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5740159232246251358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5740159232246251358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-long-time-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2660596486252625179</id><published>2009-03-26T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:02:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgUqoY5o8GU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgUqoY5o8GU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2660596486252625179?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2660596486252625179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2660596486252625179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2660596486252625179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2660596486252625179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3827243665051863727</id><published>2009-03-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:34:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April 23th, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the best day of my life BUT; something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day signals the beginning of the end. [ of my little NS stint as a driver in Mandai Hill Camp. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now; if only my hair can just grow that little bit faster [ so I can fulfill my dreams of a white/sliver combo highlight! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally .. is this the rainbow after the rain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3827243665051863727?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3827243665051863727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3827243665051863727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3827243665051863727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3827243665051863727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-23th-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7503695063762303948</id><published>2009-03-20T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:35:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This put a smile on my face. So, I hope it puts one on you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;When Astronaut Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only gave his famous one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind statement but followed it by several remarks, usual between him, the other astronauts and Mission Control. Just before he re-entered the lander, however, he made the enigmatic remark, "Good luck Mr. Gorsky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the Good luck Mr. Gorsky statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26 year old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. Mr. Gorsky had finally died and so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was a kid, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hit a fly ball which landed in the front of his neighbors' bedroom windows. His neighbors were Mr. &amp; Mrs. Gorsky. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oral sex? You want oral sex? You'll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7503695063762303948?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7503695063762303948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7503695063762303948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7503695063762303948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7503695063762303948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-put-smile-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8072810280877976093</id><published>2009-03-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:27:27.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was blog - hopping around when I saw this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 84%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 69%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 29%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bitter irony, considering the fact that I have already lost someone ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8072810280877976093?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8072810280877976093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8072810280877976093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8072810280877976093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8072810280877976093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-blog-hopping-around-when-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4517791931851768663</id><published>2009-03-10T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:37:47.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from www.sgforums.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKED FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,&lt;br /&gt;But I only slept with you because I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other --&lt;br /&gt;that is until I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty&lt;br /&gt;and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace;&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;Two parts tequila, one part lime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4517791931851768663?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4517791931851768663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4517791931851768663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4517791931851768663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4517791931851768663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-this-from-www.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1706606035145042324</id><published>2009-03-04T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:11:55.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I had the "pleasure" of celebrating the birthdays of three persons; namely, Mr Johnny's [21 years old lor!], Miss Rain [Also 21 years old lor!] and Mr Wanling [actually, it was supposed to be Miss but I still can't see the "Miss" side of her .. yet. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if she's looking at this post, don't worry. You'll have all the chances in the world to kill me in whatever ways you desire. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside .. This brings me to another point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how everyone will be like a couple of years down the road ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1706606035145042324?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1706606035145042324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1706606035145042324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1706606035145042324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1706606035145042324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-saturday-i-had-pleasure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6822616588657066692</id><published>2009-02-21T00:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:34:25.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from Rain's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6822616588657066692?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6822616588657066692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6822616588657066692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6822616588657066692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6822616588657066692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-this-from-rains-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2310889443828226899</id><published>2009-02-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:10:12.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will someone please guide me on how to understand ladies better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a lot of mentoring in this department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this isn't sarcasm 101.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2310889443828226899?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2310889443828226899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2310889443828226899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2310889443828226899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2310889443828226899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6776029435106651111</id><published>2009-02-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:41:37.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody says that being a driver is a "relax-one-corner" kind of vocation in the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they just haven't been to my company line yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea why everytime, we're just sooooo damned busy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fret not-while I engross myself in the responsibilities of being a driver in the SAF for the next few days or so, here are 2 videos to put the smile back into you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHL2U8ho89o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHL2U8ho89o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3VDG-U8u2o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3VDG-U8u2o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6776029435106651111?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6776029435106651111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6776029435106651111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6776029435106651111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6776029435106651111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/everybody-says-that-being-driver-is.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6819212267756568431</id><published>2009-02-15T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:08:16.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, while on my way back home from a little supper with some friends, our paths crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was with her parents then, loading luggage into her dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't notice me at first-it was only the surprised look on her mother's face that made her look in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside those eyes, I saw contorted expressions of pain, of agony, of remorse, and of so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand from her parents soon saw the both of us sitting down at a nearby bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the long period of silence that I was expecting never materialized-in fact, she shocked me by bombarding me with so many questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wanted to complain though-it felt really good to hear from her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might call me crazy but seriously, this half hour conversation was just about the best valentine's day gift I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those questions that we both left hanging in mid-air .. all those unsaid words, all those expressions that we kept to ourselves ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just flowed out freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, all those doubts I had in my mind, all those worries for her that I carried in my heart .. solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with peace of mind, I close this chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write this out, she should already be on a flight to New York City for a short holiday before migrating to Canada proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write this out, my mind is spinning with all those memories of us together, through both the good times and bad ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep-There's a long day ahead of me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I do so ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, and take care of yourself, Stephanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6819212267756568431?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6819212267756568431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6819212267756568431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6819212267756568431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6819212267756568431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary-yesterday-morning-while-on.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5741853842114859256</id><published>2009-02-13T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:18:19.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't know why but ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this inner fire within me, telling me to take down this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just one of those days-you know, you slap yourself for thinking too much and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously .. can someone PLEASE tell me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5741853842114859256?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5741853842114859256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5741853842114859256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5741853842114859256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5741853842114859256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-dont-know-why-but.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1326990037189584738</id><published>2009-02-12T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:16:11.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is quite nice, don't you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PageTitleLabel" style="float: left; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;品冠 and 梁靜茹 - Way Back Into Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday,&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time,&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light,&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooh Ooooooooh. Ooooooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1326990037189584738?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1326990037189584738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1326990037189584738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1326990037189584738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1326990037189584738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fell-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6874792643081991969</id><published>2009-02-11T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:03:38.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hope that I'm thinking too much but seriously; after certain .. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;events&lt;/span&gt;" that has happened ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to re-evaluate the ties that I have with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be in camp at 5 A.M. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6874792643081991969?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6874792643081991969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6874792643081991969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6874792643081991969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6874792643081991969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-hope-that-im-thinking-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1530232431409040121</id><published>2009-02-08T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:47:47.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just did this personality test on facebook and got this as a result. Though the results are from a different website, I guess this shouldn't be much of a problem also. Rather, I find this quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - kudos to the ladies and gents of &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/"&gt;http://www.personalitypage.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the writeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As an ISFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your value system.  Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in via your five sense in a literal, concrete fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities.   They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell.  They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses.  They have a strong set of values, which they strive to consistently meet in their lives.  They need to feel as if they're living their lives in accordance with what they feel is right, and will rebel against anything which conflicts with that goal.  They're likely to choose jobs and careers which allow them the freedom of working towards the realization of their value-oriented personal goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs tend to be quiet and reserved, and difficult to get to know well. They hold back their ideas and opinions except from those who they are closest to.  They are likely to be kind, gentle and sensitive in their dealings with others.  They are interested in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness, and will put a great deal of effort and energy into tasks which they believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs have a strong affinity for aesthetics and beauty.  They're likely to be animal lovers, and to have a true appreciation for the beauties of nature. They're original and independent, and need to have personal space. They value people who take the time to understand the ISFP, and who support the ISFP in pursuing their goals in their own, unique way.  People who don't know them well may see their unique way of life as a sign of carefree light-heartedness, but the ISFP actually takes life very seriously, constantly gathering specific information and shifting it through their value systems, in search for clarification and underlying meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs are action-oriented individuals.  They are "doers", and are  usually uncomfortable with theorizing concepts and ideas, unless they see a practical application. They learn best in a "hands-on" environment, and consequently may become easily bored with the traditional teaching methods, which emphasize abstract thinking.  They do not like impersonal analysis, and are uncomfortable with the idea of making  decisions based strictly on logic.  Their strong value systems demand that decisions are evaluated against their subjective beliefs, rather than against some objective rules or laws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs are extremely perceptive and aware of others.  They constantly gather specific information about people, and seek to discover what it means.  They are usually penetratingly accurate in their perceptions of others.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs are warm and sympathetic.  They genuinely care about people, and are strongly service-oriented in their desire to please.  They have an  unusually deep well of caring for those who are close to them, and are likely to show their love through actions, rather than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs have no desire to lead or control others, just as they have no desire to be led or controlled by others.  They need space and time alone to  evaluate the circumstances of their life against their value system, and are likely to respect other people's needs for the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ISFP is likely to not give themself enough credit for the things which they do extremely well.  Their strong value systems can lead them to be intensely perfectionist, and cause them to judge themselves with unneccesary harshness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The ISFP has many special gifts for the world, especially in the areas of creating artistic sensation, and selflessly serving others.  Life is not likely to be extremely easy for the ISFP, because they take life so seriously, but they have the tools to make their lives and the lives of those close to them richly rewarding experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ISFPs are warmhearted, gentle people who take their commitments seriously, and seek lifelong relationships.  They are very private people, who keep their true feelings and opinions reserved or hidden from others.  This may cause them to constantly defer to their mates in their intimate relationships, which may cause problems if their mates are not extremely aware of the ISFP's feelings. Some ISFPs who are in the habit of not expressing their needs and feelings find themselves in situations throughout their life where they feel overshadowed,  overlooked, or even "tread upon" by others.  Highly practical and cynical by nature, these feelings may cause the ISFP to become bitter, and to either give up on their  relationships, or to start using their relationships for their own personal gain.   Although this problem is observed sometimes in the ISFP type,  it does not seem to be present in those ISFPs who consistently express their feelings to those closest to them.  These ISFPs have a very positive, warm outlook on life and love, and are not as likely to find themselves in relationships where they are taken for granted or taken advantage of.  ISFPs go to great lengths to please their partners.  They're very loyal and supportive, with a deep capacity for love.  They detest conflict and discord, and highly value being seen and understood for who they are.  They need space to live their lives in their own unique way, and will respect other's need for space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs are warm and giving people, who have a depth of emotion and caring which is not often obvious to others, except those who know them extremely well.  They are usually intense people, who experience their emotions on an intense level.  Although they may appear to be light-hearted, they are in fact extremely serious, and take their relationships seriously.   Unlike other SP types, people with the ISFP type desire and seek lifelong, committed relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs may have a problem with communication.  With Introverted Feeling dominating their personality, they are more vulnerable then most to being hurt.  Perhaps because of this, they tend to hold back part of  themselves from others, and do not always say what they think or feel. This is especially true during conflict situations, which the ISFP abhors more than anything in the world.  Confrontations and arguments are very difficult for the ISFP to deal with.  They feel personally threatened in these situations.  