<?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-37048747</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:26:42.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it can be hugs time now pleez</title><subtitle type='html'>We tell you how the world should be. How come what you are doing now is going to get you what you have always gotten, and why you should listen to our advice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-6705933744871561282</id><published>2007-07-07T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:06:33.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to medical complications, i had not been able to participate in the marching contingent of the Chief Armour Officer Change of Command Parade held at Gedong on fri. however, as how the saf usually works, i still went in full gear and sat there waiting for everything to be over. 12 bloody hours spent in a cold LT with poor lighting (due to the pple inside dimming the lights to improve sleeping conditions) makes me an active troublemaker. after some scouting around, i confirmed my suspicion that army intelligence was simply the best oxymoron anyone had ever and could ever come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do i support my stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign on the door of important rooms with restricted access.&lt;br /&gt;"Out of bound to all rank except on offical duty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool spelling and grammar dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PASTED&lt;/span&gt; on the wall of the LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reminders:&lt;br /&gt;The users of the Lecture Theatre 1 are to ensure the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Littering is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not bring up the side table of the seat unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;3. No muddy or dirty boots are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not nail and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PASTE&lt;/span&gt; any materials on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By order RSM Signal Project Section"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irregardless&lt;/span&gt; (a word that is most probably also invented by the army. totally contradictory. double negatives?!) of all these, i do admit that sometimes the army does leave people in awe of its prowess. i for one keep getting the shit awed out of me whenever there's an armour parade. and i guess that's my only motivation to serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-6705933744871561282?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/6705933744871561282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=6705933744871561282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/6705933744871561282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/6705933744871561282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/07/due-to-medical-complications-i-had-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-7922388921868384889</id><published>2007-04-21T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:03:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont tell me your sad story</title><content type='html'>Sup folks. Here's another healthy dose of Army Lessons from your author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only have 2 spare hp batteries to last you for a week, but you still have to report for girlfriend duty everynight on the phone and at the same time throw insults via sms to the faggy retards that you call friends? And WHAT? ur girlfriend wont stop whining on the phone about that broken toe nail she got when she accidentally kicked the door frame hence depriving you of precious battery power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not. You have a couple of options. Tell her that she is stupid enough if she kicks the door frame and place ur hp faraway frm ur ears as she slams the phone on you, or you can do it the Army way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf: "My toe nail broke when i accidentally kicked the door frame today *whiny tone*"&lt;br /&gt;you: "Oh dear. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dont tell me ur sad story&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have to place ur hp faraway from ur ears, but at least you can blame ur commanders for imparting that phrase to you. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we usually use it in the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: Why are u all late?&lt;br /&gt;Soldier: Cause we need to clear our bunk's rubbish and...&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: *cutting in impatiently* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dont tell me ur sad story lah&lt;/span&gt;. Whole lot knock it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what's the point in asking us for the reason if he's not interested in the first place? Oh yes, in case you were wondering, you should just buy enough spare batteries to last you at least two weeks in camp. Or just bring a charger lah, just dont get caught or I will not listen to ur sad story dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-7922388921868384889?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/7922388921868384889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=7922388921868384889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/7922388921868384889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/7922388921868384889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-tell-me-your-sad-story.html' title='Dont tell me your sad story'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-6976820133787246887</id><published>2007-04-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:18:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>Unit life is damn slack. But that is because we havent gone to the outfield trainings yet. So, a few hours of extra sleep here and there everyday doesnt hurt does it? But of course basic discipline still applies and we're still fked when we try to smoke our way thru things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from our usual weapons training, I've been picking up alot of things about life from our commanders in camp. And my platoon mates are equally educational in their daily conversations. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander (who had been enlightening us on the need to understand how our weapon works instead of memorising the facts by heart): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason why it's so important for you to know, is because it's important!", all the while maintaining a matter-of-factly expression on his face. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a lesson on detecting faults in our weapons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant; "What's the sequence of actions to detect faults?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier: "First, check the last 2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ejaculated&lt;/span&gt; rounts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone around the table bursts into uncontrollable laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer was to check the last 2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ejected&lt;/span&gt; rounds. Gratz to the poor soldier. I wonder what he spends his free time doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our commanders also have many lessons about life to teach us, often in an indirect way. One such lesson was on the virtue of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "Wait lah! Be patient lah! Even f**k also need to take off clothes first right!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i end this week's post on education in the army. And head back to camp to report for guard duty. dammit. And Randy, its ok we sit inside the tanks actually. and they are not really tanks. they are Bionix. Made in singapore ok! Advice to you. dont drink too much sea water, it will give u hypertension. =D cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-6976820133787246887?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/6976820133787246887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=6976820133787246887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/6976820133787246887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/6976820133787246887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-4599022123215630912</id><published>2007-04-07T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:15:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>hello, i am blogging from my bunk in OCS, and for everyone who still remembers my personal blog address, im re-updating that blog too during my free time in OCS! which means you can probably expect updates something on the order of 2 times every 3 months. wonder how my dear co-author is surviving in his armor regiment. here's a tip to u shifu, if u want to continue surviving, don't run in front of a moving tank. the tank will squish u. really. and you don't respawn in 30 or 40 seconds after waiting in limbo. neither will you be revived by weird medics running around shooting their teammates in the head so they can revive them and level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in unit right now is telling me their life is damn slack, well, i have a damn long way more to go before my life becomes slack, if it does become slack at all. i miss my friends, and i miss that special someone. you know who you are! or maybe not, because i don't think wow characters are self-aware yet. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sense of humour is depreciating by the day, by the end of OCS, i will be this completely serious person who won't understand humour and will only laugh when people kick kittens or something. god forbid. kittens are just so cute. it is hugz time now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-4599022123215630912?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/4599022123215630912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=4599022123215630912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4599022123215630912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4599022123215630912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/04/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-805060624782760014</id><published>2007-03-31T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:57:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On pragmatism.</title><content type='html'>While randy is having fun in OCS [aka Often Commit Suicide] with some of our friends, and while the others are enjoying themselves in SISPEC [aka Suffer In Silence Plus Extra Confinement], your author here had been posted to 41SAR [aka Suckthumb and Run] - 41st Bn Singapore Armoured Regiment to be an AI trooper. "Let's waste time, chasing tanks, around our land." excerpt from Chasing Tanks by Slow Petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to track. Have you ever noticed that there are many ways to do a certain thing and its almost nearly always impossible to tell which way is the correct one? Take for example, studying. Realise that some people like to mug 24/7, some mug last minute, some mug on weekends, some mug in school, some mug at home. So many ways, and most of which work. So this proves that it doesnt matter how u do sth, as long as u do it well and do it right in the end at the same time enjoy doing so. That's pragmatism for u folks. So do what pleases you, for after all it's ur life and u better jolly well make sure u live it ur way. Because everybody dies in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-805060624782760014?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/805060624782760014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=805060624782760014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/805060624782760014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/805060624782760014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-pragmatism.html' title='On pragmatism.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-1269596458506051937</id><published>2007-03-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:13:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block leave</title><content type='html'>Your friendly author here has finally decided to get off his lazy butt and write an update for this blog which no 1 probably reads anymore! It's okay, we all do crazy things now and then. In fact, we probably do crazy things all the time and no 1 notices because they do it too, and nobody is ever conscious of the fact that they're crazy. for example, 22 grown men getting paid millions a week to chase a ball around on a field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, down to business. first, yours truly and my co-author are no longer the lowest lifeforms in green uniforms. we are now the SECOND lowest lifeforms, which is a decent improvement. we are now supposed to be on leave, but we forgot to update for so long that we are now going back into the army after our leave is over. yours truly is off to start his career as a naval officer trainee, while our dear friend is off to be an armored infantry trooper! all the best to him, hopefully the tank doesn't squish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had the best night's sleep in quite a while. i credit it to my spleen, because i have no idea what it does and it rarely gets any credit anyway. i am now full of energy and unable to sleep so i'll die tmr reporting to SAFTI MI, WARRIORS' HALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are bugging me to get off the com though, and i have 0 creativity left in my brain processes after surviving 3 months on the "YOU DO WHAT I SAY" environment of tekong, so byebye for now, hope im funnier another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-1269596458506051937?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/1269596458506051937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=1269596458506051937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/1269596458506051937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/1269596458506051937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/03/block-leave.html' title='block leave'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-4400953844228755390</id><published>2007-02-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:24:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone: I'm hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;*pause* &lt;br /&gt;What did i eat for lunch? &lt;br /&gt;*pause pause* &lt;br /&gt;*looks up to think* &lt;br /&gt;OH i didnt eat anything. &lt;br /&gt;*as i start to look amused* &lt;br /&gt;Actually i ate vege. Chinese salad lorr.&lt;br /&gt;*after some intense exchanges about chinese salads*&lt;br /&gt;Oh i had 2 fish too! my grandfather cooked fish... and they were fishy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we can all see, Fish are fishy, and eating vege and fish means not eating anything. Will that someone please not read the above quotes and at the same time also not kill me. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army is the way of life. Dont believe me? ask britney. she shaved her head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-4400953844228755390?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/4400953844228755390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=4400953844228755390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4400953844228755390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4400953844228755390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/02/someone-im-hungry-pause-what-did-i-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-5321461807467998936</id><published>2007-02-19T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:56:59.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compulsion</title><content type='html'>after reading through our blog, i realize that sometimes my titles have no relation to the stuff inside the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the moment of irrelevance there. what i am actually here to blog about is the new, ingenious ways the army has come up with to make you do PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SMS game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take any phrase. for us we got the phrase "Passing Out Parade is in one month". then, do one pushup for A, one for B, one for C, until P, because P is the first letter you need to spell the phrase. then one pushup for A, the second letter in the phrase. Then one for A, one for B, one for C, one for D until S, the next letter in the phrase, and so on. Creative cruelty at its finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be varied by making people do a certain number of pushups, say twenty. and you do a pushup for o, a pushup for n, a pushup for e, a pushup for one, and so on until twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dips game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming everyone knows what a dip is, and how tiring it is to hold a dip in position, if you don't know what a dip is, I suggest you ask any canoeist that you may know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you have about 20 recruits holding the dip position, and your officer says, "I want all of you to spell out your JC/poly/uni name!" so while we are all holding the dip position, the first guy starts, and we only recover when the last guy ends. amazing how many people dont know how to spell junior college. variations of this can be tried, like "I want all of you to spell diarrhoea, BACKWARDS". also, any mistake in the spelling means you get to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stand by bed/area game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still firmly convinced that a stand by bed/area is nothing more then an excuse for the commanders to make you do some PT. there is a standard template for how each bunk and cupboard and the area should look like, and a stand by area means your cupboard is closed, they just want to inspect the cleanliness of the bunk area, and a stand by bed means you open your cupboard for them to check the inside as well. any mistake, depending on your commander, you get some kind of punishment, ranging from 5 pushups to 15 pushups with 15 crunches. and there is always some kind of mistake, ranging from wrong shoe arrangement to unpolished boots to dust on the joints of the cupboard or stains on the window or a bird flying into your bunk when all of you are standing outside and shitting on the floor (no joke, true story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm really tired now, so byebyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i leave, i need to comment on the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Posted on 12th February 2007, 23:50" class="name"&gt;nikia&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="message"&gt;hi im scared 2 hug my boyfreind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Posted on 17th February 2007, 09:01" class="name"&gt;shifu&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="message"&gt;its ok. u can hug randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi nikia, I accept hugs only if you're a girl, goodlooking, and know how to spell. you fail the third criteria, but I'm still willing to give you a chance and accept hugs still if your second attribute is overwhelmingly outstanding. don't ever say that i'm an unreasonable person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my dear co-author, i am not in need of any advertising right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Posted on 12th February 2007, 23:50" class="name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-5321461807467998936?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/5321461807467998936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=5321461807467998936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/5321461807467998936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/5321461807467998936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/02/compulsion.html' title='compulsion'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-2463853667942535554</id><published>2007-02-17T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:12:29.