<?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-13230663</id><updated>2011-06-23T06:56:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tbark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114628872504229699</id><published>2006-04-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:32:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Milk?</title><content type='html'>Have a sudden craving for milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have had two consecutive weeks riddled with countless 'night-off's. Caught Firewall and The Inside Man. Firewalls a B-grade but Inside Man came close to entering my list of fav movies if not for the uneventful ending sequence.  (I want my bloody turban!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perpetual state of disbelief. I'm flying off tmr morning?! Won't be back for close to a month. No more local fare. No more waking up at 0530... daybreaks at 0430 there... Cookhouse food replaced by .... yet to see what a bunch of NSF 'ah-beng'ish amatuer cooks can whip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard some pre-recorded msg by PAP wailing throughout the neighbourhood. And some kid, around the age of 12 was under my block blasting the party going "Stupid PAP! Shuddup LaH! You @#$%!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days... tsk tsk -shakes head in dismay-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did their object of hate change from the notorious "Weekend Homework" to the People's Action Party?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into politics. But from what i've seen in the news lately, the opposition doesn't seem to have much of a chance. With that SDP dude making so many dumb accusations, think all the opposing parties have lost credibility in the eyes of those who aren't politically enlightened, that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew exactly how many opposing parties there are.. still don't ...and frankly speaking... don't give a shit. Just like many of my fellow computer-gaming, Greenday-listening, slacking peers of average intelligence, I really can't be bothered with politics for a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I know they're dumb reasons but as i mentioned before... I'm politically unenlightened...&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it just isn't a really cool subject. (no offence Blue Van)&lt;br /&gt;For someone my age, you don't just start a conversation about politics anytime unless your job calls for it, you're one of those brilliant fellas in the youth arm of a party or you wanna impress someone really bad...&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, even if I desperately wanted to impress someone with political savvyness, it'd mean i'd have to do some research. We're just too lazy for our own good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the govt should replace Moral Education in schools with Basics of Politics. They say that the youth in S'pore are oblivious to the political scene. I say drop Moral Ed... it's useless anyway... can't rem anything that was taught.. can't even rem WHEN we were taught that... was it pri sch? But I DO rem that ME lessons were periods of R&amp;R... our minds would just switch off and we'd just stare blindly at the overzealous teacher like sleepy zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i mentioned the opposition doesn't have a chance?&lt;br /&gt;They don't wear white. It makes one appear honest. Like you've nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;The opposition always looks so desperate. They go around frantically handing out pamphlets, shouting slogans, making a mockery of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. i know... you have a grudge and have some points to communicate to the public but you could do so in a more professional, stylised manner. Maybe donning a tux, hiring a professional image consultant and getting makeovers would do you some good...&lt;br /&gt;The critics might say that your party's just a big show and there's nothing credible behind the black suit but you've got to remember that it's the politically unenlightened, middleclass, non-critique-reading, can't-be-bothered-bout-anything-but-our-bread-and-butter youth that will eventually hold the most votes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;may all be bullshit to those really into politics.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114628872504229699?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114628872504229699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114628872504229699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114628872504229699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114628872504229699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-milk.html' title='Got Milk?'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114624160287348285</id><published>2006-04-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:30:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>Flying off to Taiwan on sunday morning. Have a vague idea of what to expect. From briefings i've had so far, have a a rather bad impression of the country though. No portable water, lousy flushing systems, jerks who deliberately walk along roads with plenty of blind spots with the intention of getting run over so they can subsequently squeeze every penny out of the poor driver for compensation. What's there to buy in Taiwan? Is taiwanese culture similar to that of Singapore's chinese? What should i get as souveniers? been asking myself these questions. Was with Shawn at the money changers today. Think i'll probably be spending most of the 'ren min bi' on gifts. I don't really earn alot so i'm just getting my relatives stuff. If you do get anything, it's probably cheap and you should consider yourself lucky... lucky that i found something worth buying in bloody Taiwan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a drag. Spent the morning listening to briefings. The rest of the day was spent cleaning the bunk, slacking and basically waiting for dinner. We were supposed to book out around 3 but the CQ screwed up and indented dinner by accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114624160287348285?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114624160287348285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114624160287348285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114624160287348285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114624160287348285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114577947699996143</id><published>2006-04-23T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:04:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't find my camera cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My room's in a mess. Can't find my camera cable. Have a cold. Slept alot today. Wish everyday was that relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/03Apple_Date-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DATE ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/05Out-of-Order.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GUY: Mommy I don't have to go potty anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIRL: hmmm... I'm in a warm spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/chef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!@*&amp;#!  Someone glued eyebrows to my hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Monalisa0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/Monalisa0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where are my eyebrows?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebubbleproject.com"&gt;www.thebubbleproject.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114577947699996143?