If the ISFP falls into the habit of not communicating their feelings with their partner, this could cause serious problems in the relationship over the long haul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sexually, the ISFP approaches intimacy with complete attention, seriousness and depth.  They experience lovemaking through their senses, and welcome the chance to interact with their mate at this level.  They are not likely to express their feelings verbally, believing that actions speak louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ISFPs need positive affirmation to be happy and feel good about themselves. They need to be praised, although they are usually uncomfortable with "gushy" praise.  The greatest gift their partners can give them is the expression of their affection and admiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- ISFP Strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Warm, friendly and affirming by nature &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Usually optimistic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Good listeners &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Good at dealing with practical day-to-day concerns &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Flexible and laid-back, usually willing to defer to their mates  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Their love of aesthetic beauty and appreciation for function makes them likely to  have attractive, functional homes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Take their commitments seriously, and seek lifelong relationships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Likely to value and respect other's personal space &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Likely to enjoy showing their affection through acts and deeds &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sensuous and earthy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ISFP Weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not good at long-range financial (or other) planning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Extreme dislike of conflict and criticism &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Focused on enjoying the present moment, they may appear lazy or slow-moving at times &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Need to have their own space, and dislike having it invaded &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; May be slow to show their affection with words &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Tendency to hold back their thoughts and feelings, unless drawn out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; May become overly cynical and practical &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, to all you guys out there - I have one question to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think it's true about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1530232431409040121?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1530232431409040121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1530232431409040121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1530232431409040121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1530232431409040121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-did-this-personality-test-on.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5396419509865557072</id><published>2009-01-30T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:37:26.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my friends E-mailed me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body" id="post-body-8777425"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  Never give me work in the morning.   Always wait                         until 4:00 and then bring it to me.  The challenge of a                         deadline is refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  If it's really a rush job, run in and interrupt me                         every 10 minutes to inquire how it's going.  That helps.                          Or even better, hover behind me, advising me at every                         keystroke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  Always leave without telling anyone where you're                         going.  It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks                         where you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  If my arms are full of papers, boxes, books, or                         supplies, don't open the door for me.  I need to learn how to                         function as a paraplegic and opening doors with no arms is good                         training in case I should ever be injured and lose all use of my                         limbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  If you give me more than one job to do, don't tell me                         which is priority.  I am psychic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.  Do your best to keep me late.  I adore this office                         and really have nowhere to go or anything to do.  I have no                         life beyond work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.  If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret.  If                         that gets out, it could mean a promotion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.  If you don't like my work, tell everyone.  I like                         my name to be popular in conversations.  I was born to be                         whipped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;9.  If you have special instructions for a job, don't write                         them down. In fact, save them until the job is almost done.                          No use confusing me with useful information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;10.  Never introduce me to the people you're with.  I                         have no right to know anything.  In the corporate food chain,                         I am plankton.  When you refer to them later, my shrewd                         deductions will identify them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;11.  Be nice to me only when the job I'm doing for you                         could really change your life and send you straight to managers'                         hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;12.  Tell me all your little problems.   No one else                         has any and it's nice to know someone is less fortunate.  I                         especially like the story about having to pay so much taxes on the                         bonus check you received for being such a good manager.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;13.  Wait until my yearly review and THEN tell me what my                         goals SHOULD have been. Give me a mediocre performance rating                           with a cost of living increase. I'm not here for the money                         anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5396419509865557072?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5396419509865557072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5396419509865557072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5396419509865557072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5396419509865557072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-friends-e-mailed-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2983684853097815786</id><published>2009-01-21T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:14:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haven't really updated anything in a while so here goes. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.goldinuniverse.com/ - If you're wondering what this is all about, look below. It'll give you a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You feel as if you have missed out on a great deal that life had to offer and you go about trying to make up for past failures. Naturally at times you get depressed and you try to compensate for your 'missed opportunities' by living your life to the full. This is what, perhaps, may be described as 'living with exaggerated intensity'. In this way you feel you can break the chains of the past and start again - and it could be that you are right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are full of stress at this time. It would seem that you are having more than your fair share of trials and tribulations and you are looking for a way out. You are not quite sure which way to go but the advice is - 'Stop trying so hard'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a demanding egocentric and therefore quick to take offence. This attitude makes people feel somewhat inadequate when in your company and so it is no wonder that at times you feel alone and unwanted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are presently experiencing excessive stress as a result of self-restraint. You act and think differently from the common herd and you want to be liked and admired for yourself and to associate with people who feel and act as you do. Because of this need to be self-reliant and to break away from mediocrity, you are finding this situation most uncomfortable and you are experiencing considerable anxiety - perhaps even more than you feel the capacity to cope with. You need to find a 'soul mate', someone whose standards are as high as your own - but where? Keep on searching... The situation is uncomfortable and you would like to break away from it, but you refuse to compromise with your opinions. You are unable to resolve the situation because you are continually postponing the making of necessary decisions. You are stubborn but this is no deterrent to a happy life, so why drop your standards. Think positively, everything will work out. It has worked out successfully for you in the past and it will again in the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The tensions that you are trying to cope with are a result of conditions which are really beyond your control. As a consequence of this almost impossible situation and not being able to get your own way, you are subjected to frustration and almost ungovernable anger. You are trying to remedy the situation but the stress that you are experiencing is making the situation even worse. You feel so inadequate that you are not quite sure which way to turn. A good suggestion would to be to try to relieve the stress and anxiety by participating in some very active physical activity which will relieve your tension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2983684853097815786?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2983684853097815786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2983684853097815786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2983684853097815786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2983684853097815786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/havent-really-updated-anything-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6694246033735971304</id><published>2009-01-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:51:13.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I happened to chance upon this video ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9-HHe0Ni9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9-HHe0Ni9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it brings back memories .. of my childhood. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6694246033735971304?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6694246033735971304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6694246033735971304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6694246033735971304'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8750721753450507994?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8750721753450507994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8750721753450507994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8750721753450507994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8750721753450507994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-question-has-been-circling-around.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8551915910610940156</id><published>2009-01-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:04:10.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, this is my little escapade up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5Lk1Nol2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-AtG7RFweC8/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5Lk1Nol2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-AtG7RFweC8/s320/DSC00424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746108711180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many random photos I took - the customs of our northern neighbor. And yes, I'm glad we reached early - there were a lot of vehicles behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HGvl_MWI/AAAAAAAAARY/qH9GHuFDr2k/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HGvl_MWI/AAAAAAAAARY/qH9GHuFDr2k/s320/DSC00425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741193760125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture captures the inner pek chek - ness [Either that, or she's just trying to act cool.] that my mom is feeling. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND I LOVE THAT HAIR =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JdGcpICI/AAAAAAAAASo/YGXNMO_S89Y/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JdGcpICI/AAAAAAAAASo/YGXNMO_S89Y/s320/DSC00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286743776875323426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering why I actually took a photo of a lady and her line of work,  you can rest assured that I have not developed any sort of unhealthy fetish(s). Rather, there's this interesting .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; that presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anyone who drives up north would know, going by the second link for approximately 5-10 minutes would result in driving into a toll booth and paying like, RM8++ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, after passing this toll booth and driving for another 10 minutes or so .. there's will be this other toll booth collecting another RM10++ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JeKU8qjI/AAAAAAAAASw/xlO45Fq7DuA/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JeKU8qjI/AAAAAAAAASw/xlO45Fq7DuA/s320/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286743795096660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going up this kerb, the Altis took a little scrap on the undercarriage. This means that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;2) There's too many things in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I like to think it's the former then the latter, I just can't but wonder if it's a sign from the gods .. [I hate to admit it but seriously, as of late, my life as a driver has been more towards eating and sleeping  .. LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HHKwhIjI/AAAAAAAAARo/IzFdaNgRcBw/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HHKwhIjI/AAAAAAAAARo/IzFdaNgRcBw/s320/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741201052049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your typical small Malaysian town scenery. A far cry from the metropolis Singapore of today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this picture at one of the many rest stops along the North-South Highway. [ And don't ask me what's "Fried half boiled" =X ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5QwKmxGQI/AAAAAAAAATI/sTjPEPUJBpU/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5QwKmxGQI/AAAAAAAAATI/sTjPEPUJBpU/s320/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286751800990439682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HHJK78gI/AAAAAAAAARg/RYp8pFkbIPI/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HHJK78gI/AAAAAAAAARg/RYp8pFkbIPI/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741200625988098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive up north. A free dinner if anyone can figure out why I took this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following photos aren't Man Hunk quality but still, you have to admit it: they look quite .. [Insert your own words] with the shades on. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HH9GSbMI/AAAAAAAAARw/Sg0-zy6eOSA/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5HH9GSbMI/AAAAAAAAARw/Sg0-zy6eOSA/s320/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286741214565133506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5WGmBhRvI/AAAAAAAAATY/vaIOxXZt8ds/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5WGmBhRvI/AAAAAAAAATY/vaIOxXZt8ds/s320/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286757683865667314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the "farewell" photo :) [Don't you just love my mushroom-like hair?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JcieGyrI/AAAAAAAAASY/s4unuL4dgEU/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5JcieGyrI/AAAAAAAAASY/s4unuL4dgEU/s320/Image128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286743767217785522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ... to bed I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8551915910610940156?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8551915910610940156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8551915910610940156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8551915910610940156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8551915910610940156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep-this-is-my-little-escapade-up-north.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SV5Lk1Nol2I/AAAAAAAAATA/-AtG7RFweC8/s72-c/DSC00424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4980741212261213051</id><published>2008-12-29T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:06:26.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following videos are just .. touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I really can identify with the lead character in the series. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcXnjR75oyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcXnjR75oyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcT7eijRbaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcT7eijRbaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPGz59Z0aUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPGz59Z0aUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAVhAITU2D8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAVhAITU2D8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Step:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF-hmhTiQ5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF-hmhTiQ5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4980741212261213051?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4980741212261213051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4980741212261213051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4980741212261213051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4980741212261213051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/following-videos-are-just.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2497503009608258376</id><published>2008-12-26T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:09:24.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall blog about my little escapade to Malaysia at some other favourable timing so, in the meantime ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Taken from some guy's post at www.sgforums.com. Kudos to them for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules for Male, Written by Female&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. The Female always makes The Rules.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       2. The Rules are subject to change at any time without prior                         notification.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       3. No Male can possibly know all The Rules.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       4. If the Female suspects the Male knows all The Rules, she must                         immediately change some or all of The Rules.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       5. The Female is never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       6. If the FEMALE is wrong, it is due to a misunderstanding which                         was a direct result of something the MALE did or said wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       7. (If Rule 6 applies, the Male must apologize immediately for                         causing the misunderstanding. )&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       8. The Female can change her mind at any given point in time.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       9. The Male must never change his mind without express written                         consent from the Female.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       10. The Female has every right to be angry or upset at any                         time.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       11. The Male must remain calm at all times, unless the Female Wants                         him to be angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       12. The Female must under no circumstances let the Male know                         whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       13. The Male is expected to mind read at all times.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       14. The Male who doesn't abide by The Rules, can't take the heat,                         lacks a backbone, and is a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       15. Any attempt to document The Rules could result in bodily                         harm.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       16. At no time can the Male make such comments as "Insignificant"                         and "Is that all?" when the Female is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       17. If the Female has PMS, all The Rules are null and void!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is the guy's side of the story. [Must be fair mah, right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Please Note: these rules are all numbered '1 '&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ON                         PURPOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal;"&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;1.   