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it. Yours truly has had enough of army commanders repeating their overly recycled insults. For the past 9 weeks, I've listened to the same insults like "Fuck you understand?" fly around, with no attempt at making creative enhancements to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying "FUCK U UNDERSTAND?" everytime they raised their middle fingers, commanders should try the following line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="style9"&gt;You are the reason God created the middle finger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who just wont keep their mouth shut despite polite warnings:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;I don't mind that you are talking as long as you don't mind that I'm not listening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he still wont shut up, jz carry on whatever you are doing. When he finally shuts his trap, turn ur head towards him slowly and say: "you were saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the dumbass who always screws up whatever instructions given to him:&lt;br /&gt;(when he is looking lost and in despair) "What's on your mind? *dramatic pause of several seconds* oh wait, i forgot you don't have one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he says "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;You slap your forehead and go: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;WTF. You are so stupid, you'd trip over a cordless phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;Whoever said that a man of few words was a man of action definitely missed out on the keypoint. A man of few words is one who spoke his mind, but didnt have much of it to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The author claims no responsibility for any harm incurred by individuals who decide to use the above mentioned insults. If your target of insult is too dumb to understand the insults, please, refer them to me. I will start a clinic to cure stupidity. There's no cure really, but they just don't get it do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la ok la, don't worry, if ure reading this blog, ure not stupid. However, if u believed the statement i jz made, ure damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you &lt;strike&gt;decide not to&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;forget to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt; do your homework, try this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;student: "Ma'am, would you ever punish someone for something he didnt do?"&lt;br /&gt;if ure lucky, she'll pretend to be all righteous and say "of course not!"&lt;br /&gt;that's when u tell her the truth "Ma'am, I didnt do the maths assignment that's due today"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-2463853667942535554?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/2463853667942535554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=2463853667942535554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/2463853667942535554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/2463853667942535554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-8572989236076539428</id><published>2007-02-04T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:36:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of thinkers, leaders and pioneers.</title><content type='html'>Somehow, from our records, people get to this blog by searching for weird things like "field camp powder bath photos". In case any of the upper authorities read this, we love the army. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the A level's was the last examination that i would have to take before my NS life is over. I was bloody wrong. In meritocratic singapore, those who display potential to become commanders ie to say sergeants and sirs in the SAF (which pratically includes all the poly and jc students), there is such a thing called the Sit test, used to assess whether we are suitable to become a commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lasts for 3 days 2 nights and in an ideal situation, the following occurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: "Ok whole lot on ur butts down!"&lt;br /&gt;SitTestCohort: "SCHOOL 1!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- --- --- 3 DAYS LATER --- --- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir: "Congratulations on making it to the end of this test. The last part of the test requires you to stand up within a given time frame of 20 seconds. ON UR FEETS UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SitTestCohort: "SCHOOL 1!" (half of them fail to stand up and another quarter fall down again after a few seconds of standing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such fairy tales dont happen in real life. To survive the Sit Test, which actually stands for situational tests, you need to be aware of certain ways of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got thing you do. (do what is required of u)&lt;br /&gt;2. Got food you eat. (dont starve urself cos u need the energy)&lt;br /&gt;3. Got time you sleep. (u need the rest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 principles are enough to ensure your sanity throughout the test, as advised by a certain Sergeant Major who used to be a SOF trainer. If you wish to go one step further and ACE the test, you need to figure out the answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS SINGAPORE A SHE AND NOT A HE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write down ur answer before you scroll down for the answer. dont cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE NO MAN IS AN ISLAND!&lt;br /&gt;Remember that your teammates will be the ones who will be your source of strength, and if your team mates are causing too much disturbance during ur command, ask them to stfu or give them the gpmg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who aspire to become a leader, let me leave you with some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;CSM of a particular company: "Do you know what is a leader? &lt;pause&gt; A leader is a servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- minute of silence observed as images of ourselves looking like maids sank in ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more if i did not manage to convince you not to fight for command school spots with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "Do you know what SISPEC stands for?"&lt;br /&gt;Rec: "School of infantry specialists"&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "WRONG! It means Suffer In Silence Plus Extra Confinement!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-8572989236076539428?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/8572989236076539428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=8572989236076539428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/8572989236076539428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/8572989236076539428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-thinkers-leaders-and-pioneers.html' title='Of thinkers, leaders and pioneers.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-186706619237640069</id><published>2007-01-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:46:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>powder bath</title><content type='html'>SAF: "Because our soldier must be equipped with the sense of urgencies" &lt;--- pardon the gramar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the spelling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fellow co-author, i have not been replying smses, although this is partially due to the fact that my phone doesnt receive 90% of the smses sent to it while its off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello shens, as shifu has already said, patience is a virtue. for example, we hurried and hurried on the last day of field camp, did about 3 hours work in 1 hour, ate breakfast while covering our graves, and went to the battleground to wait 3 hours for our turn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valuable lessons learnt from field camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) gravediggers are the most physically fit people ever.  seriously, digging a trench about 30 cm deep has destroyed my hands, my legs, my back,  and took me about 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  everything we do is interpreted as testing the system. for example, we aren't supposed to litter, so when the commanders find a small scrap of wrapper, they fall all of us in in full battle order and demand to know if we are trying to test the system. then they fuck us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2LT : (company name) &lt;--- censored due to the millions of threats we have received about naming army stuff on our blogs&lt;br /&gt;Us : YES SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT : (company name)&lt;br /&gt;Us: YES SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT : YOU ALL FUCKING HELL WANT TO TEST SYSTEM IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Us: NO SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT: I TOLD YOU ALL FUCKING A LOT OF TIMES DON'T FUCKING LITTER RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Us : YES SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT : THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS (holds up a small scrap of paper)&lt;br /&gt;Us : ....&lt;br /&gt;2LT : ALL DON'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER IS IT? FUCKING HELL KNOCK IT DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Us : *clapclap* (company name)&lt;br /&gt;2LT : I TOLD YOU ALL DON'T FUCKING TRY AND TEST SYSTEM WITH ME, YOU ROGER THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Us : YES SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT: YOU FUCKING HELL ROGER THAT??&lt;br /&gt;Us : YES SIR&lt;br /&gt;2LT : CARRY ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we have approximately 2 answers for about every question that is posed to us. Thinking soldiers indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Powder bath is the most hilarious thing you will ever see in your life. Never will you see 49 boys in their underwear, holding a rifle each, and looking as white as a ghost. After which, we all sing "THIS IS MY RIFLE" and hold it over our heads,  "THIS IS MY GUN" and thrust our crotch out, "THIS IS FOR FIGHTING" and wave our rifle around, "THIS IS FOR FUN" and wave our crotch around, followed by ONE TWO CHECK CLEAR, then we all pull the elastic strap of our underwear and release it, and powder billows out of your underwear. If no powder billows out, you powder bath again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually way too tired to blog much now, so I'll save more incidents for my next post because im going to sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-186706619237640069?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/186706619237640069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=186706619237640069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/186706619237640069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/186706619237640069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/powder-bath.html' title='powder bath'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-1453200287147018536</id><published>2007-01-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:18:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shen, please do understand that patience is a good virtue. especially if you are in the army. because we rush to wait, and wait to rush. one classic situation would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "I GIVE U ALL ONE MINUTE EVERYTHING ON AND FALL IN OUT HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Recruits scramble out from their current positions and grab their LBV (Load Bearing Vest, or SBO aka skeletal battle order. dont worry u noobs. i will explain what it means further on in this article) and put on their helmets, slinging their rifles on and perhaps even try to throw their 10-15kg fieldpack on without losing balance. then, they will run, or at least throw their weight forward and reach the fall in place (hopefully) on time -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "You all like to take ur own sweet time issit! 7 (or number as applicable) weeks in BMT already, still cannot fall in on time issit! Want me to F*** you all issit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruits: "NO SERGEANTTTTT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "THEN? -2sec break- I give you all one last chance understand!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruits: "YES SERGEANTTTT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "Ok whole lot on ur butts down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Recruits sit down and stone until further instructions are given. If you are lucky, the waiting time is rather short, about 5 mins or so, if not, well just wait lah! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why dont they lengthen the time allocated for our movement and shorten the waiting time. You want the typical SAF answer? Are you sure? Can you answer me yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAF: "Because our soldier must be equipped with the sense of urgencies" &lt;--- pardon the gramar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, while the new recruits are adapting to their newly shaven heads and army life, the senior recruits have found more interesting-er things to do on the sunny islands of tekong. in case u didnt spot the mistake, tekong is considered an island, not islands. Your author here set off on his field camp during the course of this week, which explains his lack of replies to YOUR smses and inability to pickup ur calls. simply because &lt;strike&gt;you were not impt enuff&lt;/strike&gt; the sergeants kept our phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think being in the army trains us to be real men (quoted from some particular papans, which again is singular), think again. Here's my observations from my experience during field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - If you are a real man, why do you have to wake ur buddy up to go to the toilet with you at night? Going to the toilet in groups or at least in pairs simply reeks of girlishness to me. What, go to the toilet to gossip abt the sergeant and how cute he is ah? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - "Real men" like us wear make up too. Except while most girls put on makeup to stand out from the crowd, we put on ours to blend into the surrounding jungle flora. i.e. CAMO CREAM. its fking expensive ok one tube $2.50+ and pple like me who sweat alot need to touch up the makeup quite often each day... And if you kena the 1minute (the time varies frm 1-5minutes) drill before you finish washing off the cream back in ur bunk's toilet, you look like you are wearing mascara. (how the hell do u spell that word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - I used to think that only girls went on diet and watched their weight. Sadly, I've joined the weight conscious club. Issuing us 4 X 24hrs worth of combat rations is crap. Firstly, nobody eats more than 1 X 24hrs worth of food during the field camp that lasts 5 or 6 days. Usually you are too tired or not in the mood to eat, and the food simply sucks so much you start missing the cookhouse food. (It's all a ploy to make the cookhouse food seem tasty). On top of this indirectly imposed diet, obese recruits like yours truly get confined in camp if my weight increases. SO WE HAVE TO GO "EEEEEEEEEW! THE CHICKEN SKIN SO FATTENING!" -but say already still put into my mouth, chew and swallow lah! siao dont waste food leh!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - SPAs are no longer for females only. It's official. Because of the rain, the camp sites have become make shift mudbaths that we roll,crawl,sit,eat,sleep,squat,stand,liedown in. If you are lucky, your commanders will give you a very fun command like "WHOLE LOT KNOCK IT DOWN!" -actually the only thing you knock down is yourself lah. pushup also muz give fancy commands- and u will hear alot of splattering sounds as people scramble into the pushup position, sometimes inadvertedly kicking some mud into the face of the poor guy behind him... So, we get mud baths and mud masks. free treatment FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - We carry more things than we need, and squeeze them into a bag that doesnt allow for so much capacity. And then we complain but do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - We wear bras. OKOK just joking, dont need to give me that face as though the sky just fell down. LBV aka Load Bearing Vest, The Bra for all new NSmen. We have to adjust the straps until they fit snugly on us, or when we run around, things will start bouncing (all our equipment on the vest lah stop thinking pervertedly) and it will be super uncomfortable. However, it is comforting to note that the LBVs are one size fit all! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - We clutch our rifles close to us (especially at night when the sergeants are too busy trying to steal rifles to sleep)  just like how girls clutch their handbags tightly to prevent them from being snatched away when we are off guard. If our rifles are stolen, we get confined for at least one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Klar, dont worry, your favourite hobby has been picked up by some of the people in my company. Sgt: "PLATOON 4 FALL IN NOW!" - some particular blurcock suddenly gets hit by reality. "SHIT! I HAVEN CHANGE!" - As such,  instead of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "THEN? -2sec break- I give you all one last chance understand!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "THEN? -2sec break- WHOLE LOT KNOCK IT DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Recruits, being enthusiatic about army life, starts fervently carrying out the punishment, which is almost standard 20 counts of pushup -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after abt 10 counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "I got give you all permission to carry on issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec: "NO SERGEANT!!!" -awkward pauses- "PERMISSION TO CARRY ON SERGEANT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: "Carry on" &lt;--- although he says carry on, what he means is to restart from ZERO. not carry on from where you stopped. Note the amazing way they phrase things in the army. Wait. It's we, not they. WE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-1453200287147018536?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/1453200287147018536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=1453200287147018536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/1453200287147018536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/1453200287147018536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/shen-please-do-understand-that-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-4773613461028763927</id><published>2007-01-14T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:31:28.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, after standing for a period of time, ur legs start to feel lazy, and if u are standing near or next to a wall, there is a human tendency to lean against/on it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Army people are not exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-My blog co-author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, army people are not exception, especially from grammar rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuation of my literary exploits, here is a poem on National Service, from talkingcock.