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114577947699996143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114577947699996143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114577947699996143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114577947699996143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-find-my-camera-cable.html' title='Can&apos;t find my camera cable'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114396505737172585</id><published>2006-04-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:04:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my shopping list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/FB9B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/T3B.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/T3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Atticus tee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vans Tony Trujillo III &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vans Take No Heroes Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114396505737172585?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114396505737172585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114396505737172585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114396505737172585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114396505737172585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-my-shopping-list.html' title='On my shopping list'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114395412966645960</id><published>2006-04-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:02:09.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo gallery</title><content type='html'>For all the pictures i take, &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/tbarkp"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/tbarkp&lt;/a&gt; It's easier like this then sending them to you personally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114395412966645960?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114395412966645960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114395412966645960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114395412966645960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114395412966645960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/photo-gallery.html' title='Photo gallery'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114395343920844314</id><published>2006-04-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:50:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for retirement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/retirement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/400/retirement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for retirement...&lt;br /&gt;Dream of a home with a glass encased balcony. I'd relax on my easy chair, sip my home-made smoothie, listen to Oasis while watching the rain fall randomly on the glass ceiling. Pure indulgence...&lt;br /&gt;Once again i'm waiting to book in. Our weekends are simply too short.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 'Sway' by Liz Phair.&lt;br /&gt;Have a slightly runny nose now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pick up some stuff from ntuc later. Chips, lunch and some cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;So much is spent on snacks now...&lt;br /&gt;Getting my next pay in 8 days time.&lt;br /&gt;Army life is such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;They should play some radio in camp.&lt;br /&gt;Route marches would be so much easier with Lenny Krevitz or Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;Nightsnacks of pizza and rootbeer would be great morale boosters.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for all this to end.&lt;br /&gt;Want my Life back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114395343920844314?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114395343920844314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114395343920844314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114395343920844314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114395343920844314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting-for-retirement.html' title='Waiting for retirement.'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-114336397578144798</id><published>2006-03-26T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:06:15.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee addict</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jack Johnson's 'Sitting, Waiting, Wishing'...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting infront of e screen.. waiting for my creative engines to churn out something for me to type.. trying hard but to no avail.. -knocks head- ahh... Wish i didn't have to return to camp in a couple of hours time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very tired... could fall asleep playing DOTA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really long week in camp. Had a longer week before that week. The week ahead's gonna be worse. Can't concentrate in camp. In a perpetual state of 'blurrness' everyday. Have that feeling you get before a flu every now and then. No matter how much i try, can't seem to catch what people are saying. It's like my rate of deciphering lines in a conversation has drastically dropped. NS has Zombified me.&lt;br /&gt;~A cup of coffee a day keeps the Z monster away... and the sergeants off your back~&lt;br /&gt;Not crazy over the taste of coffee.. Love the aroma though.. 2 cups in the morning does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some pictures from months ago when i had my much needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/DSCN2861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/DSCN2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/DSCN2866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personalised watermanship training. Teaching 'Bulldog' how to doggy paddle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/DSCN2880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personalised Water Confidence course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Listening to Michael Buble's 'Home'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back in camp, the lyrics ring constantly in my head at night just before i knock off... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-114336397578144798?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/114336397578144798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=114336397578144798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114336397578144798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/114336397578144798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2006/03/coffee-addict.html' title='Coffee addict'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112883745732865778</id><published>2005-10-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:46:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="b277f18a"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9cb24fb5"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks so gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my new hair... courtesy of aunties who cut your hair for 2 bucks &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks so les... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I POPed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 13 weeks of perpetual torture, humiliation and sai-kang have ended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now for the next phase... more torture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More sleepless nights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pushups...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least i can console myself with the fact that i'll be getting a new menu... and hopefully bunkmates who don't snore at 2 in the morning to the tune of 'Smells like teen spirit' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got kinda cranky during my stay... think it was probably the food....  or maybe the lack thereof... it did something to our heads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 shirts were designed for my company.