Men are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;                       You're a big girl. If it's up, put it                         down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We need it up, you need&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You don't hear                         us complaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Sunday sports: It's like the full moon or the changing of the                         tides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let it                         be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Crying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;Blackmail&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;                       Subtle hints do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;work!&lt;br /&gt;                       Strong hints do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;work!&lt;br /&gt;                       Obvious hints do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;work!&lt;br /&gt;                       Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Come to us with a problem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;if you want help solving it.                         That's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sympathy is what your                         girlfriends are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal;"&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       1. Anything we said 6 months ago, is inadmissible in an                         argument.&lt;br /&gt;                       In fact, all comments become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;VOID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7                         Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't ask                         us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant                         the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;other                         one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it                         done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT                         BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: normal;"&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it                         yourself.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Whenever possible,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;say whatever you have to                         say during commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       1. Christopher Columbus did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;need directions                         and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NEITHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;do we.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default                         settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, for example, is a&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;FRUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, not a                         colour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;is also a fruit.&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;We have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;idea what&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mauve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;is.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. If we ask what is wrong and you say 'nothing,' We will act like                         nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                       We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;you are lying,&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;but it is just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to,&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is                         fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;UNLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style=""&gt;you are prepared to discuss such topics as Soccer or                         Baseball&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. You have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. You have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;shoes.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;in shape. Round&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                         &lt;span style=""&gt;a shape!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2497503009608258376?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2497503009608258376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2497503009608258376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2497503009608258376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2497503009608258376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/should-blog-about-my-little-escapade-to.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3610642929591851721</id><published>2008-12-19T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:28:56.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jokediary.com ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there are any idiots in the room, will they please stand up," said the sarcastic teacher. After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then mister, why do you  consider yourself an idiot?" inquired the teacher with a  sneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, actually I don't," said the student, "but I hate to see  you standing up there all by yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3610642929591851721?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3610642929591851721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3610642929591851721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3610642929591851721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3610642929591851721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/jokediary.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5092392591792567535</id><published>2008-12-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:39:18.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SUUzPojCIoI/AAAAAAAAARI/1fQP53kqN5w/s1600-h/2697429950_9cc176970e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SUUzPojCIoI/AAAAAAAAARI/1fQP53kqN5w/s320/2697429950_9cc176970e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682481837187714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hindsight, the movie kinda gives off the "Save The Environment" vibe; half the time, they talk about humanity destroying the environment and we not doing anything to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; [God knows how many times have I heard this word too!] for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this isn't all science fiction either; in fact, the truth is also not that far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this movie is what I would classify as "money well spent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5092392591792567535?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5092392591792567535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5092392591792567535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5092392591792567535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5092392591792567535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-came-back-watching-this-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SUUzPojCIoI/AAAAAAAAARI/1fQP53kqN5w/s72-c/2697429950_9cc176970e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6098241617333419667</id><published>2008-12-12T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:06:12.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sgforums.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer pulls over a speeding car. The officer says, ' I                         clocked you at 80 miles per hour, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The driver says, 'Gee, officer I had it on cruise control at 60,                         perhaps your radar gun needs calibrating.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Not looking up from her knitting the wife says: 'Now don't be silly                         dear, you know that this car doesn't have cruise control.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        As the officer writes out the ticket, the driver looks over at his                         wife and growls, 'Can't you please keep your mouth shut for                         once?'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The wife smiles demurely and says, 'You should be thankful your                         radar detector went off when it did.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        As the officer makes out the second ticket for the illegal radar                         detector unit, the man glowers at his wife and says through                         clenched teeth, 'Dammit, woman, can't you keep your mouth                         shut?'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The officer frowns and says, 'And I notice that you're not wearing                         your seat belt, sir. That's an automatic $75 fine.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The driver says, 'Yeah, well, you see officer, I had it on, but                         took it off when you pulled me over so that I could get my license                         out of my back pocket.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The wife says, 'Now, dear, you know very well that you didn't have                         your seat belt on. You never wear your seat belt when you're                         driving.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        And as the police officer is writing out the third ticket the                         driver turns to his wife and barks, 'WHY DON'T YOU PLEASE SHUT                         UP??'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The officer looks over at the woman and asks, 'Does your husband                         always talk to you this way, Ma'am?'&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                        ...&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        'Only when he's been drinking.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6098241617333419667?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6098241617333419667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6098241617333419667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6098241617333419667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6098241617333419667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/www.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5511659277697875636</id><published>2008-12-11T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:22.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yet again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANOTHER LONG WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5511659277697875636?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5511659277697875636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5511659277697875636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5511659277697875636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5511659277697875636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4764585607565306834</id><published>2008-12-07T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:27:33.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was out with my parents to Suntec city earlier, I came across this sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STy9GrR9cKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DlYE49CRzKo/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STy9GrR9cKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DlYE49CRzKo/s320/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277300785766297762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are really that dumb, This sign means that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1,100 empty parking lots to our left.&lt;br /&gt;2) No parking space in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 parking lot to our right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO .. since the one to our right is the closest parking lot available, my dad turned right AND THEN .. we saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STy9HGfTWyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/dKoWc46pAGg/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STy9HGfTWyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/dKoWc46pAGg/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277300793070017314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&amp;amp;@%*&amp;amp;@(^(&amp;amp;*%^$&amp;amp;(*@^$%*&amp;amp;@%$*@&amp;amp;^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4764585607565306834?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4764585607565306834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4764585607565306834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4764585607565306834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4764585607565306834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-i-was-out-with-my-parents-to.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STy9GrR9cKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DlYE49CRzKo/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3240354779446831553</id><published>2008-12-06T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:06:16.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for all my friends in engineering school now .. :) [ www.sgforums.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take One&lt;br /&gt;                        Two Engineering students were walking across campus when one                         said,'Where did you get such a great bike? 'The second Engineer                         replied, 'Well, I was walking along the road yesterday minding my                         own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw                         the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, 'Take                         what you want. ''The second Engineer nodded approvingly, 'Good                         choice, the clothes probably wouldn't have fit.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Two&lt;br /&gt;                        To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the                         glass is half empty. To the Engineer, the glass is twice as big as                         it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Three&lt;br /&gt;                        What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil                         Engineers? Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers                         build targets.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Four&lt;br /&gt;                        The graduate with a Science degree asks, 'Why does it work?' The                         graduate with an Engineering degree asks, 'How does it work?' The                         graduate with an Accounting degree asks, 'How much will it cost?'                         The graduate with an Arts degree asks, 'Do you want fries with                         that?'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Five&lt;br /&gt;                        Three Engineering students were gathered together discussing the                         possible designers of the human body. One said, 'It was a                         Mechanical Engineer.' Just look at all the joints.' Another said,                         'No, it was an Electrical Engineer. The nervous system has many                         thousands of electrical connections. 'The last one said, 'Actually                         it must have been a Civil Engineer. Who else would run a toxic                         waste pipeline through a recreational area?'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Six&lt;br /&gt;                        Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix                         it.Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough                         features yet.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Seven&lt;br /&gt;                        An Architect, an Artist and an Engineer were discussing whether it                         was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The Architect                         said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for                         an enduring relationship. The Artist said he enjoyed time with his                         mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. The                         Engineer said, 'I like both.''Both?'Engineer: 'Yeah. If you have a                         wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time                         with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get some work                         done.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Eight&lt;br /&gt;                        An Engineer was crossing a road one-day when a frog called out to                         him and said, 'If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful                         princess.' He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his                         pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, 'If you kiss me and turn                         me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one                         week.' The Engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it                         and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, 'If you                         kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do                         ANYTHING you want.' Again the Engineer took the frog out, smiled at                         it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, 'What                         is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, and that                         I'll stay with you for a week and do ANYTHING you want. Why won't                         you kiss me?' The Engineer said, 'Look, I'm an Engineer. I don't                         have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's                         cool.'&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Nine&lt;br /&gt;                        Why do Engineers read Playboy? For the same reason the rest of us                         read National Geographic. To see places they never get to                         visit.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Understanding Engineers - Take Ten&lt;br /&gt;                        A Lawyer, a Theologist and an Engineer met in a Mexican bar and got                         drunk together. They woke up and found themselves in a jail. The                         Warden came and told them they were to be electrocuted for some                         obscene crime they have done while drunk. First up was the Lawyer,                         he was placed in an electric chair. The Warden threw the switch and                         nothing happened. Feeling that it was the will of God, the Warden                         let the Lawyer go. The Lawyer exclaimed that it is the Mexican                         justice system that has spared him. Next came the Theologist. Again                         the warden threw the switch and nothing happened. Again he was free                         to go. The Theologist thanked the Lord and exclaimed that God has                         imposed justice on him. When the Engineer was ready for the chair,                         he exclaimed to the Warden:' You can never electrocute anyone with                         the two live wires unconnected. 'YOU DUMB ASS!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3240354779446831553?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3240354779446831553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3240354779446831553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3240354779446831553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3240354779446831553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-for-all-my-friends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6319167615043949416</id><published>2008-12-06T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:09:36.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to myself - Never do exams/tests on a empty stomach and with 5 hours' worth of sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was rather O.o when I saw this guy [ who looks like in his 30s ] sit for the same SAT as with people that are 17,18,19,20 ++ years old. No pictures though, since electronic devices were prohibited in the exam itself but hey ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's a worthy winner of the lifelong learner award. [ And I really mean what i say. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6319167615043949416?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6319167615043949416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6319167615043949416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6319167615043949416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6319167615043949416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/note-to-myself-never-do-examstests-on.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2161976889105710254</id><published>2008-12-05T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:59:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays, when I try to blog .. I find that I don't have anything to type about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my life really that empty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2161976889105710254?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2161976889105710254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2161976889105710254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2161976889105710254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2161976889105710254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/nowadays-when-i-try-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7008145623437062333</id><published>2008-12-04T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:52:49.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And this is cute too ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBE_T-K8nhY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBE_T-K8nhY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7008145623437062333?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7008145623437062333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7008145623437062333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7008145623437062333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7008145623437062333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-this-is-cute-too.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-561713619961256809</id><published>2008-12-04T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:48:03.