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native, born on native soil&lt;br /&gt;Raised till eighteen, made to toil&lt;br /&gt;To defend a tiny land&lt;br /&gt;That’s the Singaporean man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On enlistment, BMT&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant scold your family&lt;br /&gt;Meet your Encik, CSM&lt;br /&gt;The company’s stupid man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll take you into a room&lt;br /&gt;One man over many loom&lt;br /&gt;Then you must prepare to swear&lt;br /&gt;For this island always wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour green and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Admin, PT and smart 4&lt;br /&gt;They will strip you to the core&lt;br /&gt;Fear not you’re the nation’s whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll give you a gunnysack&lt;br /&gt;Change you into vest and slacks&lt;br /&gt;2 years of your life they’ll take&lt;br /&gt;You to hell until you break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared you new found dog&lt;br /&gt;They’ll make you wash and unclog&lt;br /&gt;Urinals and other stuff&lt;br /&gt;2 years are more than enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life you’ll never find&lt;br /&gt;Better times to lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;Welcome whore and please don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;You’re already sworn to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the real training&lt;br /&gt;So what if it’s still raining?&lt;br /&gt;During war is there Cat. 1?&lt;br /&gt;Dog, don’t ever lose your gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to march and learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;Songs that do not have meaning&lt;br /&gt;But don’t stop or wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You’re an idiot now green guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains don’t work in this army&lt;br /&gt;It runs in Lee’s family&lt;br /&gt;Meet your rifle, your new wife&lt;br /&gt;She’s your friend, your foe, your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strip her tenderly with care&lt;br /&gt;Or sergeant will screw you there&lt;br /&gt;Here’s your SBO and helm&lt;br /&gt;You’re now warrior of the realm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor, pride and glory be,&lt;br /&gt;Bring this country harmony&lt;br /&gt;Smelling like a mad wild boar&lt;br /&gt;Dolled up in your goddamn 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus or up a train,&lt;br /&gt;People may smell and complain&lt;br /&gt;“Chow peng kia! They’re so smelly&lt;br /&gt;All the botak so ugly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there don’t be let down&lt;br /&gt;You’re protector of the crown&lt;br /&gt;Sergeants you must look up to&lt;br /&gt;All the training they’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They KNOW they have seen the world&lt;br /&gt;To them you’re a baby girl&lt;br /&gt;Like lions they are inside&lt;br /&gt;They’re just pussy cats outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that SISPEC made you good?&lt;br /&gt;Come on let’s try prison food&lt;br /&gt;All these street smart wannabes&lt;br /&gt;Grew up eating mommy’s peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educated know all jacks&lt;br /&gt;That is why they’re all called SPECS&lt;br /&gt;Think a sergeant’s hard to be?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna come try RTC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you’re somebody down here&lt;br /&gt;Recruits look at you and fear&lt;br /&gt;Grow up! Naïve simple man&lt;br /&gt;In this army brains don’t stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC! PC! You’re a Sir&lt;br /&gt;Back in JC you’re a blur&lt;br /&gt;Born with glasses nerdy whore&lt;br /&gt;Never seen the world before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly from rich families&lt;br /&gt;High class bastard wannabes&lt;br /&gt;Given a commissioned rank&lt;br /&gt;All the sex you know is wank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-to-do here on this earth&lt;br /&gt;Riches given you at birth&lt;br /&gt;Those who get to OCS&lt;br /&gt;They think they’re the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor forlorn misgiven soul&lt;br /&gt;Life’s about mommy’s control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the Regulars&lt;br /&gt;These guys think they’re the coolest&lt;br /&gt;Smart 4 hanging in the car&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show off a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lame dot is green enough&lt;br /&gt;More green doesn’t make you tough&lt;br /&gt;Living off the taxpayers&lt;br /&gt;They’re fantastic soothsayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I swear to die for this land&lt;br /&gt;I swear to serve useless man&lt;br /&gt;My life I put down for thee&lt;br /&gt;But for now you must pay me&lt;br /&gt;Give me more off and flexi&lt;br /&gt;Please grant me rank and money&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am not a fake&lt;br /&gt;I’ll choose death and won’t forsake&lt;br /&gt;My tag may make me a dog&lt;br /&gt;I love to suck CO’s cork&lt;br /&gt;I am but a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Live and die just for my land”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them NSF are dogs&lt;br /&gt;Idiots meant to do shit jobs&lt;br /&gt;Given to fulfil a cause&lt;br /&gt;Treat them like you’d treat a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overworked and underpaid&lt;br /&gt;We don’t blame it on our fate&lt;br /&gt;We are proud to serve this land&lt;br /&gt;Obeying unfaithful man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must salute officers&lt;br /&gt;All commissioned regulars&lt;br /&gt;We address them all as Sirs&lt;br /&gt;Just amazing, these soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Instilling a sense of pride&lt;br /&gt;Hunks that for this land would fight&lt;br /&gt;They look so fierce in smart 4&lt;br /&gt;So fierce I can’t wait for war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I were the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Catch all officers I see&lt;br /&gt;Chain up all these cheap dog whores&lt;br /&gt;Make them do NSF chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without taxes what are you?&lt;br /&gt;Life would not be green but blue&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with Japanese Hondas&lt;br /&gt;Never Continental cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next are Majors and Kernels&lt;br /&gt;At the top are Generals&lt;br /&gt;Men so great we seldom see&lt;br /&gt;Living life exclusively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years they spent serving this land&lt;br /&gt;Dogs, oops! I meant moral man&lt;br /&gt;Talented at golf and darts&lt;br /&gt;Handing out donation cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give or sign extra duty&lt;br /&gt;You are aiding charity”&lt;br /&gt;So we donate once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Call us stupid we’ve no choice&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the one who gets to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All this happened ‘cos of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done proud for charity&lt;br /&gt;I’m Kernel of my country&lt;br /&gt;Funds were raised because of ME!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, more cards just keep coming&lt;br /&gt;Why do they keep on giving?&lt;br /&gt;Do they think we work for free?&lt;br /&gt;One month we make 350!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they donate too,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where the funds go to.&lt;br /&gt;NSFs we take the shame&lt;br /&gt;We donate, they get the fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this atrocious sham?&lt;br /&gt;Do they have pride left in them?&lt;br /&gt;For the high ranks you receive&lt;br /&gt;Blow jobs many you did give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry but ain’t it true?&lt;br /&gt;Sucked until your face turned blue&lt;br /&gt;Which army in history&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by a nerd sissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would sign rubbish and then claim&lt;br /&gt;“See! SAF helps the lame!”&lt;br /&gt;Why O such a shameful act&lt;br /&gt;Do you not know fake from fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If indeed you are so nice&lt;br /&gt;Why not give us back our lives!&lt;br /&gt;You take and you use us well&lt;br /&gt;Parading your sun burnt hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll us up in green like fools&lt;br /&gt;Make us carry heavy stools&lt;br /&gt;While your offices they sit&lt;br /&gt;On their sofas and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I now go for my tea break&lt;br /&gt;Heard officer mess got cake.&lt;br /&gt;After you finish the chairs&lt;br /&gt;Help me mop the floors and stairs&lt;br /&gt;Go my office later on&lt;br /&gt;Help me turn on the air con&lt;br /&gt;Later I got visitor,&lt;br /&gt;Boh pian, I am officer&lt;br /&gt;Work so hard and earn so less&lt;br /&gt;Still must buy my girlfriend dress&lt;br /&gt;4k one month where enough?&lt;br /&gt;Always chiong sua siebeh tough&lt;br /&gt;Save so little in the bank&lt;br /&gt;Hope to faster up my rank.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these really commanders?&lt;br /&gt;Are they really our warriors?&lt;br /&gt;Could one ever imagine,&lt;br /&gt;If in war how we would win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long 4, rifle, SBO&lt;br /&gt;Splitting image of bodoh&lt;br /&gt;Guard this island of the seas?&lt;br /&gt;We need guarding from the Lees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving westerners so much&lt;br /&gt;Against us locals – have a grudge?&lt;br /&gt;If not for this surname Lee,&lt;br /&gt;We won’t have to serve army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place where nerds have a say&lt;br /&gt;Nerds who make us pay and pay&lt;br /&gt;On the world map this country&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful as it may be&lt;br /&gt;Is but just a tiny worm&lt;br /&gt;Even smaller than my sperm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxpayers! Why face such scorn?&lt;br /&gt;Specially those with male born&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes wide and see&lt;br /&gt;Your son’s 2 years in army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saluting like he’s a jerk&lt;br /&gt;People who cannot find work&lt;br /&gt;Proper jobs that they won’t need&lt;br /&gt;Taxpayers upon whom they will feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support peasants that’s one fact&lt;br /&gt;But against your son they’d act&lt;br /&gt;If he’s caught when he chao keng&lt;br /&gt;By these government ah bengs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futures they have very far&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Porsches in their Kias&lt;br /&gt;Why support such ill ingrates?&lt;br /&gt;Men who dress and act like apes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’d make Privates, Corporals, Men&lt;br /&gt;Sai kang warriors of the land&lt;br /&gt;Dogs that we are for this land&lt;br /&gt;Thus the woes of NS Men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-4773613461028763927?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/4773613461028763927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=4773613461028763927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4773613461028763927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4773613461028763927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-after-standing-for-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-4278235092319701792</id><published>2007-01-13T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:31:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New recruits are funny</title><content type='html'>Looking at the new recruits really make me laugh. I believe i wasnt so amusing when i was still a new recruit. Sadly unlike randy's platoon, I dont get creative punishments. They just find creative reasons to punish us. That's for later though, for now we will delve into some of the amusing sights spotted in bmtc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - [Flag lowering music played by the band] (in the army, the flag raising and lowering is done with the band playing the music. at that time, everyone is to come to attention and keep still there, otherwise known as diam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the new blurcocks on the block, some new recruits decided to show us that they were really good at acting as wax figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in the cookhouse when the music sounded] Sergeants: "KEEP STILL THERE!" Old recruits all come to attention and stop eating, or put their trays on the table and stood at attention. New recruits..... continue walking at a super slow pace looking side to side cautiously, as though admiring the statues in a museum. I dont blame them though, I had a hard time trying to hold my laughter in when i saw some of their fellow new recruits. Holding their tray with the following items - plate of rice and food, bowl of soup, and fruit, they decided to show that their fore arms were strong and kept still while holding their trays. Other new recruits had fruits stuck in their mouth or cutlery dangling from their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO IS THIS HOW U WOULD  BEHAVE AT A FLAG LOWERING/RAISING CEREMONY!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Circus acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a new recruit, you get issued with the necessary essentials (note the army engrish) when you enlist e.g. the boots, uniforms, pt attire, admin attire, LBV (load bearing vest), shoes, sandals, and alot of other stuff. All these come in 2 packages. The field pack and the duffel bag. According to my memory the total weight of these should be about 15-20kgs. So it can be quite a hassle to move ur things around, especially since u brought in a bag of ur own with ur own personal items, and in the rain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to look cool and move fast still, some have decided to make the duffel bag behave as a sling bag, by slinging it across their shoulders instead of wheeling it on the floor. As such, when their sergeants say "DOUBLE UP AND CATCH UP!" we see a bunch of clowns wobbling and swaying from side to side as they run and try to keep up with the rest. So much for being thinkers leaders and pioneers. It is seriously a funny sight watching those skinny asses trying to keep their balance. My advice to anyone who has not enlisted is to NOT bring in a bag exceeding 3-4kg in weight. You seriously dont need anything the beach road auntie tells u, at least not until ur confinement weeks is over. so dont kiasu and kill urself. if u bring in 20kg of stuff, plus the issued 20kg, ur weight effectively changes from 60kg to 60+40=100kg, suddenly qualifying u for the Eagle company aka elephant squad. Imagine having to climb 5 storeys up and trying to keep balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - The following happens to some of the old recruits as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, after standing for a period of time, ur legs start to feel lazy, and if u are standing near or next to a wall, there is a human tendency to lean against/on it. Army people are not exception. However, if you get spotted by a sergeant who is not very nice, the following punishment is meted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Recruit puts both hands palms facing down on the wall]&lt;br /&gt;Recruit: "HELP HELP THE WALL IS FALLING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone walks past and looks too closely, he will in turn be asked to take over for being so "helpful" and kaypo. This repeats itself until the sergeant is satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-4278235092319701792?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/4278235092319701792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=4278235092319701792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4278235092319701792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/4278235092319701792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-recruits-are-funny.html' title='New recruits are funny'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-5475573229676847125</id><published>2007-01-13T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:08:27.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ownage</title><content type='html'>with the new enlistees, we get to watch new recruits learn to march all over again!! entering the army and having your head shaved seems to imply you lose all your brains along with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, no normal person would march with both the right leg stepping forward and right hand swinging forward at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army also has new, creative punishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a sergeant or sir asks you a question, you reply with YES / NO sir/sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;however, being the singlish speaking singaporeans we are, we tend to say yah. to cure us of this habit, we have a wrong word punishment. if you reply with a yah, you go to the company line, ie to say the first floor of the company building and scream "YA YA PAPAYA ONE YA YA PAPAYA TWO" and so on until five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, when you knock it down, ie to say made to do pushups as punishment, normal companies ask for PERMISSION TO CARRY ON SIR / SERGEANT. in ours, we ask for PERMISSION TO ENJOY SIR or PERMISSION TO KEEP FIT SIR! and then he'll say ENJOY! in that weird sadistic tone of voice and you carry on twenty. ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, my platoon is nowhere as interesting as shifu's platoon, although we do have cases where people ask tons of stupid questions, but i'll go into that more tmr after i get back from my propaganda visit to the singapore discovery centre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-5475573229676847125?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/5475573229676847125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=5475573229676847125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/5475573229676847125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/5475573229676847125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/ownage.html' title='ownage'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-3805184471866451629</id><published>2007-01-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:14:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who said that bimbos (like some of our friends) don't exist in the land of tekong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes getting too serious can have adverse effects on the intended audience. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ In the army, whenever a commander speaks to you, you must reply in the format of ________, sir/sergeant etc. ]&lt;br /&gt;One fine sunny day in the far away land of tekong, some joker decided that he must take initiative and greet one of the sirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: PLATOOON DIAM! (come to attention) GOOD MORNING SIR!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Good morning&lt;br /&gt;Joker: PERMISSION TO CARRY ON!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Carry on what?&lt;br /&gt;Joker: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Huh ur head lah. Permission to carry on what?&lt;br /&gt;Joker: Errrr... [looks around uneasily] PERMISSION TO CARRY ON STANDING UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone present bursts out into uncontrollable laughter except the poor joker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he needed to say was "permission to carry on SIR!" but he took the question from SIR too seriously and screwed his sorry ass up. What a bimbo. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the females scratching their heads while reading the past few entries, you have to bear with it. We as responsible citizens of tekong have to educate our male readers on life in tekong so that they will not end up like that joker as mentioned above. Thank you for your kind understanding. And if you still don't understand, just call Randy and he will explain it to you. Come on, spam him so that his hp will not have enuff batt to last the whole week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-3805184471866451629?