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my opinion... think even the most fashionably impaired ah-beng would find the designs disgustingly distasteful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One's a black polo tee with some yellow bad-excuse-for-modern-art-design at the right hand corner... has an uncannily striking resemblace of a Macdonalds cashier's attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other is hideous beyond description...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One meets all kinds of people in the army... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some come with bad attitudes and senseless aggression = the ah-beng wannabes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some come with blatantly fake foreign accents and dumb hand gestures = the Ang Moh wannabes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some deliberately lower the tone of their voices and try to present an aura of superiority (like Stalone in his movies)= the Officer wannabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not everyone's so fake though... those who don't give a shit as to where their going tend to be more honest with you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112883745732865778?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112883745732865778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112883745732865778&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112883745732865778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112883745732865778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/10/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112609955923350011</id><published>2005-09-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:15:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going off tmr... Lots of things have happened these past few days... have been out everyday and now i'm shagged... have been eating out alot and i'm kinda sick of good food now... -slaps forehead- don't really care bout going in... just hope i don't mess up... Thank you everyone for all the tips and advice... thanks for all the msgs of encouragement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i survive the 2 weeks.... but if i don't......&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: you get my skates...&lt;br /&gt;Andy: my deck of cards.. -does murder impression-&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: you get my taboo cards..&lt;br /&gt;Blue van: you get my camera...&lt;br /&gt;Cal: you get my ibanez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daryl: guitar pick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Debbie: you get the 50 bucks gavin owes me.... and btw...tell him i'm gonna haunt him...&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: my Bible..&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: my pink wrist band.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Dillion: a pat on the back because you're in it too.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Donald: you get my movie ticket stub collection.. heh&lt;br /&gt;Emerald: you get my cd collection...&lt;br /&gt;Jane: you get my laptop bag... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janis: you get my dead bird tee shirts! hah! .... and the kit kat i owe u...&lt;br /&gt;Julienne: you get the punk wrist band...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joce: you get my bike...&lt;br /&gt;Joel Lim: u get my Marvel card collection...&lt;br /&gt;Joel Boh: you get my book collection... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running out of stuff to give away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matt: you get my wallet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mich: you get my keyboard haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick: thanks for the watch. you get my Risk set...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paul: the bottle of wine in the fridge... room warming gift..&lt;br /&gt;Paul [yag]: more dead bird t-shirts just in case Janis doesnt wear hers.. you can tease her. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pearly: don't think i have anything u'd like... my guitar book?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: you get my blue guitar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon: you get my cook book...&lt;br /&gt;Shuhui: you get my phone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stacy: you get my wrist warmers and stuff... all urs...&lt;br /&gt;Ter: my memory verse card. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[edit] Trisha: give you something? but i dont want to..... =x&lt;br /&gt;Tai Vie: my computer..&lt;br /&gt;Teng Ngan: my laptop! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xinyi: my cd player..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For everyone else... it's not that i forgot bout yall... i just don't much to give away... you get to rummage through my stuff like a flee market for whatever... it's like some buffet -italian hand gesture- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for the first day to be over... can't wait till everything in there's monotonous and routine... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think i look stupid in the black specs... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye sanity... hello free gym&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112609955923350011?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112609955923350011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112609955923350011&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112609955923350011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112609955923350011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-last-hours.html' title='My last hours...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112590947596857188</id><published>2005-09-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:37:56.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is nick... Isn't he adorable in this pic? Don't be deceived... he's doing his version of my puss-in-boots impression... he calls himself a genius now and then... think it seems alil arrogant at times but nonetheless true.... He's some physical training instructor for officers in the army... mean's he's really fit... can run the 2.4 in less that 8 mins... &gt;.&lt;"   never heard of that b4... till yestday...  here he's havin the banana choc cake from blue van's bday... Sarah's mom likes banana choc cake.... why did i write that?... i'm a lousy blog writer so excuse me when i type out what i'm blabbering... it's just to take up space... going for a dinner at paragon later... i'm sleepy... i like cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112590947596857188?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112590947596857188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112590947596857188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590947596857188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590947596857188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112590704806480164</id><published>2005-09-05T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:57:28.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel and Daryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joel's on the left... He's my bridge teach.. he's quite brainy and talkative and teases vegesaurus alot.. he's like gotten everyone on his side against her except for Matt... he has this arsenal of bridge strategies and he can tell what card u'r holding from just a few plays... he likes avril lavign songs... -_-" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daryl's really talented...plays the guitar and piano... he keeps comin up with all these theories of...whatever..... for....... whatever... i never get any details on them but Joel keeps talkin bout them... Daryl's in SMU ... don't know what's he studying.... don't know if he ever is.... they're both always talkin bout Guild Wars and theories or playin bridge... never talkin bout how gruelin sch work is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Think they make a formidable team at Murderer and Bridge... not sure bout guildwars though... heard from another friend that that game's a lousy World of Warcraft wannabe... just that it's free...