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r-n9TNZQ_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r-n9TNZQ_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-561713619961256809?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/561713619961256809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=561713619961256809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/561713619961256809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/561713619961256809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1792089438923560777</id><published>2008-12-04T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:38:15.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate it when my mind starts to think like, 19273189745891689 things at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1792089438923560777?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1792089438923560777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1792089438923560777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1792089438923560777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1792089438923560777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-hate-it-when-my-mind-starts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-9113515272492814291</id><published>2008-12-03T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:29:36.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've fallen in love with this phone all over again. [ peekture from sonyericsson.com, before I get sued like no tomorrow :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STapWx7QTxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CkAkvUlOQo/s1600-h/0706150007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STapWx7QTxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CkAkvUlOQo/s320/0706150007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275590222335201042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone don't know what to get me for Christmas, I've given a very big hint, yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The females in my life can skip this part - the gamer in me is waiting eagerly for this game to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8Tzhf265yY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8Tzhf265yY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like this MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcpzfYQi_IU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcpzfYQi_IU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this MV too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-9113515272492814291?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9113515272492814291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=9113515272492814291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/9113515272492814291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/9113515272492814291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-fallen-in-love-with-this-phone-all.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STapWx7QTxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CkAkvUlOQo/s72-c/0706150007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5563633077217784816</id><published>2008-12-02T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:20:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say that after a rather long weekend, the last thing I wanted to do was wear that No.4 and resume my days of being a NSF &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at a rather **** place &lt;/span&gt;[ needless to say, of course :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can foresee some burnt weekends coming soon ... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5563633077217784816?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5563633077217784816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5563633077217784816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5563633077217784816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5563633077217784816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-must-say-that-after-rather-long.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6492582749165801738</id><published>2008-11-28T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:29:46.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just some random photos from the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on Bus Service 63 [ which, coincidentally, passes by my house. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2TCJKBvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OKkzIN9CdIs/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2TCJKBvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OKkzIN9CdIs/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774864271542002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't really see the words, It says: I [ Heart ] Lance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Pastamania - Bugis Junction. while Cookie monster looks rather .. stoned, Elmo looks like he's going to eat the table instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2Spl5x2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TSsKgUgxLyc/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2Spl5x2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TSsKgUgxLyc/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774857681225570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just outside Bugis Junction. Cute little advertisement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2SeeCEYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QSN2e6h3W78/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2SeeCEYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QSN2e6h3W78/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774854695424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6492582749165801738?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6492582749165801738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6492582749165801738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6492582749165801738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6492582749165801738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-some-random-photos-from-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/STA2TCJKBvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OKkzIN9CdIs/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4456688464156581560</id><published>2008-11-26T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:46:07.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is quite .. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy's chat up lines:&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                      1. Did ya fart? 'Cos ya just blew me away!&lt;br /&gt;                      2. Are your parents retarded? 'Cos your special!&lt;br /&gt;                      3. My love for you is like diarrhoea. I just can’t hold it                         in!&lt;br /&gt;                      4. Is there a mirror in your knickers? 'Cos I can see myself in                         them!&lt;br /&gt;                      5. Your body reminds me of a spanner. Everytime I think of you my                         nuts tighten up!&lt;br /&gt;                      6. You might not be the best looking girl in here, but beauty is                         only a light switch away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An application for an online dating agency [ with rather hilarious results! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SS4z7W1377I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AwxDijC6dA4/s1600-h/wv24gh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SS4z7W1377I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AwxDijC6dA4/s320/wv24gh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273209308534271922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4456688464156581560?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4456688464156581560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4456688464156581560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4456688464156581560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4456688464156581560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SS4z7W1377I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AwxDijC6dA4/s72-c/wv24gh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6143066485444140291</id><published>2008-11-25T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:27:10.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really nice. Don't mind the world war 2 setting, this scene from the movie "downfall" [ which is about the final days of Hitler's life, if anyone's interested. ] touches on something closer to present times [ and our hearts as well. :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6143066485444140291?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6143066485444140291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6143066485444140291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6143066485444140291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6143066485444140291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-really-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3995651197687351533</id><published>2008-11-16T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:49:28.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qr-E47fI3mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qr-E47fI3mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bq3Xj0UAM58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bq3Xj0UAM58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the guy who posted this video says it's from japan, I think it's actually from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGlJ-MEep-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGlJ-MEep-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYTGdi1w-Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYTGdi1w-Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider carefully the following statement(s)  and the assignment below it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: "I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may-light, shade,           and perspective will always make it beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: "If there is one thing worse than beingan ugly duckling in a house of swans, it's having the                    swans pretend there's no difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment: &lt;/span&gt;Is it true that there are no ugly things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you guys can help, read this composition and tell me what you think works and which areas I can improve on. Thanks in advance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of the word; "ugly", I also think of the word; "beautiful". Indeed, life has taught me to look on the good side of the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in school, where I got to know of a girl by the name of Wei Ling. The first impression you would have of her was that she was the ugly duckling; she suffered from a skin condition where her skin would constantly peel off. Hence, she was always the center of all those unwanted gossip. But she never let it affect her; in fact, she would use it as motivation to outperform those naysayers. And outperform them, she did: her results, when compared to her more beautiful peers, was always the pride and joy of our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't end there. A alway-ready-to-help demeanor and a great level of maturity helped to make up for her looks. For example, having seen my poor command of mathematics, she would stay back after classes to coach me and ensure that I understood the lessons taught. Also, she could often been seen dispensing advice and lending a listening ear to those with problems. Lastly, her maturity was also a calming influence on our otherwise rowdy class and soon, she gained the trust, respect and admiration of those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I would very much agree that there is never an ugly thing; for if there is really one, It would be our insistence of labeling it as such and not looking at it in a positive way instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3995651197687351533?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3995651197687351533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3995651197687351533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3995651197687351533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3995651197687351533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/consider-carefully-following-statements.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1123934147873055174</id><published>2008-11-16T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:41:04.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at Funan [ the digital life mall! ][ And since when did they change slogans already? Wasn't it Funan - the IT mall or something like that!? ]  earlier to get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SR_pm3Oyw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szCPCSF_3s0/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SR_pm3Oyw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szCPCSF_3s0/s320/DSC00397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269186942917067586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, you might ask me why I'm posting this utterly random of a blog post about a 2.1 speaker system which nobody will give a **** about.  In fact, this has everything and anything to do with the change of blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, after hooking up all those what-have-you-nots needed for a successful interface between my lappie and said sound system, I was itching to put this thing through it's paces. So .. one song led to another and .. It came to this song [ which you guys should be hearing as you look through this post. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it brings back some .. memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song, It was back during my early days as a newly - minted driver of platoon 3, Mandai Hill Node/Camp. Back then, I was doing my driver orientation training with my Platoon warrant officer, Master Sergeant [ MSG ] Aaron Sham. It was on the road back from Changi Naval Base when he took out his W950I and played this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And straightaway, I fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple lyrics, the soft rock touch to this love song, even the way the guy [ Rico's his name, I think -.- ] sings it .. It really just wow-ed me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet .. for all the cute ways that resulted in me knowing this song, there's also this rather awkward memory I have of it. Well, some of you guys should know. For those who don't, I'll prefer to keep it this way. :) After all, I believe I should .. keep this somewhere close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .. the lyrics, once again, for those who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just why we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or random circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two roads intertwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if the universe conspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To meld our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuel and fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where ever you will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So too shall i be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dry your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'coz when nothing seems clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the sheer weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of your doubts and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weary heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember how we laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the most stupid things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like we were so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But love was all that we were on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though the world would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This unlikely union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why it still stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we will be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray and believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the light disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when this world's insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When nobody hears you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll scream with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything's unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the sheer weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of your doubts and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wounded heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the light disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when this world's insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When nobody hears you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll scream with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the long cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When no one understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put your heart in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1123934147873055174?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1123934147873055174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1123934147873055174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1123934147873055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1123934147873055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-at-funan-digital-life-mall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SR_pm3Oyw0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szCPCSF_3s0/s72-c/DSC00397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7599618857721299960</id><published>2008-11-15T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:19:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just so much simpler when all the big shots in your unit are overseas. No more of those stupid last - minute shit that needs to be done, no more boot - licking of said big shots [ by certain persons in the same unit that I don't wish to mention; they should know who they are, duh. -.- ], no more office politics, and lastly, no more of the insanely high standards that they demand from us [ I know they mean well but still, I can't help but feel that there's some ulterior motive in the works ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! How I wish for the MT [ Short form for Motor/Mechanised Transport ] line that I am a part of to remain like this forever. But well, fact is fact, and the fact is: those ideals can and will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Andy had his 20th birthday celebration today. I dread blogging about it all [ there's too many things to type about that I don't even know where to start! ] So I guess I will be a lazy pig and leave it at it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.11 AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really time for me to catch my 40 winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7599618857721299960?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7599618857721299960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7599618857721299960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7599618857721299960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7599618857721299960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-just-so-much-simpler-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5167506199427216920</id><published>2008-11-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:13:54.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHk2tUPM-LQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHk2tUPM-LQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5167506199427216920?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5167506199427216920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5167506199427216920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5167506199427216920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5167506199427216920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7996539520206328320</id><published>2008-11-11T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:34:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently undergoing one of the weirdest details in my driver life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7996539520206328320?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7996539520206328320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7996539520206328320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7996539520206328320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7996539520206328320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/currently-undergoing-one-of-weirdest.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4032637362308785396</id><published>2008-11-11T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:40:26.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in camp yesterday when I caught sight of this particular commercial. While I don't think anyone has uploaded it online, you guys should seen it before. It's the one where Mediacorp advertises about itself, with the highest ratings and further possible reach blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay with me but SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content, the appeal of both media .. it's just so different lah, like comparing between apples and oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder: IS it even a fair comparison at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-B52PV876I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-B52PV876I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQZJZRhm_3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQZJZRhm_3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is very exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smcqWxxZexs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smcqWxxZexs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0tDjJwtLh0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0tDjJwtLh0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to pity or laugh at that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0tDjJwtLh0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0tDjJwtLh0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8WI-o2I3vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8WI-o2I3vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys might take a while to understand the tagline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8HemfRVK8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8HemfRVK8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why one should stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VluovlIsMHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VluovlIsMHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bp4rEzf_8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bp4rEzf_8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you hear the last part [ the brand name, that is ], it's actually sounds like a vulgarity! [ in cantonese, that is. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4032637362308785396?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4032637362308785396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4032637362308785396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4032637362308785396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4032637362308785396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-in-camp-yesterday-when-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-6380726880289362850</id><published>2008-11-09T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:21:01.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet again, kudos to www.jokediary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an African Safari, the native guide was asked how to keep from being attacked by wild animals at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just carry a lighted torch.  " He suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does that really work?" the questioner persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It depends" said the guide, "On how fast you carry it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend's grandmother was taking a walk when a big tough guy walked by and ripped off her fake gold chain. As he run away with it she reacted ripping off his chain, which was made of real gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a friend are playing golf one day at their local golf course. One of the guys is about to chip onto the green when he sees a long funeral&lt;br /&gt;procession on the road next to the course. He stops in mid-swing, takes off his golf cap, closes his eyes, and bows down in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;His friend says: "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen.  You truly are a kind man.&lt;br /&gt;The man then replies: "Yeah, well we were married for 35 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very fast, he could get in 9 holes before he had to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn't hit the ball far, but plodded along consistently and didn't waste much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they reached the 9th fairway and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball, directly between his ball and the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, "You know, when I was your age I'd hit the ball right over that tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard, hit the ball up, right smack into the top of the tree trunk and it thudded back on the ground not a foot from where it had originally lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man offered one more comment, "Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only 3 feet tall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-6380726880289362850?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6380726880289362850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=6380726880289362850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6380726880289362850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/6380726880289362850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-again-kudos-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3802784813513960504</id><published>2008-11-09T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:07:57.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal vs Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3802784813513960504?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3802784813513960504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3802784813513960504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3802784813513960504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3802784813513960504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sooooooooooo-overjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3243023401445736240</id><published>2008-11-08T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:06:14.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the meaning of the word, "love" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3243023401445736240?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3243023401445736240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3243023401445736240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3243023401445736240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3243023401445736240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-someone-please-tell-me-this-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-378893766098352692</id><published>2008-11-08T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:43:35.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that my life is a mixture of these two movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SRVepRUexHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O19d1X9mrQc/s1600-h/Hancockposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SRVepRUexHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O19d1X9mrQc/s320/Hancockposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266219402396615794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SRVey538aUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cKeXG3FUZl4/s1600-h/PursuitOfHappynessMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SRVey538aUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cKeXG3FUZl4/s320/PursuitOfHappynessMoviePoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266219567901600066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why/how/where/when/what .. but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are some things that transcends the use of the English Language .. this has got to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-378893766098352692?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/378893766098352692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=378893766098352692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/378893766098352692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/378893766098352692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-that-my-life-is-mixture-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SRVepRUexHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O19d1X9mrQc/s72-c/Hancockposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4566144162634663262</id><published>2008-11-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:19:02.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My headphones just went through a routine wash in the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lucky part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4566144162634663262?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4566144162634663262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4566144162634663262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4566144162634663262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4566144162634663262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-headphones-just-went-through-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3466120950804373513</id><published>2008-11-06T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:45:59.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, since I can't really blog about my life in the SAF, I guess this videos will keep me [ and you guys ] entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is some crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK4-F_4EzwU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK4-F_4EzwU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this video is " The world's most amazing trick shot ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XTGBOKqccw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XTGBOKqccw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-la7gTQ3U1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-la7gTQ3U1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Mt2E1M6dU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3Mt2E1M6dU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDSf3Kshq1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDSf3Kshq1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not turning omgiseelance.blogspot.com into the next geographic channel, but hey, this is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xa0uxeHDgBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xa0uxeHDgBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FpwabaBPg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FpwabaBPg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vH3o2Q-YLPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vH3o2Q-YLPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3466120950804373513?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3466120950804373513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3466120950804373513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3466120950804373513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3466120950804373513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-since-i-cant-really-blog-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1781605308152802043</id><published>2008-11-02T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:22:07.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog song of has won my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1781605308152802043?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1781605308152802043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1781605308152802043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1781605308152802043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1781605308152802043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-blog-song-of-has-won-my-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-849602310797031143</id><published>2008-10-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:49:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I need to haul my ass back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sian .. really no life liao lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-849602310797031143?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/849602310797031143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=849602310797031143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/849602310797031143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/849602310797031143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrow-is-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1429511151874652831</id><published>2008-10-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:24:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just play along with this video. You will be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuNlNHtDLJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuNlNHtDLJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1429511151874652831?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1429511151874652831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1429511151874652831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1429511151874652831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1429511151874652831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-play-along-with-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-767749238030062941</id><published>2008-10-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:06:35.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll love to learn to park my 5 Ton in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGyRZLMUySM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGyRZLMUySM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKONvpafUPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKONvpafUPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-767749238030062941?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/767749238030062941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=767749238030062941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/767749238030062941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/767749238030062941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-love-to-learn-to-park-my-5-ton-in.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8789749770441759274</id><published>2008-10-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:54:55.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my friends has decided to become Love Guru for a day and post me this few jokes about Love and Marriage. So yeah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is holding hands in the street.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is holding arguments in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is cuddling on a sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is talking about having children.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is talking about getting away from children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet nothing in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv has no place in love.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a fight for remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is 'Don't you think you've had enough!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8789749770441759274?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8789749770441759274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8789749770441759274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8789749770441759274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8789749770441759274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-my-friends-has-decided-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3022467312335291571</id><published>2008-10-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:51:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MzkyMTA5"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MzkyMTA5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/absolutely-hilarious-indian-music-video.html"&gt;Absolutely Hilarious Indian Music Video&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Free Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3022467312335291571?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3022467312335291571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3022467312335291571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3022467312335291571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3022467312335291571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/absolutely-hilarious-indian-music-video.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8207971226925222647</id><published>2008-10-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:38:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For a spot of humor .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;六月.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- like to think too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- a bit sot at times also .. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;- rather bimbotic =P&lt;br /&gt;- Always with a smile [ at least, when I see her? Hahaha! ]&lt;br /&gt;- Quite religious also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4) The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Er .. Beancurd at Serangoon gardens? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5) The most memorable thing that he/she had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Er .. er ... errrrrrr ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;probably end up being a henpecked boyfriend. [ Wait, this sounds very wrong! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7) If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;to concentrate on the things that really matter to her and not worry about every single small detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;She did something very wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Er .. can I skip this question? =P I donno what to say, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cheerful, understanding .. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12) How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lame ass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13) The characteristics you love of yourself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The ability to look at the good of a person, no matter how F***ed up he/she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14) On the contrary, the characteristics you hate of yourself are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I procrastinate too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15) The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16) For people who care for and like you, say something to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS! [ And Girls also lah. =P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;17) Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ It's in random order, so don't think so much. LOL! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rain&lt;br /&gt;- Jolynn&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny&lt;br /&gt;- Joei&lt;br /&gt;- Andy&lt;br /&gt;- Sheen Li&lt;br /&gt;- Sheen Ee&lt;br /&gt;- Milk&lt;br /&gt;- Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;- Hua Liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;18) Who is no.6 having relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She's my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;19) Is no. 9 a male or female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;20) If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;22) What is no.2 studying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She's studying about children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;23) When is the last time you had a chat with no.3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That ... was some millenia ago. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;24) What kind of music band does no.8 like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He likes a wide range of music ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;25) Does no.1 have any siblings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, a tomboy. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;26) Will you woo no.3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;27) How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Also my niece lah! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;28) Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;I think he isn't ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;29) What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;30) What's the hobby for no.4?&lt;br /&gt;Eh .. Porn? HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;31) Does no.5 and 9 get along well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They don't know each other! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;32) Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;33) Say something casual about no.1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eh .. Dota freak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;34) Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;I could try .. and kill myself if I ever think of doing that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;35) Where does no.9 live at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;36) What colour does no.3 like?&lt;br /&gt;Should be black, but wait, that's not a color! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;37) Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;More like goddaugther and grandfather. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;38) Does no. 1 have any pets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;39) Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;I can think of better examples ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;40) What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Should be back in bunk .. doing .. something? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8207971226925222647?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8207971226925222647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8207971226925222647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8207971226925222647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8207971226925222647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-spot-of-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-2575458918792699859</id><published>2008-10-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:18:05.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't think much of my blog song when I first heard of it, BUT, now that I have the lyrics .. I must say: It's quite cheeky! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you, you're not the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one could look as good as you&lt;br /&gt;Mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, won't you pardon me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, I couldn't help see&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman&lt;br /&gt;That you look lovely as can be&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely just like me&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, stop a while&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, talk a while&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, gave your smile to me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, look my way&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby, be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey...okay&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it must be, okay&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go on home, it's late&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tomorrow night, but wait&lt;br /&gt;What do I see&lt;br /&gt;Is she walking back to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's walking back to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, Pretty woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if anyone is going to b**** [ I have kids reading my blog, LOL! ] about why I'm always listening to oldies .. DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a joke :) [ Warning: some sexual references. ][ From 1jokeaday.blogspot.