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/3805184471866451629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=3805184471866451629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/3805184471866451629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/3805184471866451629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-said-that-bimbos-like-some-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116758556076010022</id><published>2007-01-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:19:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new discovery</title><content type='html'>(|nqbuss) i have no problem deciding what to do. if i'm hungry, i eat. if i'm tired, i sleep, if i need to user the bathroom, i use the bathroom, if none of the above, i sit in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great command-line process for me to live my life through the new year, although it probably needs some modification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifcmdgiven = true, "obey" else "sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that probably sums up NS life. listen to what other people tell you to do, or if you havent been told to do anything, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all are trying to testing my patience is it? I can be very fucker to you all one know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nabeh cheebye, fuck you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you all want to recover or go straight to the next exercise? "RECOVER SIR" "LANJIAO UNDERSTAND? Spiderpushups in postion NOW"&lt;br /&gt;"The Tekong area got a lot of mice. Actually no, they are quite small one, yah, not mice, a lot of mouses"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116758556076010022?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116758556076010022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116758556076010022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116758556076010022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116758556076010022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-discovery.html' title='new year, new discovery'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116748558478320399</id><published>2006-12-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:33:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some quotable quotes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, some of my friends pick up the SAF language so quickly that I am amazed. In case you are wondering, it means that their sentences have no sense of grammar and sometimes they dont make sense as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shifu: there are alot of PHD pple in my coy (read as company... see? army language)&lt;br /&gt;shenz: wah so pro ah?&lt;br /&gt;shifu: PHD = Poly Halfway Dropouts.&lt;br /&gt;shenz: OH! i always thought that PHD was Permanent Head Injury &lt;-----(this is where u can see that shenz is an expert in army language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for injury. Wow. hahahah ok don't murder me. I appreciate ur effort to talk to me in a way that I've become adjusted to ok! Here's even more proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shenz: some guys dont treat her as a girl mah! like man's best friend like that (note: the sentence was modified to protect the "her" and her image.)&lt;br /&gt;shifu: you mean like a dog? (i always thought that a man's best friend is a dog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116748558478320399?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116748558478320399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116748558478320399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116748558478320399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116748558478320399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-quotable-quotes.html' title='some quotable quotes.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116683430937659848</id><published>2006-12-23T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:38:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your authors here have been abducted by a bunch of researchers called the SAF for different purposes onto the island that goes by the name of TEKONG. As such, it is highly unlikely that we have time to post here as often as we wish to. In fact, even if we have time, we'll most probably be enjoying it elsewhere. Therefore, if you are still reading this blog, only check it out after the weekends when we bookout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me wad is army life like. They fail to realise that i belong to a special group of people. I'm FAT. and for being FAT u get a different training programme that goes at a slower pace. So i can't really tell u if army/bmt is hiong or shag. Apart from that, the $2 haircut is gosu, and the english is very ggxx. The food are not nice and the people there ask much stupid questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a black cat fell into a jar of flour. When it managed to get out of it looking white from head to tail, it saw a white cat. What did the black cat say to the white cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said "Meow!". If ur cat can say anything other than that, leave a tag and we will buy it from you and train it to say "is it can be hugs time now pleez"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116683430937659848?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116683430937659848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116683430937659848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116683430937659848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116683430937659848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-authors-here-have-been-abducted.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116560096947469553</id><published>2006-12-09T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:02:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>women consumerism</title><content type='html'>A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116560096947469553?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116560096947469553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116560096947469553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116560096947469553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116560096947469553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/women-consumerism.html' title='women consumerism'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116550551772802323</id><published>2006-12-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:31:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rape</title><content type='html'>my reaction on seeing the post shifu made with my amazingly slick dance moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  OHMYGOD &lt;br /&gt;me:  LOl &lt;br /&gt;me:  LOL &lt;br /&gt;me:  I HATE YOUT &lt;br /&gt;me:  YOU &lt;br /&gt;me:  FOREVER &lt;br /&gt;me:  FK U &lt;br /&gt;me:  LOL &lt;br /&gt;shifu:  i think its very cute &lt;br /&gt;shifu:  and i uploaded small versions so they cant see ur face clearly &lt;br /&gt;shifu:  thank me &lt;br /&gt;me:  .... &lt;br /&gt;me:  thats like &lt;br /&gt;me:  raping a girl &lt;br /&gt;me:  but wearing a condom &lt;br /&gt;me:  and expecting her to appreciate that &lt;br /&gt;me:  wow my analogy is damn good &lt;br /&gt;me:  lol &lt;br /&gt;shifu:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, call me whenever you need an analogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116550551772802323?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116550551772802323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116550551772802323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116550551772802323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116550551772802323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/rape.html' title='rape'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116550381867020420</id><published>2006-12-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:03:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre enlistment post</title><content type='html'>You know, it's quite amusing when I'm the one enlisting into the army, but my mum is the one that is super kanchiong abt it. In fact, I've never seen her so flustered before. Here are a few quotable moments frm our last minute army supplies shopping spreee today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: EH! U haven buy shampoo lah!&lt;br /&gt;Shifu: Errrr... botak liao where got hair to wash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What abt wet tissues? Also never buy leh!&lt;br /&gt;Shifu: Just bring tissue to the ceremony then before u leave pass me wad uve used lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You got bring mp3 in or not? &lt;br /&gt;Shifu: Never.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Bring leh! Then i can record my nagging and let u listen when u are in camp!&lt;br /&gt;Shifu: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums are cool. With them around to help with packing, I will be dead if they decide to make me run 24km with my bag. Even 2.4km is enuff to make me lamer than i am now. Ok guys, and girls, and whoever isnt either of the previously mentioned, I am going to miss you lots. RANDY PEH. Pls pass ur ippt so that u can stay out and continue blogging. Dear readers, if randy doesnt update regularly, sms me and i will scream at him. To end off my last entry before enlistment, let me ask u a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY THEY CALL IT ARMY? AND NOT LEGGY,SHOULDERY, NOSEY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its very simple. Because they always make people do pushups in the army. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116550381867020420?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116550381867020420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116550381867020420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116550381867020420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116550381867020420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/pre-enlistment-post.html' title='pre enlistment post'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116541646686576911</id><published>2006-12-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:47:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/1600/926417/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/400/352737/woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture says a thousand words and videos are a series of pictures, then videos are too many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has been emo for the past few days. I suspect it is because I am going to the army in one day's time and he hasnt found someone else to entertain besides me. Really. Just look at his dancing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/1600/577918/PC030052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/200/562317/PC030052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/1600/79417/PC030053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/200/579559/PC030053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/1600/901315/PC030054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/200/500900/PC030054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the truly ignorant and stupid, this is Randy's &lt;strike&gt;randytion&lt;/strike&gt; rendition of Saturday night fever dance moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116541646686576911?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116541646686576911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116541646686576911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116541646686576911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116541646686576911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-picture-says-thousand-words-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116523526477574906</id><published>2006-12-04T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:27:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am emo</title><content type='html'>its really over, get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk is spilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter how many tears you shed, the milk is still spilt. It is still that white stain on your carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just clean up the milk. All you are doing with your tears is making the stain saltier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, when you are completely dry of tears, and completely dehydrated because of all the tears flowing out of your eyes, and you go to the fridge to get a new glass of milk, and trip over your feet again, and spill it on the carpet again, then you can cry over the new spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, please, stop crying over this patch of spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its over, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116523526477574906?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116523526477574906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116523526477574906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116523526477574906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116523526477574906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-emo.html' title='i am emo'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116520813797653493</id><published>2006-12-04T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:55:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The authors of this blog collaborated with some of their friends and came up with a short lesson on how to dance, the limpehz way. Of course, i was the choreographer and the rest were the dancers. However, because everyone's camera was too good and the image sizes are tremendous, it will take a while to collate and change the resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, if any of you are feeling depressed from reading the previous entry, &lt;a href="http://you.youaremighty.com/"&gt;please click on this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PLEEZ note that the &lt;a href="http://shifu.youaremighty.com/"&gt;original video goes as such&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116520813797653493?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116520813797653493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116520813797653493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116520813797653493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116520813797653493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/authors-of-this-blog-collaborated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116517642143727599</id><published>2006-12-04T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:07:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me alone</title><content type='html'>its over, get over it!&lt;br /&gt;The horsie is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter how often you kick the horsie, it will not cause the horsie to move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because, as has been stated before, the horsie is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let the horsie decompose in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, once the horsie has fully joined with the earth, and been reincarnated as grass, and that grass has been consumed by hamsters, and those hamsters have pooped out seeds, and those seeds have in turn grown MORE grass, and that grass has died and fertilized a farmers grain, and that grain has been harvested as used as feed for a NEW horsie, perhaps you can beat that horsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this horsie.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the esoteric post at 4:10 am in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116517642143727599?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116517642143727599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116517642143727599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116517642143727599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116517642143727599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/leave-me-alone.html' title='leave me alone'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116503237478191919</id><published>2006-12-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:06:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dumbie's Guide to being a Secret Agent.</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a job to supplement your income because your value on humanforsale is too low, you better look at the job scope carefully before you put your signature on the contract. This is what happens if your desire for more money blinds you. This also serves as a warning to James Bond wannabes who have become brainwashed to think that being a secret agent is cool. I tell you. It definitely isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wE3xvYN6yg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wE3xvYN6yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Bang from Ronin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116503237478191919?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116503237478191919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116503237478191919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116503237478191919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116503237478191919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/dumbies-guide-to-being-secret-agent.html' title='A Dumbie&apos;s Guide to being a Secret Agent.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116502991283456007</id><published>2006-12-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:26:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much are you worth?</title><content type='html'>I know a number of people out there who are going to start work, and some of them even complain that their pay is mediocre. Come on, deep down inside i know you think you are worth much more than you are getting paid. DONT LIE TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a bunch of dudes on the internet, i am worth  $2,091,264 if i sell myself.I think that's too little actually. I downplayed my good points in the survey. And incase you were wondering, I filled in the bad habits parts honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, itching to find out how much u are worth? Visit &lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;www.HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us your score in the tagboard alright? We will collate a list and publish it. Your author here has to remind you that I am not for sale though. You can't afford my actual selling price, no matter how much you might complain that i am overpriced. But if you have a few millions to spare, I will willingly rent myself to you for a few days. Plus you must be really nice and sweet to me, if not I will come up with a list of hidden charges that will cause you to GO STRAIGHT TO JAIL, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200. I don't think any of you are up it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116502991283456007?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116502991283456007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116502991283456007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116502991283456007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116502991283456007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-much-are-you-worth.html' title='How much are you worth?'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116481168247701119</id><published>2006-11-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:34:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRORscopes for dumbies</title><content type='html'>I have to reiterate the point that I am not a superstitious person and the following, previous and upcoming entries are merely for public education and entertainment. Whether you choose to believe my divine interpretations of the happenings of the future, you just have to accept that I cannot cater to everyone. I only give a generalised reading for everyone. If you want a more detailed report based on your own sign and age, contact limpehz by calling 999. Nono. Don't. If you do that I don't have to predict your future for you anymore. You will have NO MORE FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Nov - 6th Dec ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What starts out as a slow moving week may soon accelerate into a frenzy of events that leave you gasping for breath. Not that it is a bad thing though, as it rejuvenates your social life and allows you to spend time with your loved ones. A time of gathering might also signal the time for departures. What you have taken for granted will not be around for much longer and you should take this period of time to look further down the path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116481168247701119?