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112590704806480164?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112590704806480164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112590704806480164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590704806480164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590704806480164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/joel-and-daryl.html' title='Joel and Daryl'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112590555179068131</id><published>2005-09-05T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:32:31.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegesaurus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vegesaurus is on the right... her real name's Trisha but everyone calls her that coz she's a vegetarian.. not by choice btw... apparently, she's alergic to meat or sumthin.... She's also called the 'I-Don't-Want-To' girl...   she turned down a 4-5k job.... or according to her... she didn't even apply for it cos she didn't like the environment or didn't like work as an engineer.... even though she knew she'd easily have clinched it... -slaps forehead-   -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't rem exactly how it started... or who said wht first... but now she's officially the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I-Don't-Want-To girl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to the I-Don't-Want-To girl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112590555179068131?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112590555179068131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112590555179068131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590555179068131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590555179068131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/vegesaurus.html' title='Vegesaurus!'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112590440805816933</id><published>2005-09-05T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:13:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Last Words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in on thursday... Some people say it's gonna be fun... some say it's hell on earth... I say relying on God in every situation makes me a stronger christian so bring it on...&lt;br /&gt;My webshots account is full.... gotta start a new wun now =( So tedious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112590440805816933?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112590440805816933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112590440805816933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590440805816933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112590440805816933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/any-last-words.html' title='Any Last Words?'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112566040925975720</id><published>2005-09-02T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:26:49.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is my brother Joseph... Isn't he cute? This was him yrs ago... &lt;br /&gt;He likes Pokemon... Spongebob ... Xmen ...etc He's quite bright... and he can remember whole episodes of spongebob... down to every line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112566040925975720?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112566040925975720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112566040925975720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112566040925975720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112566040925975720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/09/joseph.html' title='Joseph'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112549277431525578</id><published>2005-08-31T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:52:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;For all the pictures i take,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/tbarkp"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/tbarkp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier like this then sending them to you personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112549277431525578?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112549277431525578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112549277431525578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112549277431525578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112549277431525578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/photo-gallery_31.html' title='Photo gallery'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112549239716853404</id><published>2005-08-31T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:59:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah - the gnat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="f21ac99d"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I've decided to dedicate entries to people i know every now and then... their lives are probly more interesting than mine anyways... i'll post more entries on certain individuals...those who are more interesting than others.... kiddin... it just depends on how well i know u... and for those who don't see any entries on yourselves... it's probly coz i don't have ur pic or coz i tink u wouldn't like me writting one on u or maybe i just haven't gotten to u yet...... or maybe i just don't like you... -slaps forehead- &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Picture48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Picture48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who else better to start with than Sarah. She's on the left. For those who don't know her (very few), don't be fooled by her cute and innocent appearance... She's one of the most witty, classy and mature individuals i've known... she gets 4 points for her GPA, shes a wine connoisseur and she can sustain a really mature conversation (when she's sober)... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's in Australia now... can't wait for her to return... she found it hard to adapt to the weather there and the cost of living is absurd... but she's coping...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just HAVE to write this... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went to the market there and bought 1kg of tau gei and then didn't know what to do with it!!! -falls off chair- =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112549239716853404?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112549239716853404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112549239716853404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112549239716853404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112549239716853404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/sarah-gnat_31.html' title='Sarah - the gnat'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112547720437819753</id><published>2005-08-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:33:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post with a prediction this time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/123615015VEXpiJ_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/123615015VEXpiJ_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is calvin ng... some of u know him..... some of u don't..... frankly, i don't give a shit whether or not you do... but I'd like to hereby predict that somewhere in the distant future he'll probably become some big time rocker in singapore.. or lead singer for some band... in fact, he IS his own band... he writes his own songs, he plays lead guitar, bass, drums and piano... and he sings... if only there were three more of him... if somehow someone from some record label reads this and you wanna sign him on, go ahead... *spastic hand gesture*&lt;br /&gt;Just remember... i predicted it first....