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman had been dating for about a year, and their relationship was getting serious. The man proposed marriage, and she accepted. However, she told him that she wanted him to know that her chest was just like a baby's. He said that he loved her and that her measurements didn't matter to him. He told her that his penis was also like a baby's. She said that she loved him and that size didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the day of their wedding, all went well. That night, the happy couple checked into the honeymoon suite at a resort hotel. The blushing bride was in the bathroom putting on a sexy nightie. Her husband was in bed waiting. As she entered the bedroom, she reminded him of her confession about her chest being like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, honey," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her nightgown off, and her breasts were the smallest he had ever seen. He said that he was going to get undressed and reminded her of his confession about his penis being like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he took his pants off, the new bride said, "Good God Almighty. I thought you said your penis was like a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is," he said. "9 pounds and 21 inches long!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-2575458918792699859?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2575458918792699859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=2575458918792699859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2575458918792699859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/2575458918792699859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-think-much-of-my-blog-song-when.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3717335215103910489</id><published>2008-10-16T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:11:34.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.jokediary.com - Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for cookies and her mother told her, "No." The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Monica, we just have half of the aisles left to go through - don't be upset. It won't be long now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they came to the candy aisle and the little girl began to shout for candy. When told she couldn't have any, she began to cry. The mother said, "There, there, Monica, don't cry - only two more aisles to go and then we'll be checking out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the checkout stand, the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there'd be no gum purchased. The mother said serenely, "Monica, we'll be through this check out stand in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a nice nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her. "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Monica," he began. The mother replied, "I'm Monica - my little girl's name is Tammy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Greek and Italian were sitting in a Starbuck's one day discussing who had the superior culture. Over triple lattes the Greek guy says, "Well, we have the Parthenon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arching his eyebrows, the Italian replies, "We have the Coliseum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek retorts, "We Greeks gave birth to advanced mathematics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian, nodding agreement, says, "But we built the Roman empire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so on until the Greek comes up with what he thinks will end the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a flourish of finality he says, "We invented sex!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian replies, "That is true, but it was the Italians who introduced it to women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What does a woman say to a man who she has just had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. She can say whatever she wants... he's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind daters had really hit it off. At the end of the evening as they were beginning to undress each other in his apartment, the fellow said, "Before we go any further, Charlene, tell me if you have any special fetishes that I should know about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a matter of fact," said the girl, "I happen to have a foot fetish. But I suppose I'd settle for seven or eight inches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady came to the hospital to visit a friend. She had not been in a hospital for several years and felt very ignorant about all the new technology. A technician followed her onto the elevator, wheeling a large, intimidating looking machine with tubes and wires and dials. "Boy, would I hate to be hooked up to that thing," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So would I," replied the technician. "It's a floor-cleaning machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man calls the hospital. He shouts into the receiver, "You gotta send some help, and fast! My wife's going into labor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse says, "Calm down. Is this her first child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" he shouts back. "This is her husband!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl admitted under parental questioning that she was pregnant, but couldn't say who was responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right !" bellowed her Mother, "you march yourself to your room, and don't come out until you can give us a definite answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that nite her voice rang down the stairs. "Hey Mom, I think I have an idea now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should hope so !" the Mother responded. "The very idea that any daughter of mine could get pregnant, let alone not know the father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chill Mom." the girl said. "I got it narrowed down to the band or the football team!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady was standing at the railing of the cruise ship holding her hat on tight so that it would not blow off in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentleman approached her and said: "Pardon me, madam. I do not intend to be forward, but did you know that your dress is blowing up in this high wind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know," said the lady, "I need both hands to hold onto this hat." "But, madam, you must know that your privates are exposed!" said the gentleman in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked down, then back up at the man and replied, "Sir, anything you see down there is 85 years old. I just bought this hat yesterday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Amish woman and her daughter were riding in an old buggy one cold blustery day. The daughter said to her mother,"My hands are freezing cold." The mother replied, "Put them between your legs.Your body heat will warm them up." So the daughter did and her hands warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the daughter was riding with her boyfriend and he said "My hands are freezing cold." The girl replied, "Put them between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm them up." So he did and warmed his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day the boyfriend was again in the buggy with the daughter. He said "My nose is cold." The girl replied "Put it between my legs. The warmth of my body will warm it up." So he did and warmed his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the boyfriend was again driving with the daughter and he said, "My penis is frozen solid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day the daughter was driving in the buggy with her mother, and she says to her mother, "Have you ever heard of a penis?" Slightly concerned the mother said, "Why, yes. Why do you ask?" The daughter replies "Well they make one hell of a mess when they defrost, don't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy arrives at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted. St. Peter is reading through the Big Book to see if the guy's name is written in it. After several minutes, St. Peter closes the book, furrows his brow, and says, "I'm sorry, I don't see your name written in the Book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How current is your copy?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get a download every ten minutes," St. Peter replies, "why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was always the stubborn type. It was not until my death was immanent that I cried out to God, so my name probably hasn't arrived to your copy yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad to hear that," St. Peter says, "but while we're waiting for the update to come through, can tell me about a really good deed that you did in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys thinks for a moment and says, "Humm, well there was this one time when I was drivin' down a road and I saw a giant group of biker gang members harassing this poor girl. I slowed down, and sure enough, there they were, about 20 of 'em torturing this poor woman. Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy; 6-foot-6, 280 pounds, with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ears. As I walked up to the leader, the bikers formed a circle around me and told me to get lost or I'd be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I ripped the leader's chain out of his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, "Leave this poor innocent girl alone! You're all a bunch of SICK, deranged animals! Go home before I really teach you a lesson in PAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter, duly impressed, says "Wow! When did this happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About three minutes ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3717335215103910489?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3717335215103910489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3717335215103910489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3717335215103910489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3717335215103910489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/www.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3166374333575220175</id><published>2008-10-10T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:40:22.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sgforums.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body" id="post-body-8466723"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;Customer : Waiter, do you serve crabs?&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : Please sit down sir, we serve everyone.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : Waiter, is this a lamb chop or pork chop?&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : Can't you tell the difference by taste?&lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : No, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : Then does it really matter?&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;Customer : Waiter, there's a dead beetle in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : Yes sir, they are not very good swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : That's all right sir, he won't drink much.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : Waiter, there's a fly swimming in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : So what do you expect me to do, call a lifeguard?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : Waiter, what's the meaning of this fly in my tea                         up?&lt;br /&gt;                       Waiter : I wouldn't know sir, I'm a waiter, not a fortune                         teller.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Lady : Is this my train?&lt;br /&gt;                       Station Master : No, it belongs to the Railway Company.&lt;br /&gt;                       Lady : Don't try to be funny. I mean to ask if I can take&lt;br /&gt;                       This train to New Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;                       Station Master : No Madam, I'm afraid it's too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Teacher : Peter, why are you late for school again?&lt;br /&gt;                       Peter : Well, Miss, I dreamed that I was playing football and&lt;br /&gt;                       The game went into extra time.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Wife : Do you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;                       Husband : Sure, what are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;                       Wife : Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Delhi                         in&lt;br /&gt;                       Two days time?&lt;br /&gt;                       Post Master : Yes sir, it definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : I bet you, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;                       Post Master : Why not?&lt;br /&gt;                       Customer : It's addressed to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       An absent-minded man went to see a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;                       'My trouble is,' he said, 'that I keep forgetting things.'&lt;br /&gt;                       'How long has this been going on?' asked the psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;                       'How long has what been going on?' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       1st thief : Oh ! The police is here. Quick! Jump out of the                         window!&lt;br /&gt;                       2nd thief : But this is the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;                       1st thief : Hurry! This is no time for superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                       Man : How old is your father?&lt;br /&gt;                       Boy : As old as me.&lt;br /&gt;                       Man : How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;                       Boy : He became a father only when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Teacher : Correct the sentence, "A bull and a cow is grazing in                         the&lt;br /&gt;                       Field"&lt;br /&gt;                       Student : A cow and a bull is grazing in the field&lt;br /&gt;                       Teacher : How?&lt;br /&gt;                       Student : Ladies first.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       ***********&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Little Susie came running into the house after school one day,                         Shouting,&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       "Daddy! Daddy! I got a 100 in school today!"&lt;br /&gt;                       "That's great, Sweetheart," said her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;                       "Come in to the living room and tell me about it."&lt;br /&gt;                       "Well," began the confession, "I got 50 in spelling, 30 in math's                         and 20 in science."&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3166374333575220175?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3166374333575220175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3166374333575220175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3166374333575220175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3166374333575220175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/sgforums.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3548512017922598383</id><published>2008-10-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:24:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you're not careful. [ AND my hair is rather .. f***-ed up. -.- ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOzjfc3giPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iTNhq9Oboq0/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOzjfc3giPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iTNhq9Oboq0/s320/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254824994698987762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sequence of events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I was in urgent need of the toilet facilities.&lt;br /&gt;(2) I did not notice the floor being wet. [ Mom was moping the floor. ]&lt;br /&gt;(3) But the time I did realize (2), I was already gaining some frequent flyer mileage.  [ about ..  30cm? ^^ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I landed hard on my back/shoulder. Strangely, I felt no pain from there .. only that strain on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll end this with a quote from somebody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idle mind in me is thinking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how, when I'm covered from head to toe [ in that thick piece of uniform known the whole SAF - over as the No.4 ], that pesky mosquito can still manage to bite me like, 12387189561896237163 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is my blood type really that nice?&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't this guys have anything better to do? [ like, drowning themselves in the nearby lake!? ]&lt;br /&gt;3) How the f*** did I manage to sleep through all the biting!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you guys are here, please do drop by this website. It'll help to pass time and put a smile on your face, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.heppysalmon.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering what the commotion is all about .. this video will explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTFOGzvllQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTFOGzvllQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---                        &lt;br /&gt; www.sgforums.com - Jokes and Humor forum. Enjoy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body" id="post-body-8459224"&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Regrettably, more bad financial                         news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Following the problems in the sub-prime                         lending market in America and the run                         on       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;div class=""&gt;                         &lt;div&gt;                         &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Northern Rock in the UK , uncertainty has now                         hit Japan.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       In the last 7 days:&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origami Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has folded,&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumo Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gone belly up&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempura Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is in hot oil&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonsai Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; announced plans to                         cut some of its branches.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karaoke Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is up for sale and                         will likely go for a song&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       shares in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kamikaze Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were                         suspended after they nose-dived.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samurai Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are soldiering on                         following sharp cutbacks,&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninja Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are reported to have                         taken a hit, but they remain in the black.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       500 staff at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karate Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got the                         chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;                         Analysts report that there is something fishy going on at                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where it is feared                         that staff may get a raw deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3548512017922598383?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3548512017922598383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3548512017922598383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3548512017922598383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3548512017922598383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-what-happens-when-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOzjfc3giPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iTNhq9Oboq0/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7328799436157374364</id><published>2008-10-04T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:19:37.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOcnDZ5sFmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zpE4AyxyRxk/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOcnDZ5sFmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zpE4AyxyRxk/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253210429796914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how/where/what/why/when .. BUT ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two books will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7328799436157374364?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7328799436157374364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7328799436157374364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7328799436157374364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7328799436157374364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-dont-know-howwherewhatwhywhen.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SOcnDZ5sFmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zpE4AyxyRxk/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-761160467934621221</id><published>2008-09-29T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:41:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a random musing of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the The New Paper [ Either this, or the Straits Time. Can't remember -.