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116481168247701119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116481168247701119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116481168247701119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116481168247701119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/horrorscopes-for-dumbies.html' title='HORRORscopes for dumbies'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116472997337303018</id><published>2006-11-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:06:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grammaticalness</title><content type='html'>I cant believe i spent time counting this out, but here are my results on the weird numerological test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three: Three is ruled by the planet Jupiter resulting in a new integration and wholeness. It represents a lively, cheerful, benevolent, realistic, spiritual mind. It is a masculine planet. (HEAR THAT???? I AM NOT GAY YOU FAGGOTS PUN FULLY INTENDED) Three can also relate to expansiveness and learning through life experiences. It is considered to be lucky, and is often associated with money and good fortune. Three can depict several people joining together to achieve a common goal, whether through a social or professional affiliation. Three also represents communication of all kinds, expression, drama, acting, and humor.(I'm such a good actor I can hide the fact that I am one from myself) It also represents the number associated with creativity. As a basis of all creation, the blending of creative energy of one (male) and two (female) create new life, so the resulting creation is associated with the number three. (Hi daddy one and mommy two) Its basic drive is acquire wisdom. (Indeed, I is wish to acquire wisdom.) It also restless, inquisitive and has an instinctive mind to explore. It can be completely free of malice. It represents the eyes which sparkle and twinkle with refreshing humour. Number Three is bold, courageous, truth-seeker and the quality of insight.(The grammar is painful, too painful) Above all, number Three is the true persona of an intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight: Eight is ruled by the planet Saturn. It is considered to be the number of karmic influences where we are called upon to pay debts incurred in this and previous lives. (Oh god my next life is screwed) It is very pragmatic and with a balanced justice.(What on earth is with a balanced justice?? Maybe I will become a lawyer that takes gymnastics on the side???) It causes delay in all things.(LAGGGG) It gives slow but the steady progress.(HAHAHAHAHA OH THE GRAMMAR) It represents the hard ethics to follow everybody.(OH GOD THE HILARIOUSNESS) It represents hard work and lessons learned through experience, and can therefore be a difficult number for some because of the very restrictiveness of its nature. More than any other number, eight seeks money and material success.(Who wants to be a gajillionaire??) It also gives a strong life-longevity to a person.(Amazingly this coincides with something a palm reader told me recently) However, the hardships eight faces in pursuit of its rewards are extreme. Huge reversals in life are common for the eight. Because reputation and community standing are of paramount importance, those who have it figured prominently (HAHAHHA) would be wise to lead honest lives, otherwise any indiscretions will more than likely be uncovered in a most unflattering manner. Above all, The number Eight, is a true persona of a old. (HAHAHAHA PLEASE ITS AN OLD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116472997337303018?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116472997337303018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116472997337303018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116472997337303018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116472997337303018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/grammaticalness.html' title='grammaticalness'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116467603383121643</id><published>2006-11-28T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:07:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back in a jiffy.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm a little bit of all the first 5 types of assholes. As for the 6th, I do that to people who get on my nerves. In relation to Randy's personality aka asshole post, here's my follow up, in a less vulgar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How to Calculate Your Numerological Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of Numerology is widely acclaimed in the world of astrologers. People can learn their future instantly through their numerological numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth Calculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Sum up the total number of the numbers in your birthday to make a single digit number. Example: Date of birth of AMLAN BASU = 16-01-1963 = 1+6+0+1+1+9+6+3 = 27 = 2+7 = 9&lt;br /&gt;     (if you get something like 28 break it down twice: 2+8=10 -&gt; 1+0=1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Number Calculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Match each letter of your name with a corresponding number up to 9. (A=1,B=2,C=3,D=4,E=5,F=6,G=7,H=8,I=9 and again J=1,K=2,L=3, etc).Example: AMLAN BASU = 1+4+3+1+5+2+1+1+3 = 21 = 2+1 = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: A J S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: B K T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: C L U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: D M V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: E N W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: F O X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: G P Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: H Q Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: I R OTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would have pasted what each number meant here if I wanted to be an asshole and flush down randy's post. but i think that post has high education value so do read it. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Calculate-Your-Numerological-Number"&gt;You can find out what your numerological number means here&lt;/a&gt;. Meanwhile, I'm off enjoying life again. Have fun folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116467603383121643?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116467603383121643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116467603383121643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116467603383121643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116467603383121643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-be-back-in-jiffy.html' title='I&apos;ll be back in a jiffy.'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116465552599220892</id><published>2006-11-28T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:25:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random 1-100</title><content type='html'>first let me explain what is wrong with shifu's post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are a girl, say that "I'm so bored that I feel like crying. Pleez go out with me"&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong. Firstly, no girl will deign to talk to me, so that rules this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are a boy, say "Eh, very long nv play pool liao. lets go shoot some balls"&lt;br /&gt;This is also wrong, because if you want me to go out with you you better not call playing pool shooting balls. What, are you a basketballer?? You shoot hoops?? Or in pool's case, shoot pockets??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are none of the above, PLEEZ, don't let him know until he is out with you.&lt;br /&gt;This is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, if you are simply such an introvert that you have never asked Randy for his number, leave a tag and I will get back to you shortly. And as you can see, given my height, the shortly is rather short. :) &lt;--- omg smiley&lt;br /&gt;94353835, my new handphone number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Act FAST. While stocks last! &lt;-- wow i rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually more or less fully booked already, but good luck anyway! But if you are a good-looking, humourous girl willing to be my slave for life, I will definitely make time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of asshole are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, every single person you know is a fucking asshole, some in more obvious ways than others. The term 'asshole' isn't the typical term that I randomly sprout throughout this site, but of a more specific kind. These 'assholes' may not be the kind you'd hope your parents will never see you hanging out with, they're also not the kinds that will influence you negatively. The only common trait both classes off assholes share is that you want to fucking beat their stupid brains out. So which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The relationship asshole&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows a few of these bastards. These are the ones who go through thick and thin with you, the ones you share your secrets with, the ones who tell you to fuck off once their dicks get lucky. These assholes are personified by their forever filled schedule. Under no circumstance (unless their other half dies from herpes, but still..) are these morons free to hang out. Having them take initiative to plan some outing is more painful than getting butt fucked. Their entire fucking lives revolve around their other halves. They eat, sleep, shit, cut hair, go shopping, watch movies, go for classes, masturbate, get raped, fall sick, contract AIDs together. To these assholes, everything else is non existent. Every single aspect of their lives involves their other half and ONLY their other half. Everything else can go to hell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. The work asshole&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the people you know fall into this category. Work assholes are found almost everywhere outside of ACJC. This breed of queers separate their lives into 2 very different categories: normal and holiday. During holidays (i.e no stress periods) these assholes dig up their lives and live with it for the duration of the holiday. They go out, party, get fucked and all other sorts of shit and basically enjoy themselves. However, once its the 'normal' (i.e stress) periods, they suddenly drop their lives and lock themselves up in their buttholes and fret over the future. Nothing on earth will convince them to leave their buttholes and do something relaxing. Relaxing to them means not looking at their notes while breathing. Also, during the 'normal' periods, you will totally not exist to these assholes. They have no idea whether you're dead or alive, and ignore all attempts you try and make contact with them. Their only friends are their notes, and other work related assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The cheebye asshole&lt;br /&gt;This is the asshole everyone aspires to be. They are characterized by their couldn't care less attitude. Life to these assholes is one big playground. They take everything easy and belittle everything, cussing at other types of assholes. Basically the total opposite of the work asshole in 'normal' mode, the only difference being the cheebye assholes have everything going their way. They don't work hard but produce results. They spend money that drops from the sky. They succeed in life by picking their noses during meetings and interviews. Typically, the cheebye asshole pisses everyone off that is unfortunate enough to cross his path, usually due to jealousy, contempt and unfairness. Fuck yourself in the butt if you're this kind of asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The wayang asshole&lt;br /&gt;Also known colloquailly as the 'crazy fuck', wayang assholes are those with the Wall Street Journal under their arms instead of the latest issue of Playboy. Everything that comes out of their mouths are beyond their peer's comprehension. They can be spotted in a group as the one who speaks like a fucking banana, except they've been brought up locally all their lives. They try to act older than they actually are, which explains the 'crazy fuck' looks they receive from anyone around their age. Their ideal future jobs are usually investment bankers, stockbrokers, risk analysts and any other jobs which requires more than 2 minutes of thought, though most usually end up as cash tellers in banks. The most harmless kind of asshole of the bunch who usually doesn't get on people's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The sensitive asshole&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive assholes get their names for their probing behavior. They like to get involved in everyone's business and give their half cent's worth. Typically personified by their self righteous nature, most would tell these assholes to fuck off upon 2 mintues of conversing with them. Sensitive assholes like to think that they're a team player and that their input is appreciated. They rank high on the initiative scale because every single detail is combed through by them. If someone's twice removed cousin's pet hamster died, the sensitive asshole would be the first to offer his condolences and 'better' methods of hamster rearing. Good to have around if you're the kind who likes to spread rumours and watching the sensitive asshole go into a frenzy of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The fucking asshole&lt;br /&gt;These species of assholes were the ones who created the vulgar term 'asshole', and are the absolute worst of the lot. Fucking assholes are known for their selfishness and backstabbing capabilities. They will say anything and everything to keep themselves in the clear, even if it means getting everyone else into shit. Such bastards only befriends those who are beneficial to them, and treat everyone else as non existant dregs of turd. They spent the majority of their time fucking tree monkeys, claim that the tree monkeys are 'hot babes' and have no qualms about boasting about it, though nobody usually listens because everyone steers clear of the fucking asshole. Fortunately to my knowledge, the fucking asshole is one of the rarer kinds of assholes you'll find. The majority of people you know fall mainly into the first 5 categories.&lt;br /&gt;So, which asshole are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116465552599220892?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116465552599220892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116465552599220892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116465552599220892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116465552599220892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-1-100.html' title='random 1-100'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116451641779243687</id><published>2006-11-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:46:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation for the unmotivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/1600/330893/6hrssleepinghy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1155/1537/400/412586/6hrssleepinghy5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our friends who are still studying for their bio/lit/econs S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116451641779243687?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116451641779243687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116451641779243687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116451641779243687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116451641779243687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/motivation-for-unmotivated.html' title='Motivation for the unmotivated'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116433061952338684</id><published>2006-11-24T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:21:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call 1800-LOVE-PEH</title><content type='html'>A man spoke frantically into the phone: "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!" "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No, you idiot!" the man shouted. "This is her husband!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored? Do you simply have so many fun things to do that you do not know where to start? Are you starting to MISS mugging? Fret not. Research has shown that while many people say they desire freedom, they are actually afraid of the uncertainty that comes along with it. That is, they fear the insecurities that a lack of routine will bring to them. "We are free from the A levels!" - simply translates to "oh no now i have 18hours a day to spend without any mugging to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually read this far, well, sad to say, you must be part of the above crowd. I am going to give you a very simple solution to that. Now don't get me wrong, most things in life don't have quick fixes. But this is one exceptional case. Pick up your handphone, go to your contacts, scroll down the list.... A..B..C..D..E..F..G..H..I..J..K..L..M..N..O..P..Q..R &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK STOP THERE. Don't go further down to S. Stop at R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call RANDY and ask him out. Get him away from WOWbeta, or the likes of it. Now being the helpful coauthor of this blog, I will give you some hints and tips to ensure that he will say YES to your date proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are a girl, say that "I'm so bored that I feel like crying. Pleez go out with me"&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are a boy, say "Eh, very long nv play pool liao. lets go shoot some balls"&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are none of the above, PLEEZ, don't let him know until he is out with you. &lt;br /&gt;4. Well, if you are simply such an introvert that you have never asked Randy for his number, leave a tag and I will get back to you shortly. And as you can see, given my height, the shortly is rather short. :) &lt;--- omg smiley&lt;br /&gt;5. Act FAST. While stocks last! &lt;-- wow i rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ok, you have to understand that we are all busy people. So don't take it too personally when Randy rejects you, whether he did it in a subtle manner or not. But trust me, it most probably is personal. Don't go kill yourself alright, that might make the whole world happy but we don't want you to be TOO sad. Here, courtesy of dumbthings.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you think you're having a bad day read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an ax leaving her mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born loser? Blame your parents. Researchers in Wales now say that your bad luck may be more than, well, bad luck. Professor Peter McGuffin says you may be genetically programmed to lose. "Adverse life events," says the professor, "happen more frequently" to genetically unlucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "What does the screen say now.." Person: "It says, 'Hit ENTER when ready'." Tech Support: "Well?" Person: "How do I know when it's ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That's enough stupidity to last for the few days that I'm out having fun. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116433061952338684?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116433061952338684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116433061952338684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116433061952338684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116433061952338684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/call-1800-love-peh.html' title='Call 1800-LOVE-PEH'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116416739767349700</id><published>2006-11-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:49:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In relation to vips tag, I will post a completely neutral post today ! Credit to ikaruga! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to piss people off on the bus/train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having taken public transport for the majority of my life, I've noted down various ways to irritate people within a 5 metre radius of you. After all, if people constantly irritate you, why shouldn't you irritate them back? The methods listed below does not work on every kind of passenger. Some may get irritated while others may not give a fuck. The techniques taught are from personal experience, by observing gay fucks doing various fuck shit on the buses and trains. I am not responsible for you getting your ass whooped if you try any of the discussed methods.&lt;br /&gt;1. Rest your knee on the front backrest (bus only). This is the most effective way to piss people off in the shortest amount of time. By resting your knee on the backrest, you apply subtle but noticeable pressure on the front guy's back. Usually people just get used to the pressure and ignore it. So to ramp up the irritation factor, try rocking your knees back and forth. This will cause the front guy to rock as well and will most definitely piss him off enough for him to turn around and give you death looks.&lt;br /&gt;2. iPod irritation (bus or train). Most poseur assholes these days have an iPod, and most have some sort of receiver/discman device to listen to while on the way home. The trick is to adjust the volume such that the person next to you is able to hear the faint music BUT is unable to make out the exact lyrics of the song. This will piss people off because though you're providing free music for them, they can't hear whatever the fuck it is you're listening to. And they can't shut the sound off either because the music is definitely noticeable. The best part is usually nobody will say a thing because they'd look like a pussy ass for letting music irritate them, unless they're sleeping and your noise woke them up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mobile irritation (bus or train). Another popular choice since everyone now owns a phone that can transform and cook up a meal. Even old phones can attempt this. Every phone has some sort of lame java games installed that produces ear piercing blips and beeps. Simply whip out your phone and begin playing the game in a way such that it makes the most noise. The best are the kinds of looping sounds that repeat non stop.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bell ninja (bus only). Stealthily press the Stop bell every now and then between stops without letting anyone know you're the bastard that's doing it. The constant bell tone will irritate everyone including the driver on the bus. Its an awesome bonus. Get back at the fucking uncle for taking such a long time to reach your stop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bell ninja II (bus only). This one requires timing. When the bus gets very near the next stop, press the bell stealthily and watch as the bus ebrakes and tries to stop within the bus bay. The force of the brakes will throw the passengers forward and of course piss them off. Do this enough times at various stops and watch the faces of the driver and passengers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Noisy patriotic bastard (usually but not limited to train). Works best on crowded trains when you're standing in front of the sitting passengers. Singly, whip out your phone and pretend to talk to your friend about your time in the army. Go into details about how fucked up you felt and how unreasonable blah blah blah. Nothing pisses off a person more than hearing about some young punk talking endlessly about his time in the army and making a big fucking deal over nothing. For best effect have an accomplice with you. Both of you can just drone on and on and agreeing to everything the other says. Throw in the occasional hyena laughter and watch as everyone else clenches their fist.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mat Attack (anywhere). Requires help from a few accomplices. Simply sit in a corner and talk about interesting (lurid to assholes) things like sex and porn while laughing loudly occasionally. The trick is to talk loudly enough for other passengers to hear without raising your voice. Should not be carried out in densely packed places either. People always get pissed when there's a group of shitfucks talking about sex and stuff and laughing like horny cowboys. Even those politically incorrect ones will get pissed for not being included in the 'conversation'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116416739767349700?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116416739767349700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116416739767349700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116416739767349700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116416739767349700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-relation-to-vips-tag-i-will-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116403245337752698</id><published>2006-11-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:20:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Lessons For the n00bs!</title><content type='html'>RANDY PEH U LAZY BUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of the A levels, all of us move on with life (happily). As such, another worry appears for those who aspire to be Dance Kings and Queens during Grad Night. Regardless of what school you are from, or what cca you are from, the author believes that you will greatly benefit from these dancing lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmKUqs54H2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmKUqs54H2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/37048747-116403245337752698?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116403245337752698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116403245337752698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116403245337752698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116403245337752698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance-lessons-for-n00bs.html' title='Dance Lessons For the n00bs!'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116365735941013491</id><published>2006-11-16T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:09:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping tips for aunties</title><content type='html'>They say ignorance is bliss, but i say sometimes, ignorance makes people stupid. And stupidity is uncurable. Please note that this is not an elitist post, nor am i promoting elitism. I don't advocate it, but it already exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the main point before I go tempt fate with probability in chemistry mcqs. For the purpose of education, I was trotting down the streets, or rather, the marketplace near my block this morning. As i was passing by the fruit stall, I overheard a pretty interesting conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: "These apples sweet or not huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Stallholder: "Er, ya"&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: "How much ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you avid shoppers and future aunties to be, please, take my advice and learn from her mistakes. Why would you ever ask the owner of the business whether the things that he is selling are good? And basing your decision to purchase on his reply to ur inquiries abt that is even more stupid. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMPEHZ SHOPPING TIPS (for aunties in general) &lt;br /&gt;#1 - DONT ASK THE STALLHOLDER FOR HIS OPINION OF WHAT YOU WANT TO BUY. THEY MAKE A PROFIT IF U BUY SO THEY WILL OBVIOUSLY CONVINCE U TO BUY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116365735941013491?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116365735941013491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116365735941013491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116365735941013491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116365735941013491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/shopping-tips-for-aunties.html' title='Shopping tips for aunties'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116348355169637967</id><published>2006-11-14T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:52:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the onset of examinations over the past couple of weeks, your author has had not enough time to feel bored. However, he has not forgotten about YOU. So, let me present to you the bi products of too much last minute studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define radian. &lt;-- Now if u are a hardcore DotA player, this question is going to cost u 2 marks. WHY?! Because your eyes will play tricks on you and you will read: Define RADIANCE. And hence your answer will be... Sacred Relic plus recipe thnxsggxxyyzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for people who dont take physics, here's some chemistry theory from limpehz.&lt;br /&gt;By LCP, anything in excess in the system will be removed by shifting the position of the equilibrium. So by applying LCP to real life, assuming that you have a life that is, you get some rather interesting results! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us assume that all boys have too much time and money. Hence by LCP, there the equilibrium will shift in such a way to remove this excess time and money. Depending on the type of boy involved, there are several ways of doing so. First, we have WoW and DotA. Well, that isn't REALLY a problem. Another scarier and more dangerous way of removing this excess time and money? GIRLS. Yes. You heard me right, or read me at least. Girls are God's application of LCP. So if you have too much time and money, get a girlfriend. Or play WoW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116348355169637967?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116348355169637967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116348355169637967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116348355169637967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116348355169637967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/due-to-onset-of-examinations-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116334206774628571</id><published>2006-11-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:34:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken soup for the female soul</title><content type='html'>want to know more about girls? want to understand the vagaries of their menstrual cycle? want to understand why girls are occasionally completely irrational and illogical? girls, want to know more about what is happening or has happened to your body? To dispel urban myths about PMS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, MSN comes to the rescue with &lt;a href="http://www.beinggirl.com.sg"&gt;The Must-have Handbook for Girls' Teenage Life!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116334206774628571?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116334206774628571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116334206774628571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116334206774628571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116334206774628571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/chicken-soup-for-female-soul.html' title='chicken soup for the female soul'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116310223054478398</id><published>2006-11-10T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:57:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Maybe it’s a problem…that little girls DON’T like to play games that slaughter entire planets. Maybe that’s why we are still underpaid, still struggling, still fighting for our rights. Maybe if we had the mettle to take on an entire planet, we could fight some of the smaller battles we face everyday.” - female Quake player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that little girls?? Maybe its time to face up to the fact that shopping merely makes you spend your money and waste your time buying products that you will only ever use once in your life, while sitting in front of the computer trying to learn DotA will impart unto you invaluable life skills, like killing other people for their money. And also, if you kill everyone opposing you, you win too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116310223054478398?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116310223054478398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116310223054478398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116310223054478398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116310223054478398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe-its-problemthat-little-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116297815677323648</id><published>2006-11-08T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:29:16.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To mathematicians, solutions mean finding the answers. But to chemists, solutions are things that are still all mixed up. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why my brains refuse to comprehend statistics a few hours after the end of my chemistry paper3? I don't really care actually. For the sake of amusement, I conveniently forgot the formulas that i painstakingly spent the whole night to study from thermodynamics and flipped to the Biochemistry option questions today during the paper. They looked like i could handle them. Well I guess looks can be deceiving after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people who are feeling stressed, remember that stressed is desserts spelt backwards. And to those who thought that was lame, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into his wifes bedroom with a sheep under his arm His wife looks at him with a curious expression on her face The man goes "This is the pig i've been shagging" His wife looks at him and says "That's not a pig it's a sheep" The man says....."I was talking to the sheep!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116297815677323648?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116297815677323648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116297815677323648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116297815677323648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116297815677323648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-mathematicians-solutions-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116278326005172075</id><published>2006-11-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:21:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you are good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5PdsiUhw4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5PdsiUhw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above video contains profanities that might be too hurtful to ur elitist ears. If thats the case, too bad for you. If you are fun loving and your parents arent around, just click play and listen to the best ways ive ever heard someone use vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116278326005172075?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116278326005172075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116278326005172075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116278326005172075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116278326005172075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-you-think-you-are-good.html' title='So you think you are good?'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116274076769362673</id><published>2006-11-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:37:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the apocalypse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/06-02-06-movies/Bobstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/06-02-06-movies/Bobstar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, what will we do, when girls around the world see this movie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to pt. 114 of previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of ranting about how girls obviously have it better then guys, in THIS post, I, the militant defender of women rights, will attempt to expound upon why guys have it better then girls. (I expect this will be a short entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Phone conversations are over in under 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;2) You can pack for a vacation with only one suitcase. This is mainly due to the fact that girls require a different outfit for every conceivable occasion, even conceiving. (I still can't believe there is a line of clothing called maternity wear)&lt;br /&gt;3) You don't need to worry about people looking up your skirt. (most girls don't have to as well, on account of their fat thighs)&lt;br /&gt;4) You wear 3 articles of clothing, compared to a possible 5 to 6 for girls.&lt;br /&gt;5) Your hairstyle stays in fashion for decades.&lt;br /&gt;6) Blood tends to stay in your body rather then come out every month, which may potentially attract vampires&lt;br /&gt;7) When you say something, you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;8) Gray hair and good suits = distinguished. Nice dresses on old women = no.&lt;br /&gt;9) The only thing you worry about when you see food is if it tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;10)You won't wear revealing clothes and then worry that people are staring at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116274076769362673?