&lt;br /&gt;Damn... i suck at the guitar and drums... why did i take up piano when i was little...  Taking up the recorder was def worthwhile though... no doubt bout that... trully a critical instrument in the history of musical composition.....  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112547720437819753?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112547720437819753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112547720437819753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112547720437819753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112547720437819753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-with-prediction-this-time.html' title='A post with a prediction this time...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112505789941716844</id><published>2005-08-26T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T05:04:59.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks remaining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Talked to a friend the other day... after work, met her under her block. Talked for more than an hour.. talked bout her church, work and stuff... She's changed so much and she's going to church now…  she attends 2 services and goes for some healing session on saturdays... This hyperactive wild party girl used to operate certain raunchy sex channels on the irc. She used to hop from club to club and slept on the beach after every long night of partying… she never smoked.. but she drank a lot… she didn’t flirt much but the guys were always after her… another friends say she’s pretty only until she opens her mouth… She doesn’t curse or diss others.. but she does have a tendency to gossip and laugh a lot… she has this loud hyena-like laughter that warns everyone in the vicinity of her presence…  basically, she used to be wild…&lt;br /&gt;Now, she’s tame and timid… she has retained the absurdly horrendous spasm inducing laugh routine though…. But other than that, everything seems to have changed… she’s leading 2 cell groups… she’s going on a mission trip in November to Thailand I think… and she leads some healing sessions at her church…&lt;br /&gt;I know all these works don’t equate to spiritual maturity… but they do point to responsibility… I guess…&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I’ll ever be that responsible… been waiting for NS… have only a week left before the pain starts… will I turn out more mature from this? Heard so many stories… how people change from going through 3 months of hell and then 21 months of slacking… and how they *keng… haven’t really taken note of how they go about doing it… and frankly, I don’t really care… (no offence to those who’ve bestowed all their chao-keng wisdom to me in the past) I’m just gonna listen to the dude with the higher rank… don’t wanna get into any trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112505789941716844?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112505789941716844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112505789941716844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112505789941716844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112505789941716844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-weeks-remaining.html' title='2 weeks remaining...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112476621381654765</id><published>2005-08-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:03:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another entry... so much easier uploading pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/egg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/egg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom made this the other day... and gave it to my dad... hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't yet noticed, it's in a heartshape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/band2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/band2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cal, Paul n Caleb's band at the concert... guy on extreme left's apparently some world renowned guitarist... could play the drums on his guitar.... sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112476621381654765?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112476621381654765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112476621381654765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112476621381654765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112476621381654765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-entry-so-much-easier-uploading.html' title='Another entry... so much easier uploading pics...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112476352910265106</id><published>2005-08-22T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:18:49.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken 3 weeks ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got free ticks to a concert at Suntec courtesy of Cal cos he was playing in it. thnz Cal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got some uncle to take the pic for us... was shaking when he took it...must have had rheumatism or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know who the couple on the left are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate that pair of specs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112476352910265106?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112476352910265106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112476352910265106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112476352910265106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112476352910265106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-was-taken-3-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112472745519928932</id><published>2005-08-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:17:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Char: they'll never solve our puzzle.... wahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FC: Buz...Ghizha....Bugis? hahah...jon's a genius i tell u.... -slaps forehead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Char:  Don't have my icecream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Fish n CO at the airport* playin Taboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn23571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn23571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FC:  an hr alr... where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/Dscn2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/Dscn2417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Caught Bewitched with a friend today... =p Was ok i guess... had a few laughs.. but was still a b grade movie nonetheless ... should just rent it...&lt;br /&gt;Went to the market for fruits and stuff... rest of the day was pretty meaningless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112472745519928932?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112472745519928932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112472745519928932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112472745519928932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112472745519928932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/char-theyll-never-solve-our-puzzle.html' title=''/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112442039393327935</id><published>2005-08-18T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:18:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/bored1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/bored1.jpg" 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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone: We're bored...