- ] that a F1 driver loses an average of 4KG in a single race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder; with all the craze about weight loss for all those ladies out there ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in being one?  [ Seriously, I have yet to hear any beauty salon cutting off even 2KG on their 1st treatment, LOL! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will blog more .. sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my blog is a mess! -.-&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-761160467934621221?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/761160467934621221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=761160467934621221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/761160467934621221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/761160467934621221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-random-musing-of-mine-i-read-in.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5299601225612984294</id><published>2008-09-19T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:22:30.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposedly to be confined today with all my great friends in platoon 3, Mandai Hill node for "Not working together". [ Whatever that means. -.-" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, one can attribute it to luck or that guardian angel up there [ or whatever you deem fit to use! ] that such a last minute order to confine us all meant that there was no food indents and our brothers in SFI [ or Singapore Food Industries ][ Aka the cookhouse people. =P ] never liked last minute requests. So yeah, I am now at home, enjoying the comfort that one can find in civilian attire and .. blogging this post loh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the good - the bad also comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why .. basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm on outfield from this Sunday onwards to next week Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) After which, I will serve the above - mentioned confinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And on Sunday, I have driver duties to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so screwed, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very important day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SAT exam is on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me approximately ... 2 and a 1/2 months to brush up on my [ Obviously! ] inadequate standing with english and mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering why my blog song is 30 minutes [ from a girl group called T.a.T.u ], this will explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that, I guess life is .. still okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5299601225612984294?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5299601225612984294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5299601225612984294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5299601225612984294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5299601225612984294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-supposedly-to-be-confined-today.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8038096746228381927</id><published>2008-09-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:16:59.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well .. This is amazing. You don't have to understand the concepts behind 22 men chasing 1 ball to O.o at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ECR4PNa_iZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ECR4PNa_iZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8038096746228381927?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8038096746228381927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8038096746228381927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8038096746228381927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8038096746228381927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1890069148702626122</id><published>2008-09-16T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:04:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just killing some time here .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er .. Opps? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOqh-AG_zdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOqh-AG_zdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire the policeman's patience. [ The video's in Danish subtitles though -.- ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NYQpNwmjIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NYQpNwmjIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1890069148702626122?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1890069148702626122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1890069148702626122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1890069148702626122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1890069148702626122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-killing-some-time-here.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5123859128692673991</id><published>2008-09-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:40:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess the pictures says it all, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0gm_YnZ9I/AAAAAAAAALk/Im6c6uF1FUg/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0gm_YnZ9I/AAAAAAAAALk/Im6c6uF1FUg/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245884995178293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0ciawayXI/AAAAAAAAALM/s1sj02FYTcY/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0ciawayXI/AAAAAAAAALM/s1sj02FYTcY/s320/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245880518580029810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0deO6Yq9I/AAAAAAAAALc/5njOEFrsAX4/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0deO6Yq9I/AAAAAAAAALc/5njOEFrsAX4/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245881546192759762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - random - isations for the day: Here, my cousins get a bit too engrossed with the Xbox to notice that I'm pointing my W850I at them .. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my ass back to camp ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5123859128692673991?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5123859128692673991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5123859128692673991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5123859128692673991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5123859128692673991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-concluded-celebrations-of-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SM0gm_YnZ9I/AAAAAAAAALk/Im6c6uF1FUg/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8971383243005099822</id><published>2008-09-13T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:48:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it's not just my Mom who's birthday is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies and gentlemen, please rise and congratulate the other birthday girl .. Miss June! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8971383243005099822?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8971383243005099822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8971383243005099822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8971383243005099822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8971383243005099822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-its-not-just-my-mom-whos-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1971470201904993918</id><published>2008-09-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:36:12.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that diamonds are a woman's best friends .. so I might probably .. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1971470201904993918?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1971470201904993918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1971470201904993918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1971470201904993918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1971470201904993918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrow-is-my-moms-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5946481441221178742</id><published>2008-09-10T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:28:47.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uncle Lance needs to learn how to cook a proper meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 packets of maggi mee + 4 eggs is not very good for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys agree? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an angel watching over me. You'll probably be flushed red in embarrassment if I put your name on this so called " high profile " blog of mine. So yeah, I shall .. NOT. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT .. jokes aside, thanks for the advice and listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5946481441221178742?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5946481441221178742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5946481441221178742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5946481441221178742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5946481441221178742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/uncle-lance-needs-to-learn-how-to-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4587947865745124411</id><published>2008-09-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:56:55.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said I was going to sleep .. but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humor didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished I never had the itchy hands to touch my friend's PSP and listen .. to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those bittersweet memories ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days .. I kept asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did all this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I react the way I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was there anything that I could have done differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my friends keep telling me that it wasn't my fault, that I did the right thing for myself, that she deserved all of this for what she has done to me .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't help but start to feel a tinge of regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, She's the girl that I'm in love with ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I threw away every little thing about her in my house, in my heart, Those memories, so bittersweet they were .. and starting to haunt me, they are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that everything will be as simple as this song. But ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you i set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh ouuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh ouuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh ouuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4587947865745124411?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4587947865745124411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4587947865745124411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4587947865745124411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4587947865745124411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-said-i-was-going-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-794269658249881535</id><published>2008-09-06T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:02:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was going to update .. BUT ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really find anything to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pathetic, my life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor, humor, humor. I need the humor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a commercial. Very .. O.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crTCgkjX9K0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crTCgkjX9K0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokediary.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is in bed with his wife when there is a knock on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock -- it's half-past three in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not getting out of bed at this time", he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows. "Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife. So, he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. It didn't take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk. "Hi there," slurs the stranger, "Can you give me a push?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Get lost, it's half-past three. I was in bed," says the man and slams the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened and she says "Dave, that wasn't very nice of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby-sitter and you had to knock on that man's door to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the guy was drunk," says the husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter," says the wife. "He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and, not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts: "Hey, do you still want a push?" and he hears a voice cry out "Yeah please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, still being unable to see the stranger, he shouts: "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stranger replies: "I'm over here, on your swing set."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was real .. I'll take pity on the poor boat and crew. but since it's not, have a few laughs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i-b4uxqzYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i-b4uxqzYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. I always keep telling my friends that smoking is bad for health. But they don't always listen. Solution? Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQibBgF4LNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQibBgF4LNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's getting a bit too late, I shall end here. A rather cute commercial, this one ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGybYd_9KQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGybYd_9KQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-794269658249881535?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/794269658249881535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=794269658249881535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/794269658249881535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/794269658249881535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-going-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4955563721951114217</id><published>2008-08-31T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:40:01.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was rummaging through my friend's PSP when I chanced across this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it brought back all those memories ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种怪事 我开始全身不受控制&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种本事 我开始连自己都不是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你 我做了太多的傻事　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;第一件就是 为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 我学会弹琴写词 为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏所有情歌的句子 我忘了说 最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种怪事 你的笑容是唯一宗旨&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种本事 我在你心里什麽位子&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 我做了太多的傻事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;第一件就是 为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 我学会弹琴写词 为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏所有情歌的句子 我忘了说 最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 我学会弹琴写词 为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗 为你静止 为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏所有情歌的句子 我忘了说 最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;我什都能忘记 但唯一不忘是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我什都能忘记 但唯一不忘是你的样子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I had completely forgotten and thrown away everything and anything about you .. but no. It was just locked away in some hidden corner of my heart, just awaiting for something like this to trigger it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai .. ~ Now that I'm thinking of it, how on earth did we let such a small problem snowball to this "present state of affairs" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much for that highly proclaimed " perfect couple " theory ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  hard .. to be the perfect boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4955563721951114217?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4955563721951114217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4955563721951114217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4955563721951114217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4955563721951114217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-rummaging-through-my-friends-psp.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5570268466295521134</id><published>2008-08-30T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:56:34.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost count of the number of times I said this but I guess I say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really have a great bunch of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really .. thanks for standing by me. You guys .. sometimes, the things everyone has done for me .. leaves me at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself: When chasing after a girl, never ever be a stuntman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being a bachelor for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George had responded to a call from his attorney, insisting that they meet at once. He arrived at his lawyer's firm, and was ushered into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?" the lawyer asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if those are my choices, I guess I'll take the bad news first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the bad news?" George was stunned? "If you call that bad, I can't wait to hear the terrible news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The terrible news is that it's of you and your secretary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor had just bought a villa on the French Riviera, when met an old lawyer friend whom he hadn't seen in years, and they started talking. The lawyer, as it turned out, owned a nearby villa. They discussed how they came to retire to the Riviera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that lousy office complex I bought?" asked the lawyer, "Well, it caught fire, and I retired here with the fire insurance proceeds. What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replied, "Remember that real estate I had in Mississippi? Well, the river overflowed, and here I am with the flood insurance proceeds. It's amazing that we both ended up here in pretty much the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sure is," the lawyer replied, looking puzzled, "but I'm confused about one thing - how do you start a flood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prominent lawyer's son dreamed of following in his father's footsteps. After graduating from college and law school with honors, he returned home to join his father's firm, intent on proving himself to be a skilled and worthy attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of his first day at work he rushed into his father's office, and said, "Father, father! The Smith case, that you always said would go on forever -- the one you have been toiling on for ten years -- in one single day, I settled that case and saved the client a fortune!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father frowned, and scolded his son, "I did not say that it would go on forever, son. I said that it could go on forever. When you saw me toiling on that case for days and weeks at a time, didn't it ever occur to you that I was billing by the hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer stood at the gate to Heaven. St. Peter was patiently explaining that the man's sins were far too many and serious to allow for admission into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, surely you don't deny that you routinely overcharged your clients. That you cheated on your wife with your law clerks and associates -- and that you used your position as a partner to pressure those clerks and associates into becoming involved with you. Surely you don't deny that you deliberately took false positions in court in order to win cases, where any sense of ethics would have caused you to settle. And there's so much more here, why surely...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer interrupted, "Yes, yes, I know all of that. But I've done some charity in my life as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter looked in his book and noted,"Yes, I see. Once you gave a dime to a panhandler and once you gave an extra nickel to the shoeshine boy, correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer looked smug. He replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the angel next to him and said, "Give this guy 15 cents and tell him to go to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5570268466295521134?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5570268466295521134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5570268466295521134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5570268466295521134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5570268466295521134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-lost-count-of-number-of-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-8255011735023788461</id><published>2008-08-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:58:02.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have done something that is very wrong in nature to someone .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should just kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-8255011735023788461?