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116274076769362673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116274076769362673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116274076769362673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116274076769362673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/apocalypse.html' title='the apocalypse'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116271091609110862</id><published>2006-11-05T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:15:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would that we call a girl by any other name still be as much a waste of time</title><content type='html'>This contribution to militant feminism was started in the latter half 2000 by gssq for various reasons, among them being boredom, surfeit of time, sheer boliao-ness and disgust at the feminist movement. It might sound stereotyped, but cliches persist and endure because they are often true. Contrary to popular belief, this list was compiled through observation, interviews, research and contributions; list items were not made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments / Contributions are heartily welcome so I can correct, elaborate on and expand this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: However this list may sound, I am neither a MCP nor a misogynist, supporting and believing in gender equality. I also condone many of the items listed here and even indulge in some myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Items on this list may be indulged in by males as well, and not all apply to all females. I believe that males are screwed up as well, albeit in a different way. The second part of the list's name is Kairen's suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the phone / gossiping / talking / whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Makeup and accessories - hair (wearing hairbands around their necks and letting their hair flop around their eyes - I mean I don't care if your hair is in your eyes... but if you have a hairband, wear it!), bodily or other (eg pets, possessions and other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping, especially window - and most especially for things they don't want, just for the thrill of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a) Bargaining for the sake of bargaining, even when the price is already very low - "a man is someone who pays $2 for a $1 item he wants. a woman is someone who pays $1 for a $2 item she doesn't want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. b) Spending 3 hours and $5 in fuel/transport fees to travel to some sub-urban warehouse to save $0.30 on toilet paper because it is "cheap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sighing, obsessing (eg: omg what did he mean when he said: 'I'm going to sleep'?!! how?!what&lt;br /&gt;dossit mean?!!") or giggling about crushes / doing other requisite things with sighing - 6 hours compared to guys' 5 minutes for the works / writing stories involving them &amp; their crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair (includes blowjobs on wet/dry hair and styling, playing and accessorising, rebonding, hair extensions, perming/using curlers, cutting it whenever they undergo some great emotional change / trauma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nails (manicure, filing, buffing, embossing, painting with horrid colours, drawing of measle-like dots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shaving (or other forms of hair removal - waxing, tweezing, hair removal cream or laser), especially regretful when not done thoroughly, leaving 'shadow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Reading the surfeit of redundant, gushy, sex-obsessed, overpriced, sappy and soppy girly and self-improvement magazines on the market which just make them feel yet more inadequate, starting a vicious circle which leads to more purchases of said mags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Daydreaming (aka fantasising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Cute" stuff (real or contrived) - including dolls, origami, soft toys and fads (Tare Panda - on drugs and squashed by a steamroller, Hello Kitty - no mouth, Powerpuff Girls - sickly 'sweet' voices reminiscent of the smell of decaying flesh, Qoo drink's mascot - one ear, Disgusting Chick [Groovy Chick] stationery etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Colour coding / decorating things (esp those with obsessive compulsive disorder) - writing their names on their notes in fanciful fonts / Doodling / vandalising friends' notes with flowers etc / sparkles on handphone screens? / Squirting fabric paint on the insides of their belt/shoes/bag/lockers/files/whatever they get their hands and fabric paint on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. a) Decorating their possessions endlessly with various loud, garish and distasteful patterns, getting upset at their prior work when their moods change with the movement of various heavenly bodies, then trying to cover or eradicate all traces of their previous attempts and start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. b) Drawing cute pictures (flowers, cartoons, hearts, etc...) on each other's body parts (tighs, legs, hands, arms, palms, neck, face, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. irc/icq/M$N/chat/Friendster (so desperate NS guys can ogle at their pictures)/other internet communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. a) Compulsive email forwarding syndrome, especially "cute", "sweet" or "meaningful" ones, where the probability of forwarding rises with the attachments' size, stupidity and/or how annoying they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Long baths / long times in bathrooms, in addition to long changing times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Little notes on sparkly perfumed light purple paper with fluorescent pink ink, decorated with various grotesque shapes and entities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Perfecting printed handwriting (usually small / invisible) / writing in 'cute' font (or 6 different colours and pen tip sizes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Silly and incomprehensible jokes/antics on guys (even other girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Giggling or laughing at everything and nothing / squealing (sometimes like small girls) (even over vegetables?) / yelping / screaming / shrieking (eg playing ball games - when they catch/throw the ball, when the ball comes near/almost hits them, when insects come near) / jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. a) Entering into interminable giggling fits with other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ogling "cute" guys (often squealing) - In NJC, bored girls rate guys coming out of the toilets : '0', '10', '-5,', 'hopeless'. Sometimes, if they're bored they say the ratings out loud so the guys can hear / admiring other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. comparing br****s, legs, hips, butts, waistlines and figures, and boyfriends' penis sizes when older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. romance novels / sappy movies (giving girls false ideas about sex and love, leading to future disappointment and pain, being cheated on by AC guys and making them extremely screwed up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Looking in the mirror / pretending that they're very chio (pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. a) Complaining about their body parts eg thighs are too fat, arms too big etc, when they stand in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. "Nice" stuff as gifts for others which invariably takes a long time to make / staying up until 5 am to make little 'thank you' cards for everyone in their cca/class/both/everyone they know.. half of which get tucked into a corner and forgotten/throw away and trashed anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Extended periods of time locked in the bedroom performing unspeakable acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Being fussy with food / destroying their digestive systems - being anorexic (3 fishballs for a meal!?), protein diet, prolonged detox, bingeing, sharing portions of food meant for 1 person with 1 or 2 other anorexic girls (eg 5 girls sharing 1 muffin), eating very often but very little each time, starving themselves for months at a time and then pigging out during sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Beautification - real or psychological (exfoliating scrub, toner, blue tracing paper [aka blotting paper], face/skin lightening cream, facials, nail polish, bust enhancement/implants, eyebrow shaping, revealing clothes, various other varieties of snake oil) and then feeling offended and objectified when men look at them admiringly. Either that or trying to look like a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Cooking (often not finishing the food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. a) Baking cakes/cookies/pastry and then complaining about how they're so lousy at it while the boys wolf everything up double quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Holding hands while waving and skipping / bouncing / bounding around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. a) Holding another girl's hand and swinging it up and down repeatedly, like a swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Whining / fretting that they're fat / look fat / have a big butt (despite weighing 30 kgs and eating less than a Somali on a diet) and professing to be willing to enter Obedience School (BMT) to shed the 23kg that I did, regardless of its horrors, while constantly reassuring other distraught girls that they themselves are stick-thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. a) Engaging in solipsistic arguments about how they're hungry but don't want to gain weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. b) Whining / fretting that they're ugly or have too many pimples while saying all their friends are pretty (even if they aren't in the first place; this is also done so by association they'll be considered pretty too) - in reality it's just a perverse game they play so people - especially distressed boyfriends - will assure them that they truly do look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. c) Deluding themselves into thinking that they're pretty or sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. b) i) Constantly complaining that they are inferior and stuff about low-self esteem, but blowing up when you say something that is true about their weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Sparkle / milky / scented pens (sometimes with weird things attached to the end) / glitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. a) Conducting a pen parade - Laying out all their pens according to colour, brand, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Deciding what to wear (esp considering outfit + shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Spending enormous amounts of time in front of music shops gazing at posters of the latest "cute" Jap singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Devising lists to contribute to militant chauvinism / other acts against the dominant "oppressive" social order / being chauvinist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Spending hours in their rooms struggling with a needle and thread trying to raise the hem of their school skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Acting cute (often failing, sometimes grossing people out) eg making baby noises, pouting, posing etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Taking endless repetitive character/personality tests or quizzes (or some other form of evaluation), sometimes more than once, despite their patent lack of predictive or explanatory value / evaluating their psyche / going for therapy and/or psychoanalysis to assuage their insecurities and bring some grounding into their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Fashion [disasters] (butt-hugging, butt-cheek-revealing hot shorts!!!, very short, ankle or even heel revealing hot socks, midriff baring outfits, especially when they are chubby, all manner of garish coloured outfits, appalingly coloured/designed sports bras, those horrible head scarfs [bandanas], gigantic hoop earrings, ghastly accessories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Gushing over "touching" and/or "romantic" (read: mushy) stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Games involving one or more of the following: co-operation, co-ordination, hand movements and clapping. And inevitably, lots of giggling. (Eg: Strawberry Shortcake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. a) Playing games involving slapping/biting with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Compulsive photo-taking / photo-sticker disorder (Group shots in buses [2S06A'01], Andrew Gan eating a sundae pie, their meals [possibly to count calories and keep themselves going when they're starving themselves], group shots in the toilet, more than 40 pictures from just sitting at Raffles City's Starbucks for an hour), exchanging pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. a) Self-taken pictures of themselves / themselves and their friends in funny poses when they're pretending that they're very pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Flirting with each other and generally acting completely lesbian when exclusively in the company of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. a) Touching / pulling / hugging / leading each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Taking unearthly amounts of time to perform unspeakable acts in the toilet, usually together with other girls in toilet outings, and waiting for everyone to be done before leaving; in the meantime doing dumb things like splashing water, mashing toilet paper to throw on the ceilings, sometimes adding enough water to make them fall on their friends ('only netball girls do that'), gossiping and bitching endlessly and coming out hyperventilating and taking group photos; as a result of which, they waste 5 times as much time queuing for toilets as men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. a) Trying to perfect the art of hover pissing because of the erroneous fear that they will catch something if they sit on the toilet seat. In the end they take three times as long but still end up dirtying the toilet seat (encouraging yet more women to hover-piss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. b) Freshening up every 10 minutes even where there is no need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. c) Shower outings because they're afraid that they'll be eaten by grues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Obsessing over trivialities (and getting angry over minor perceived transgressions) / being overly sensitive or petty (eg girls having a spat amongst themselves about how they shouldn't be friends because so-and-so didn't give so-and-so a Valentine's Day present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. a) Breaking up perfectly good friendships over some minor, trivial issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Talking about / Shopping for extra clothes to fill the already burgeoning closet(s) / shoes to topple the overloaded shoe racks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Drawing up elaborate lists detailing their "ideal" man, including in them qualities such as "sensitive", "thoughtful", "caring" and "good listener" (ie They want a "nice guy") and exchanging them with other similarly emotionally disturbed girls, then falling head over heels in love with the first jerk, alpha male or lying bastard (ie The antithesis) who comes along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. a) Describing their ideal man to their Intellectual Whore, not realising they're describing him to a tee, then going for jerks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. b) Swearing to hate all guys forevermore after the latest jerk has cheated on them, then going for another jerk on their rebound anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. c) Confusing the hell out of all the men interested in them - what women want, what women say they want and what women think they want aren't always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Being racked with indecision, vacillating constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Writing notes to people they already talk to (and/or see) everyday, often on free postcards, even if they are right next to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Hugging files to their bosoms tightly (sometimes closing their eyes and shaking to and fro when they think no one is looking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Practicing inane actions that they think make them attractive to boys, eg. Blinking, fluttering eyelids, batting eyelashs, sucking in their cheeks, swaying their hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Breaking down inexplicably, taking the rest of their clique with them / "happy also cry, sad also cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Being squeamish over the littlest things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Boybands (ogling, fantasising, singing their songs, making fun of them [for those not totally caught up])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Taking forever to eat but never finishing their food (because they're full, on a diet, have played with their food till it becomes inedible or are multi-tasking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Coming up with and struggling to keep to diet plans which they don't need in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Dotting their 'i's and 'j's with hearts and circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Carrying around a surfeit of stationery - eg 30 of the funny highlighter pens with a marker on one side, and a pen on the other / owning about a million bags + pencil cases + wallets (purses) + handphone covers to match their mood/clothes/bedsheets/room color/menstrual flow and what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Naming/giving life to their stuff (eg sweaters, female figures on carousels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Talking / complaining about their periods (according to Melvin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Talking about virginity and also on the subject of losing it - when (also according to Melvin) (confirmed by a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Talking about guys&lt;br /&gt;60. Getting presents for people for the most trivial reasons / occasions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Playing with each other's hair (One day in the RJ canteen, I saw some J2s girls: one's hair was being braided into 2 pigtails by 3 others and 4 spectators looked on), bouncing or tugging fringes and ponytails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. In RGS, the girls watch sunrises through school windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Carrying around [miniscule] [hand]bags which can barely hold anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Complaining about guys and expecting them to be as screwed up as they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Playing the guessing game, leading to mutual hurt, distrust and vituperation:&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm pissed with you&lt;br /&gt;B: What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;A: If you don't know what's wrong, I shan't tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Discussing weird stuff eg whether they sleep naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Attaching bells, mini-soft toys or assorted dangling things to their bags, ankles or mobile phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hurting or mutilating themselves when they're stressed, bored, depressed or have just been dumped (pricking, cutting and the like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Talking about those inanely pervasive soap(opera)s. The type that can get really confusing if you don't watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Faking cramps so they don't have to do PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. a) In pinafored schools, faking that they're not wearing a bra so they don't have to do PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Being kiddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Acting Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. a) Being butch to gain popularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Fawning over babies / animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Quarrelling/catfight/"friendly bickering" over stupid pens or the like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Moving in pairs (sometimes packs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Getting green eyed when they see a prettier girl, pretending to fawn on her and later backstabbing her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Reading/watching Yaoi (and other sorts of manga and anime) and writing fan fiction (usually slash) and drawing fan art, despite Japs being portrayed as either mindless, brooding or psychotic (or a combination of the above) (This entry is specifically dedicated to Yaoi Girl :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Nagging persistently (exemplified by most grandmothers and mothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Trying to matchmake their friends (most popular among those already attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Being insecure and paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. In St Margaret's, the girls make a game of ripping each other's ties off, thus releasing the zips of the blouses which fall some way, depending on how hard the ties are pulled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Professing their love to each other and asking their friends if they love them too. If their friends say no, they get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. a) Forming families with a mother, father, brother, sister, hubby, darling, maid, pet turtle, pet dog, pet cat, neighbour, sister in law and brother in law and such because they were emotionally abused as children and need a support network, where one's role is dependent on one's looks/behavior/sexual orientation. Eg dogs whine and cats are annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Having a compulsive, morbid fascination with the colour Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cakes and pictures and more cakes and more pictures at every juncture/occasion/whatever reason they can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Forming cliques and swearing loyalty, then chatting and screaming and talking about their boyfriends so loudly anyone can hear them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Complaining they have no money and then blowing 50 bucks on new clothes that they don't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Spending hours