&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Hope my sis doesn't come back anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Wish we had RISK...&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Let's go over to my place... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/talk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/talk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/more%20bored1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon: Fie Fie... Let's end this boredom and awkward moment of silence by taking senseless pictures of ourselves... everyone look at jon and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/1600/more%20bored1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2691/1155/320/more%20bored1.jpg" 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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone except Nick: =D&lt;br /&gt;Nick: wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112442039393327935?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112442039393327935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112442039393327935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112442039393327935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112442039393327935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/matts.html' title='Matt&apos;s'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112436005919774037</id><published>2005-08-18T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T03:14:19.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's been up doc</title><content type='html'>Quite a number of things have been happening recently... but i've still been rather bored... apparently, i feel bored whenever there isn't something to do... even for the slightest interval b4 an activity.... urgh.... feel like going clubbing again... or maybe a sleepover... maybe i'll plan a cookout... feeling hungry already...&lt;br /&gt;got alot of pictures... but not of everything that happened...&lt;br /&gt;have to take more.... this blog's too boring.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112436005919774037?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112436005919774037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112436005919774037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112436005919774037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112436005919774037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-been-up-doc.html' title='what&apos;s been up doc'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112296014002146368</id><published>2005-08-01T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:22:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored now. And i'm returning to my routine of MTV for a few hours straight... The new alanis video, 'eight easy steps' or sumthin like that... didn;t disapoint. On the other hand, there's this new rock group called 'Rooster'... -slaps forehead- How on earth did they come up with such a sucky name... AC/DC, silverchair, sum41, beastie boys, quarashi, the strokes, linkin park, slipknot, transplant, rage against the machine, metallica, jane's addiction, rasmus, audioslave.... all these names give you a sense of rebellion... sex, drugs, alcohol...... you think of screeching riffs and ear-numbing drum routines....&lt;br /&gt;Then Rooster comes into the picture.....&lt;br /&gt;Their music sucks.... their videos are vomit inducing ... and they pose as punk rockers.... they're a digrace to punk.... along with simple plan, the faders and Avril lavign ..... they're just a bunch of posers banking in on the sudden influx of punk/pop in the industry.....&lt;br /&gt;pop is passe.. (don't get me wrong, i hated that era of britney and A1)..... and Rooster's another pop group in pop/rock attire... they, or their manager know that punk rock or pop/punk sells.... and that on the other hand, most pop music caters mainly to girls in their teens, gays and guys who just drool at the sight of britney....&lt;br /&gt;The group 'The Bravery' has a corny name... yes.... but nevertheless they churn out hot numbers and they don't seem to be posing in their videos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112296014002146368?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112296014002146368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112296014002146368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112296014002146368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112296014002146368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored_112296014002146368.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112295872808563676</id><published>2005-07-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:58:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prickly topic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the big ugly durian aka the esplanade the other day... they finally took down the mess at the tunnel underneath it connecting it to city link... there used to be certain 'art pieces' in red there.... there were old photos of stuff ranging from toys to old chinese families... and all these pictures had red markings all over them... was kinda eerie... think that was the whole idea.... it was just an eyesore... just like the building it's housed in... The art director or whoever's in charge of acquirng these exhibits sure is screwed up...At the end of citylink, there's this walkway with exhibits behind glass panels on the left...The Exhibits: a bunch of 'artistic' dudes place household objects on the floor and smear paint on the wall or hang drapes all over.... and call it art...don't know how much they pay these cons.... you just lay some trash on the floor or hang it on the wall... just make sure they all stick to a certain colour scheme... then you get some good lighting and.... and there you have it.... modern art....With alil bit of lighting and a knack for picking stuff that has the same colour (probly picked this up in kindergarten).... you can turn everyday objects with no artistic value whatsoever into pieces of art... bravo to Osram...I'll bring along my cam wherever i go now...try to rem...Who came up with the idea for the esplanade? was he trying to replicate the Sydney opera house? you have to admit that the spikes on the big durian do look like miniature S.O.Hs from an angle... I think the only good point, pun intended, of the esplanade is Gluttons bay.... and even the food there's just moderate...... Liked the hokkien noodle though.... lotsa thick egg infused gravy...mmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112295872808563676?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112295872808563676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112295872808563676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112295872808563676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112295872808563676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/07/prickly-topic_17.html' title='Prickly topic...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112166007535631687</id><published>2005-07-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:14:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repulse Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Read in the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/strong&gt;: Beaches at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repulse Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Water Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, adverstised as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tourist attractions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, were awash with trash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!.... who comes up with these names... heh  -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112166007535631687?