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8255011735023788461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=8255011735023788461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8255011735023788461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/8255011735023788461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-done-something-that-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7354011519687000306</id><published>2008-08-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:10:15.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes, this is dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SK7a-MiF3_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6kiE3TdqF4Y/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SK7a-MiF3_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6kiE3TdqF4Y/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237364178729426930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow promises to be yet another weekend that I will spend in the interior of a military vehicle. It's a good thing that my oh - so - kind superiors have given me a Off pass for the following monday BUT ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I do when about 99.9999999% of my friends are either in school/work/camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. If there's ever a reason as to why people tend to label SAF personnel as " no - lifers ", this has got to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any nice blogskins to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to tell you guys why I need one hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is actually a cutscene from a game titled " Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns Of The Patriots "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two reasons as to why I posted this video though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's more then your regular action movie thing. [ Watch more to find out! =D ]&lt;br /&gt;2) The way the female character in this video [ Meryl Sliverburgh ] says the word " asshole " [ at 2:31 ] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually reminds me of someone .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gascSNQeAgA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gascSNQeAgA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7354011519687000306?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7354011519687000306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7354011519687000306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7354011519687000306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7354011519687000306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-yes-this-is-dinner-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SK7a-MiF3_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6kiE3TdqF4Y/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-7728621586726214958</id><published>2008-08-19T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:20:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody said that Black = Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lor. So it's white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SKrPQBsoTmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KcleaGrlsnY/s1600-h/2ppiwyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SKrPQBsoTmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KcleaGrlsnY/s320/2ppiwyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236225391012105826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't anything new but I must say, this is a very ZAI commercial ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JguuSoSw60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JguuSoSw60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sgforums.com =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married woman is having an affair. Whenever her lover comes over, she puts her nine year old son in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the woman hears a car in the driveway and puts her lover in the closet, as well. Inside the closet, the little boy says, "It's dark in here, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is," the man replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna buy a baseball?" the little boy asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks," the man replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you do want to buy a baseball," the little extortionist continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK. How much?" the man replies after considering the position he is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty-five dollars," the little boy replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS?!" the man repeats incredulously, but complies to protect his hidden position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, the lover is visiting the woman again when she hears a car in the driveway and, again, places her lover in the closet with her little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's dark in here, isn't it?" the boy starts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is," replies the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna buy a baseball glove?" the little boy asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK. How much?" the hiding lover responds, acknowledging his disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty dollars," the boy replies and the transaction is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend, the little boy's father says "Hey, son. Go get your ball and glove and we'll play some catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. I sold them," replies the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much did you get for them?" asks the father, expecting to hear the profit in terms of lizards and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventy-five dollars," the little boy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS?! That's thievery! I'm taking you to the church right now. You must confess your sin and ask for forgiveness," the father explains as he hauls the child away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the church, the little boy goes into the confessional, draws the curtain, sits down, and says "It's dark in here, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you start that shit in here, you bastard!" the priest says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-7728621586726214958?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7728621586726214958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=7728621586726214958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7728621586726214958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/7728621586726214958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/somebody-said-that-black-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Nb2M22J9Oc/SKrPQBsoTmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KcleaGrlsnY/s72-c/2ppiwyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-21047770028020118</id><published>2008-08-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:21:15.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Platoon 3 of 6 Division CMTL [ basically means my unit. =P ], there are only 2 kinds of drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them asks: " Do I have any details tomorrow? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other asks: " What detail am I on tomorrow? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's just coincidence or a sign from the gods, I always hear this song on the radio while I'm driving. So without much to type about, May I present the song " Starlight " from that band called Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Lyrics ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;The ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight&lt;br /&gt;I will be chasing the starlight&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;You electrify my life&lt;br /&gt;Let's conspire to ignite&lt;br /&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promised not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;The ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promise not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes Galore. [ from www.jokediary.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was eating breakfast one morning and got to thinking about things. "Mommy, mommy, why has daddy got so few hairs on his head?" he asked his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He thinks a lot," replied his mother, pleased with herself for coming up with a good answer to her husband's baldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or she was until Johnny thought for a second and asked, "So why do you have so much hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children fell to discussing the dog's duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said another, "he's just for good luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dog," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was visiting a friend in the hospital. He had recently quit smoking and was chewing on an unlit cigar when he got on the elevator. A woman on the elevator said to him with a snarl, "Sir! There's no smoking in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not smoking lady." replied Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you have a cigar in your mouth!" the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady," Bill answered, "I've got on Jockey shorts, too, but I'm not riding a horse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan was seconds away from receiving a vasectomy when his brother and sister-in-law barged in holding their newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop! You can't do this!" exclaimed the brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why not?" asked Stan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you want to have a beautiful baby someday? Like my wife and I have here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother grew impatient, "C'mon Stan, I want a nephew. Stan, make me an uncle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan couldn't take it anymore. He gave his sister-in-law an apologetic look and asked his brother, "You're sure you want a nephew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the brother replied. "It would be an honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well congratulations, you're holding him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk stumbles along a Baptismal service on a Sunday afternoon down by the river. He proceeds to stumble down into the water and stands next to the Minister. The Minister turns, notices the old drunk and says, "Mister, are you ready to find Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk looks back and says, "Yes sir, I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister then dunks the fellow under the water and pulls him right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you found Jesus?" the Minister asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't!" said the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister then dunks him under for a quite a bit longer, brings him up and says, "Now brother, have you found Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I did not!" said the drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted, the Minister holds the man under for at least 30 seconds this time, brings him up and demands, "For the grace of God, have you found Jesus yet?!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old drunk wipes his eyes and pleads, "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus Broon of Glasgow comes to the little lady of the house exclaiming, "Maggie, cud ya be sewin on a wee button that's come off of me fly? I canna button me pants. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Angus ... I've got me hands in the dishpan, go up the stairs and see if Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ya with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later there's a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of yelling and the sound of a body falling doon the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back in the door with a blackend eye and a bloody nose comes Angus. The little lady looks at him and says, "My god, what happened to ya? Did you ask her like I told you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye," says Angus. "I asked her to sew on the wee button an she did. Everything was goin fine but when she bent doon to bite off the wee thread, Mr. MacDonald walked in... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three women who's husband's had all died on the same day, and the same hospital. All three of the wife's met each other, and starting talking about what they were going to do with their husband. All three of them said that their husbands were going to be cremated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third wife asks the first where she's going to put her husbands ashes. The first replys "I'm going to go skydiving one last time, and then dump all of his ashes all over the place. That was the one thing that reminds me the most of him, so I'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first asks the second where she's going to put her husbands ashes. The second tells them "Well, there's this one lake where we used to always go and fish there for many hours at a time. Yes, I think that would be the best place for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second wife asks the third the same question as the other two. The third answers "What I'm going to do is this: I'm going to make a great big bowl of chili, with everything in it that he and I used to always eat, put the best and most expensive of everything though this time. And I'm going to put his ashes in it, and then eat it, so that he can tear my ass up one more time before he is totally out of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-21047770028020118?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/21047770028020118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=21047770028020118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/21047770028020118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/21047770028020118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-platoon-3-of-6-division-cmtl.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1873694340859522400</id><published>2008-08-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:38:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long story short: I feel like a fool. As to what/where/when/why, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sad stories aside .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9c28A46C9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9c28A46C9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1873694340859522400?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1873694340859522400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1873694340859522400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1873694340859522400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1873694340859522400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-story-short-i-feel-like-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1408126980436935434</id><published>2008-08-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:47:54.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being rather random [ as per normal =D ] here so I guess I will relate in this blog a very short story of a certain thing that happened on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain friend of mine [ no need to mention names lest she get ridden by "self - guilt " =XX ] decided to intro me a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong in that hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, before I even saw who she was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FAIR&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather " ... " hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could understand if I was either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not handsome enough.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not Muscular enough.&lt;br /&gt;3) Not Rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;4) Something that repels the opposite species away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not fair enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT THE FISH LAH. =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a LOL moment, Don't you agree? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1408126980436935434?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1408126980436935434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1408126980436935434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1408126980436935434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1408126980436935434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-rather-random-as-per-normal-d.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-4511716148923253837</id><published>2008-08-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:05:00.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To that potential joker who is thinking about ruining this particular weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't try it. Unless you have a certain wish of a 5 - ton up your ass by yours truthly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-4511716148923253837?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4511716148923253837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=4511716148923253837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4511716148923253837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/4511716148923253837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-that-potential-joker-who-is-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-3221465740433564479</id><published>2008-08-07T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:02:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my hands are flying all over the keyboard to do up this quiet expression of a blog post, my attention is more towards my hands itself then on this often - unwritten and oh - so - simple combination of mental and physical energy to take it's place on one of the many pages of this virtual diary that is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering why, that is because these same hands are now a mass of dead skin cells. It's not exactly a very pretty sight so one will most likely lose their digestive system [ and then some ] should I decide to post up a picture. And it's not just my hands but my feet that is infected as well. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a visit to my camp's medical officer will pretty much be the order of the day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little phrase has been going round my head for the past few hours so I guess that makes it of some mention on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People sleep peacefully while rough men stand ready to do violence on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3pMBPFUPFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3pMBPFUPFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-3221465740433564479?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3221465740433564479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=3221465740433564479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3221465740433564479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/3221465740433564479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-my-hands-are-flying-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-1638060719328709098</id><published>2008-08-03T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:25:11.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a little bit of humor ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwsG1VssjXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwsG1VssjXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OobrfR125uc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OobrfR125uc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8y-H6onUsQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8y-H6onUsQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more cute then funny. Featuring our very own "Uniquely Singapore" Creative ZEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DLXC9wwKbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DLXC9wwKbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA8NykTp0fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA8NykTp0fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this probably one of the most incredible videos I have ever seen. [ Or maybe It's been edited? Ditto. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/djjBx93bLP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/djjBx93bLP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the newswoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnD6Xpja_LE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnD6Xpja_LE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-1638060719328709098?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1638060719328709098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=1638060719328709098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1638060719328709098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/1638060719328709098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-little-bit-of-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17398800.post-5041577754250775356</id><published>2008-08-03T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:03:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lao Pei checking into hospital now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let this be nothing but a very bad idea of a prank paid by that guy up there .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17398800-5041577754250775356?l=onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5041577754250775356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17398800&amp;postID=5041577754250775356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5041577754250775356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17398800/posts/default/5041577754250775356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesliceoflanceplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/lao-pei-checking-into-hospital-now.html' title=''/><author><name>L a n c E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835336508719691732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y233/lance_han/takumi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