and hours cutting and pasting pictures of their friends and pasting them into collages in their folders... Then throwing them away to start a new collage again, destroying perfectly good pictures of people in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Mutilating/wasting their diaries when they change their boyfriend and can't stand seeing their ex boyfriend's name in the diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Making people wait. And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Practicing being/pretending to be ignorant about certain things (usually involving dirty work: changing tyres, light-bulbs, etc) so that guys will be duped into helping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. a) Waiting for help to arrive rather than helping themselves: when guys are around, suddenly being incapable of doing the simplest things for themselves at all, eg getting a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Reading lists like this so they can flame the author :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. a) Write extensive rants about lists they were offended by, such as this one, nitpicking each and every sentence with spelling/grammar-error filled rebuttals such as "omg ur teh fagit cos u hate womyn", and "men ar like soooooooooooooooo dum". Often, the rants end up being much longer than the list itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Walking ridiculously slowly, often being distracted by frivolous/trivial things along the way, and so ending up taking twice as long to do something as is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Singing nonsensical little ditties that they make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Making either a) pastel coloured blogs with lots of pictures of cute stuffed toys and hearts, exclamation marks, animated gifs/marquees, horrific grammar and observations about boys who are "very cuuuutte... but mi scared to tok to him lor.. nvr see b4... teeheehee" or b) pastel or red-and-black blogs with strange titles on each entry "lace bleeding along my thighs" / "whimsical rhapsodies playing in my cranium" and general moody bitching that comes straight ouf ot a Tori Amos song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Taking neoprints of themselves and their friends in every possible factorial combination. (eg. 3 friends will take 6 neoprints to represent all the possible positions - ABC, ACB, BAC, BCA, CAB, CBA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. a) Pasting said neoprints all over their calculators and files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Spending hundreds of dollars to change their hairstyle to make them look completely different and then getting offended when people don't recognise them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Spending that much extra time to ensure that every inch of their handphone covers are festooned with neoprints and hello kitty stickers, configuring true tunes for individual callers, downloading logos, only to replace their phone a month later, usually on parents/boyfriend's largesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Watching patiently and nodding as you explain to them how to perform IT related tasks such as burning things onto CDs or configuring desktop settings, and saying "yes i know" to your repeated admonitions, only to call you for help the very second you're out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Spending all their time making lucky chatterboxes/flower games/lotus flowers/Guan Yin Ma's Seat /cootie catcher (those folding things we played with as kids, the ones which usually have some "fortune" written on a petal and you open and close it to some jingle and then pick one petal to "open"?) - actually writing all the fortunes themselves and then getting pissed off when they pick one they didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. An unending preoccupation with marriage/fantasising about marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. a) Adopting the last name of each new boyfriend that comes along and writing it all over notebooks and folders in nothing other than sparkle pens and girly fonts etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. b) Adopting their favourite celeb's name - Mrs Carter was in for 5 years, and Mrs Di'Caprio for 2, even using them on the radio, and coming up with names for their kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Reading tabloids and/or watching celebrity shows, making lengthy discussions about them as though they were breakthroughs in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Plotting tactics for winning arguments with men. But wait a minute. Men never do the talking in the arguments anyway, nor do they start them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Watching taped episodes of reality TV shows, sometimes pausing the scenes to "capture the essence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Buying and listening to "music" made by the latest popstar on MTV, BET, VH1, Disney, or other mind-rotting TV channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Arguing with people over their taste in music, because the other party listens to a music genre they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Buying expensive or exotic food that they will not eat, and arguing with anyone who finally eats the food because they "planned on eating it later".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Spending in excess of 100 dollars on soaps, lotions, and bathroom ornaments that can be easily bought at a local dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Signing up for credit cards, using them all up on fashion and other useless junk, and crying about having no money to pay back the loan sharks who call them regularly. Then they'll still blow their income on said fashion and useless junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Making expansive hand gestures repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Imputing undue importance to certain essentially meaningless dates (eg First pet's death anniversary, conjunction of certain designated heavenly bodies, day and time of first hickey given by boyfriend), then kicking up a big fuss if they are not adequately commemorated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. a) Imputing undue importance to certain essentially meaningless facts about themselves (eg Volume of flow, crests of biorhythms, favourite texture of parquet), then kicking up a big fuss if they are not remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Analysing and cross-analysing in excruciating detail the words and actions of others, often reading into them implicit meanings that don't actually exist, and seeing daggers where there are none (which explains why girls like to do Literature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Using PMS and their gender as excuses to get things/get away with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Talking in great detail about menstrual cycles and the like, just to gross guys out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. The adoration of boys who look like girls. See F4, 5566, Orlando Bloom as Legolas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. a) A subset of this is reading Japanese manga where the males are distinguishable only by their slightly narrower eyes and wider jaws. And inevitably, these manga will feature falling flower petals and sparkling eyes at some point or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Being fag hags. If a girl is a fag hag, she will start up on every single straight-identifying man in the vicinity by asking loaded questions like, "Come on. Would you sleep with a guy if you really had to?" and then proclaiming they are either gay and/or in denial. Then she'll start matchmaking even straight guys together. See: Yaoi/slash fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. a) Being a fag hag hopelessly in love with a gay man, and gushing about him all the time to her gal pals who think she's crazy... while rejecting advances from straight guys and then complaining she cant get a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Being passive-aggressive. "I'm not mad at you. Really. ...WTF YOU ARE SO ANNOYING OMG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Making fun of guys who indulge in anything from the above list. And using metrosexual as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Dabbing and shaking off the salt from french fries because otherwise it's "too fattening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Entering Pavlovian fits of ecstasy when they see a food they like (eg Brownies, Takopachi, Cheescake, Tiramisu), then, after gorging on them, complaining about weight gain and the need to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Keeping letters in their wallets. Loveletters, friend letters, secret letters. They're all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Finding (often lame) reasons to meet up with each other to reaffirm their sacred feminine bond of friendship by giggling at cute waiters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. Laughing at really lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Whining about men not being chivalrous or gentlemanly while refusing to conform to archaic and sexist notions of proper gender behavior themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Using physical appearance as a proxy for self-worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. a) Assuming others use their physical appearance as proxies for their valuations of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Asking their significant others questions which have no right answer. eg "Am I fat?", "Does my butt look big in this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Living life by the adage: 'If you have it, flaunt it. If you don't, bitch about those who do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Peppering stupid symbols such as "&lt;3" and "%" all over blogs and tagboard messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Backstabbing other girls and then later complaining that they hate backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Holding grudges against other girls for half their lifetimes over petty issues like forgetting to flush the toilet; women are like elephants - they never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Writing/reading fanfiction to vicariously live out their fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Appending "-ie and -y" to everyone's names, nouns, random objects. such as "debbie, dawnie, sabby, joey" and "classie, doggie, baggie" to be cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116271091609110862?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116271091609110862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116271091609110862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116271091609110862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116271091609110862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-that-we-call-girl-by-any-other.html' title='would that we call a girl by any other name still be as much a waste of time'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116269610621614507</id><published>2006-11-05T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:08:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men VS Women</title><content type='html'>And if you think I am wrong, here are some supporting evidence of society's unfairness towards us MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men VS Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race, you are a male chauvinist pig; if you stay home and do the housework, you're a pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work too hard, there is never time for her; if you don’t work enough, you’re a good-for-nothing bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a boring, repetitive job with low pay, it’s exploitation; if you have a boring repetitive job with low pay, you should get off your rear and find something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a promotion ahead of her, it’s favoritism; if she gets a job ahead of you, it’s equal opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mention how nice she looks, it’s sexual harassment. If you keep quiet, it’s male indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cry, you’re a wimp; if you don’t, you’re insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a decision without consulting her, you’re a chauvinist. If she makes a decision without consulting you, she’s a liberated woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask her to do something she doesn’t enjoy, that’s domination. If she asks you, it’s a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear, you are a pervert. If you don’t, you are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape, you are sexist. If you don’t, you are unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to keep yourself in shape, you are vain. If you don’t, you are a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy her flowers, you are after something. If you don’t, you are not thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re proud of your achievements, you are full of yourself. If you’re not, you have no ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a headache, she is tired; if you have a headache, you are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want it too often, you are oversexed. If you don’t, you’re gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gene Simmons&lt;br /&gt;Sex, Money, Kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116269610621614507?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116269610621614507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116269610621614507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116269610621614507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116269610621614507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/men-vs-women.html' title='Men VS Women'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116269594154273119</id><published>2006-11-05T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:05:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I ARE TEH JAPANESE MAN!"</title><content type='html'>Taka: Japanese men do not help with this&lt;br /&gt;Algren: [grabs firewood basket] I am not Japanese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is an exchange that happens in The Last Samurai, when Algren (Tom Cruise) sees Taka carrying a heavy firewood basket and rushes forward to help her. The setting was 1876, abt 130 years ago. Fast forward to modern day Japan. I'm sure Japanese men STILL do not help with that. However, I think that the reason has changed. They are too busy watching anime and reading manga, being otaku [nerds]. And the people who "am not Japanese", well, they continued helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? YOU DONT BELIEVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you. If ure a girl, look beside you at ur boyfriend. If you are a guy, look at yourself or the guy beside you who has a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of firewood baskets, we they have evolved, like all living things in nature, and now... we carry these.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.extremegear.com/general_images/try_accessories1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.extremegear.com/general_images/try_accessories1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, some of our girlfriends don't even carry nice bags like these. And in response to the govt's constant call for a higher birthrate, let me ask them a question. Where got time? We're busy carrying handbags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, next time your girlfriend hands you her handbag, push her away gently and say: "I ARE TEH JAPANESE MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The above words represent the author's ranting and he does not care whether you agree with him. If you don't, you are most probably wrong. If you agree, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116269594154273119?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116269594154273119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116269594154273119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116269594154273119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116269594154273119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-are-teh-japanese-man.html' title='&quot;I ARE TEH JAPANESE MAN!&quot;'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116263002583591604</id><published>2006-11-04T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:53:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irrelevance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/hugtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so irresistably cute lah please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today we commemorate one of the greatest occasions in human history, for today is the day that is after the day that is two days before tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/6/6a/Apple_pie_chart.jpg/220px-Apple_pie_chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today, the apple pie chart: A winning presentation. The above-shown apple pie chart was shown in a presentation by AppleBee's to the FDA in a bid to convince FDA on the nutritional value of their apple pies. However, the FDA representative was quick to admonish on AppleBee's misrepresentation of statistics, and personally reduced the figures from the original 50% to the current 25%, as shown in the apple pie chart. Hope this helps you for your upcoming maths A levels! and klarissa teh my inequalities notes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116263002583591604?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116263002583591604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116263002583591604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116263002583591604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116263002583591604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/irrelevance.html' title='irrelevance'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048747.post-116260573792088235</id><published>2006-11-04T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:02:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An apple a day keeps the doctor away??!?</title><content type='html'>I dont know why we chose this title for our blog but i suppose it has something to do with mr peh's obsession with cats and such. While most people are counting down to their freedom (aka end of As), I am counting down to the end of my freedom instead. In case you haven't found out, I will be undergoing the SAF Weightloss programme from 8th dec. Maybe I'll even become their spokesman after that. Right. But that's not the main point of my ceaseless ranting. Let's take a look at one of the old cliches that we've heard since we were teeny weeny young toddlers.. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Now there might seem to be nothing wrong in that, and it might even sound true. But being the scientifically and mathematically trained student I am, I decided to test the null hypothesis by eating only an apple a day and nothing else, as the statement suggests. I will not bog you down by showing you the detailed workings. It will suffice for you to know that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN APPLE A DAY.... MAKES THE FATS GO AWAY, with 95% confidence interval too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: The author does not encourage the above actions as a healthy way of losing weight. However, if you are already unhealthy to start with, there is no harm in trying it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37048747-116260573792088235?l=limpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/116260573792088235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37048747&amp;postID=116260573792088235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116260573792088235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37048747/posts/default/116260573792088235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limpehz.blogspot.com/2006/11/apple-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='An apple a day keeps the doctor away??!?'/><author><name>sheefoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