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112166007535631687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112166007535631687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112166007535631687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112166007535631687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/07/repulse-bay.html' title='Repulse Bay'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112131647043924082</id><published>2005-07-13T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:47:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy Fartsy ppl stink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;          The art scene is just full of it these days...  Caught the news the other day... there was this chinese-caligraphy-art-exhibition thingy going on... Apparently a bunch of so called chinese caligraphers were exhibiting their 'modern chinese art'... It was just black paint splashed on white paper! -_-"  These days... you can just crumple a piece of paper, stick it to canvas and pass it off as a masterpiece... In the exhibition, they gave live demonstrations of their 'art' in the making... They got models to spin around as they smeared paint on them... wth... my grandpa could have done the same... dip brush in paint... raise brush to model's while sarong... dip brush in paint... shake head and giggle at how dumb this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally absurd! Anyone in his right mind would consider it utterly ridiculous... bet those so called 'artists' are just a bunch of losers who got the brilliant idea of staging that crap in the name of modern art so they could rip off all the lame brained rich art collecting fags who are so easily influenced... they're like shoppers who just go for brand name and disregard quality... can't believe those con artists actually got media coverage… what’s worse is that they got kids in the act! They got a bunch of kids to try their hand at modern Chinese art… they got them brushes and the paper and just let them go wild… have you any idea how much damage you’re inflicting on those kids minds? You’re teaching them post modernity or whatever philosophy’s the rage now… and at such a young age they’ll grow up with the understanding that one can be successful without working hard… bet if you swapped the kid’s work for the ‘masterpieces’, none would notice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with people these days? We’re just bending our mentality to accept all this rubbish for the sake of being accepted by the western society as a ‘modernized city’??? &lt;br /&gt;We don’t HAVE an art heritage! We’re just starting out!… They had dudes who climbed ladders to paint ceilings of churches… they had dudes who painted, sculpted and invented at the same time… they have sculptures with limbs falling off… wait till the merlion requires concrete surgery and then we MIGHT have the slightest reason to consider it part of our art heritage… but meanwhile, come up with something worthwhile to even take a glance at… those dudes in the west who come up with all that post-modern-expressionist-crap are probably well aware that their country’s capacity for proper art appreciation has reached it’s limit and have resorted to brain washing the richer upper class into believing they’ve found a new form of eye candy that’s fit for showing off in one’s living room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a twisted but lucrative scheme… it’s easy too… you get born into an affluent influential family (first part involves a whole lotta luck) …. Then you get some diploma in art… doesn’t matter where you graduate from… but judging from your background, it ought to be some big shot artsy fartsy school… unless you’re some blatant imbecile who can’t tell a paintbrush from one of those bbq buttering brushes… Then after all that hard work comes the easy part… you get your rich-influential-public speaker of a daddy to hold some fancy banquet to unveil a collection of your finest art pieces done just 15 minutes prior to the banquet… he manages to fool them into believing that those coffee stains at the top and bite marks at the corners are all part of the masterpieces… they buy a few pieces coz…  1) They think it’ll make em look ‘down’ wit the other millionaire art fashion dudes… 2) They wanna show off their spending power to some chic at the party… 3) The retards actually think the shit might go with their living room/s…  after all THAT you make it big… unless of course u can’t keep up with the great demands of being a modern artist… all that spilling of coffee and canvas biting sure is taxing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112131647043924082?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112131647043924082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112131647043924082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112131647043924082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112131647043924082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/07/artsy-fartsy-ppl-stink.html' title='Artsy Fartsy ppl stink...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-112123041502938953</id><published>2005-07-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:53:35.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;She just left for Australia 12 hours ago and the symptoms are kicking in. I feel emptiness, lonliness, the inability to take care of myself. It's the feeling you get when you end up in a different class from your best friend in primary school. You don't know who you can rely on, you wish you could have a change of class, you wonder if you'll stay best friends, whether you'll make new ones, whether you'll fit in, whether either of you will change, whether you'll be remembered, whether you'll stay sane, who will hold your hand when you line up in twos and whether the new bloody chinese teacher will scold you if you can't do your bloody chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to study there for 2 yrs. If God permits, she'll do her honours, 2 yrs of working, followed by masters. And if she's still not sick of studying, a doctorate... although i'm not really sure what girls are gonna do with a masters degree... let alone a PhD.. In my opinion, after marriage, they're supposed to be homemakers in the morning, loyal supporters of Days Of Our Lives in the afternoon and shoppers in the evenings. If they wanna get a job, fine... nobody should complain about extra income... but once there's a kid in the picture, she should quit and devote herself to raising him. Then the degrees would have been a waste... unless she doesn't mind freelance work at home... You study for 27+ yrs of your life and then work for a couple of yrs before you get a kid... NOT a good investment... They should just quit after the bach deg or even the Os... can't skip sec sch... can't skip the home econs... vital for women and guys who are gonna stay single their whole life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know what i'm gonna do now. Got a grad ceremony tmr and plan on wearing something new for the occasion. But with my shopping companion thousands of miles away, what am i to do... The situation sucks. The thought of entering the army in less than 2 mnths time sucks just as bad... I know how important it is and all... the military training... the exercising... the adaption to new types of 'food'...  but naturally, i don't want any of it... who wants to get shouted at at the break of dawn? I got enough of that from bloody chinese teachers... who wants to mix with ah bengs who smoke more than they breathe and have a wider vocab of hokkien curses at their disposal than of the english language... The 20 click marchers shouldn't bother me much... shopping along orchard road on a daily basis has prepared me for that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna miss her so much. Heart aches whenever i think bout it... Gonna be so bored now too... Can't believe i'm actually looking forward to school after NS... when all this will be over... her whole family will have probly immigrated there by then... i'd visit once in awhile... but then at least i'd have something back here to keep me busy... and stressed bout... from now till NS, i'll try to stay sane... at least i've still got my niv, mp3, mtv, cpu and tft... and her sms... got to prepare for sat's cg... Communication's the topic.... not sure if i'm up to it... once again wishing my best friend were here to help me with it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-112123041502938953?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/112123041502938953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=112123041502938953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112123041502938953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/112123041502938953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/07/symptoms.html' title='Symptoms'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-111753036320115922</id><published>2005-05-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:30:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the saga continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Was way better than expected in terms of action sequences and storyline. But as usual... the acting sucked... it was just some typical action-packed/comic-relief-induced movie like &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where there's fancy footwork and flashy 3D animation but the actors never walk away from the award ceremonies with something, let alone get nominated for anything... like some &lt;em&gt;Arnie&lt;/em&gt; movie...&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually take note of who wins or gets nominated during those ceremonies but frankly, i really don't think it matters and i can't be bothered to do any research... In the event that one of them actually wins something, it's probably just politics then anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone should win an award, it'd have to be Yoda's animators... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He was sooo&lt;/span&gt; keuuoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One minute he's an old ah pek with a walking stick and a bad case of autism, the next he's a cute little fairy wielding a magic green wand in one hand and pulling David Copperfields with the other while prancing around another old ah pek whose mommy never loved him...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Yoda always reminds me of Kermit from the muppets... maybe it's coz they both experienced a sense of loss at one point in time during a movie &lt;em&gt;(Yoda &amp; the dead Jedi and Kermit &amp;amp; Miss Piggy)...&lt;/em&gt; or maybe it's coz their co-actors always tend to crouch when having a word with them... or maybe it's simply coz they're both &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt;.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light sabre duels were kind of yawn inducing... nothing spectacular... kind of routine and monotonous and a real drag... was expecting the unveiling of some fancy new light sabre or maybe a whip made of that deadly-amputating-colourful-glowing-&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; sound producing-light thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count Dooku vs Anakin &amp;amp; Obi:&lt;/strong&gt; You see the Count lifting Obi by the neck using the force on one hand and on the other, fending off Anakins blows. And then you kinda wonder why the whole bunch of these Jedi/Sith-lord dudes don't levitate their opponents &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*force &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;grip &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; neck&lt;/span&gt; style*&lt;/span&gt; and then just skewer them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Darth Sidius&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Expected Yoda to go &lt;em&gt;'squeak-squeak-squeak'&lt;/em&gt; when he fell off the martian-spaceship-disc-shaped-balcony thingy. One &lt;em&gt;'squeak!'&lt;/em&gt; for every hit... like some soft toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obi-Won vs Gen. Grievious:&lt;/strong&gt; Was too simply executed and concluded... just hit enemy light sabre 3 times and then chop off his hand (&lt;em&gt;lots of amputations in this movie&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Darth Sidius&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Ridiculous... The good guy accompanied by a couple of his gung-ho sabre-wielding jedi confont the bad guy and the good guy's posse too easily get iliminated one by one like the squishing of ants. The whole sequence is practically done in slow motion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anakin/Darth Vader vs Obi-Won:&lt;/strong&gt; boring..... cept for the ending... it's the usual routine of -i try to hit you here- -you block here- -i try to hit you there- -you block there- and we just take turns... But the finishing blow, or should i say &lt;em&gt;slice &lt;/em&gt;will probably be the flick's signature scene. &lt;em&gt;Anakin &lt;/em&gt;gets his 2nd and 3rd amputation of the series, compliments of Obi-won kenobi. And they then proceed to enjoy a nice barbeque by the lake... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note to parents: when Obi says 'don't do it', proceed to cover your kiddy's eyes immediately.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;sounds like some corny movie review huh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="793c643f"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-111753036320115922?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/111753036320115922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=111753036320115922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/111753036320115922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/111753036320115922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-saga-continues_31.html' title='And the saga continues...'/><author><name>j</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://p7.xanga.com/7d/1f/7d1ffb5213d4caf3a1e82976a81aaf652509753.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13230663.post-111724825132530375</id><published>2005-05-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:09:31.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One small step for my index... One giant leap for my ego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the tap of my finger, the post shall be published. The pioneer post that starts it all. What entails is a barage of entries that take the nation by storm, opening the eyes of the ignorant, bitch-slapping the oblivious, splashing water on the uninformed and spoon feeding the undiscerning... and in the process, somehow world peace is attained...&lt;br /&gt; -miss universe smile and wave-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="659c7555"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="95024deb"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="cb3d9df7"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="df97dd84"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13230663-111724825132530375?l=tbark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/feeds/111724825132530375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13230663&amp;postID=111724825132530375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/111724825132530375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13230663/posts/default/111724825132530375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbark.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-small-step-for-my-index-one-giant.html' title='One small step for my index... 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