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The issues will vary from my simple daily views to a more sophisticated outlook. Be bored, be amused, be shocked or be delighted. Whatever your emotion, my blog will eventually hit your area of taste. Just enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-6013093275869282320</id><published>2009-11-22T20:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:17:53.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SwkBILDcdxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mQ_u8fordUA/s320/Picture+001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406854067552810770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/6013093275869282320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=6013093275869282320' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6013093275869282320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6013093275869282320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/11/s.html' title='S'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SwkBhuNE6UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4YeOnqI5rj4/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1742688872243808326</id><published>2009-10-05T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:31:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>丑妻、薄田、破棉袄</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;是男人的三件宝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Roughly translated: Ugly wife, barren field and worn out cotton jacket is a man&#39;s three treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes good sense no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dating, we want the prettiest wife but in marriage, the entire context of things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1742688872243808326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1742688872243808326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1742688872243808326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1742688872243808326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='丑妻、薄田、破棉袄'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-8910137157753068883</id><published>2009-07-11T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:39:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson &#39;09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SlgJeM2P0UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tpf6tVv6vZs/s1600-h/MichaelJackson_1958-2009.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SlgJeM2P0UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tpf6tVv6vZs/s320/MichaelJackson_1958-2009.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357042171206684994&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson (1958-2009) RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portrayal of Michael Jackson by today&#39;s shallow media must not obstruct his immense achievements for the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Music Will Live Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHANYU%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHANYU%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png&quot; 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This cracked me up... HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://popseoul.com/2009/05/15/lee-hyori-confesses-i-am-more-glamorous-than-son-dambi/#more-55488&quot;&gt;http://popseoul.com/2009/05/15/lee-hyori-confesses-i-am-more-glamorous-than-son-dambi/#more-55488&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put things into perspective, we&#39;re talking about Lee Hyori here, one of the most gorgeous, generally natural Asian beauties in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;I don’t understand why men get all shy around me…..I need to change my personality into something softer so that guys will like me more…and also kill my temper so that I am more approachable.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL.. Are you for real? You don&#39;t understand why men get intimidated around 20/10 women like you? Well I don&#39;t know why either but it could be something to do with your beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1674842042846841156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1674842042846841156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1674842042846841156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1674842042846841156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1477479688275500571</id><published>2009-05-05T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:08:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Sadistic or What?</title><content type='html'>I just saw a girl miss her bus. She was running so furiously. But she missed. And I was so amused. No... it was damned hilarious hahaha! Should&amp;#39;ve run faster hahaha! Does this make me sadistic?&lt;p&gt;I would say so to an extent. &lt;p&gt;Damaged joy... What a fucking excellent theory hahaha!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1477479688275500571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1477479688275500571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1477479688275500571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1477479688275500571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-sadistic-or-what.html' title='Am I Sadistic or What?'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-314727909962334551</id><published>2009-05-01T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:22:28.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canberra Buses System Is A Piece of Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNNuTF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/GdOUsFME_g0/s1600-h/01052009028-748043.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNNuTF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/GdOUsFME_g0/s320/01052009028-748043.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752556363880322&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNZoa9WI/AAAAAAAAANs/_r0Mkw7k8Jg/s1600-h/01052009031-749183.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNZoa9WI/AAAAAAAAANs/_r0Mkw7k8Jg/s320/01052009031-749183.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752559560455522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNsfok6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1sRtzHnhRLQ/s1600-h/01052009029-750048.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNsfok6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1sRtzHnhRLQ/s320/01052009029-750048.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752564623872930&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OMFG Canberra bus system is a total piece of shit. As I write this, I am sitting on a bus that is 30 minutes late. Now if it was the first time, I wouldn&amp;#39;t have cared too much but this is the third time it has happened and that&amp;#39;s fucked up!! Coming from Perth, I understand I am a bit spoilt but this is simply wrong. Fuck!! I need a punching bag...&lt;p&gt;Oh and the drivers and call centre staff are pretty shit as well. The drivers are clueless when it comes to answering any question you may have. The call centre staff... well... all they can say when you make an enquiry is that they don&amp;#39;t have any &amp;#39;breakdowns&amp;#39;. Fucking bludgers, if you can&amp;#39;t do your job, then give it to someone who can. Plenty of jobless executives out there in the current economic environment... &lt;p&gt;This goes the same for the shocking leaders of the ACT buses. Get with the program you useless fucks!!!!!&lt;p&gt;I have included some pictures of the interior of one of the buses. As you can see, it&amp;#39;s pretty shit... Notice the sign that says &amp;#39;These doors only open at interchanges&amp;#39;. These are on the rear door. Now what kind of fucked up policy is this?? Fuck!!&lt;p&gt;Ok, enough venting for today. I shall be back with more to bitch about these time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/314727909962334551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=314727909962334551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/314727909962334551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/314727909962334551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/05/canberra-buses-system-is-piece-of-shit.html' title='Canberra Buses System Is A Piece of Shit'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SfqjNNuTF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/GdOUsFME_g0/s72-c/01052009028-748043.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1274659128666243064</id><published>2009-03-06T19:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:00:16.539+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="100th post"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="importance of failure"/><title type='text'>The Importance of Failure - 100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEhk8l9R2I/AAAAAAAAANU/dOaFtzoPDUQ/s1600-h/DSCF1078.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEhk8l9R2I/AAAAAAAAANU/dOaFtzoPDUQ/s320/DSCF1078.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310062354270865250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEei_yX03I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GJgo7HQAjHc/s1600-h/DSCF1057.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEei_yX03I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GJgo7HQAjHc/s320/DSCF1057.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310059022233621362&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Well... this is my 100th post since creating a blog. It&#39;s been a long ride, from part time work at a fast food restaurant to now, working as a professional in a key Federal Government agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve learnt and experienced many new things during this period of time and the blog has played a critical role in allowing me to reflect on those experiences. I guess in many respects, making my 100th post on the topic of failure is perhaps interesting yet suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an individual, I&#39;ve always been highly confident of my abilities to achieve things that I set my mind to. My determination (or stubbornness) and my attention to detail have never failed me. Yet today, something happened that should not have. I messed up the structure of my part of a presentation and made a gaffe in front of a group of key individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This have made me reflect deeply about why it has occurred because presenting has always been my forte. After much thought and agony, I have come to realise that I took my abilities for granted and that they can only shine when I use them in unison. Due to my past positive experiences with presenting, my confidence rose to a level that I felt I could present without sufficient preparation. And what a wake up call it was. My pride, ego, misplaced confidence certainly took a major hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I&#39;ve always made sure I clearly understood the material I am presenting and wrote them down in a logical and clear manner so I can follow it clearly when presenting. And I have always rehearsed at least once or twice. Today, I did little of this and I stuffed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my gaffe has made me realise the importance of failure. While I absolutely love the feeling of victory, failure are just equally important provided I view them as a lesson rather than a mistake. In particular, if the failure is a technical failure not an inherent failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is inevitable in our lives. Failure is not something that I am accustomed to, whether it be big things or small things. But I have come to realise that failure is important because it can teach me new things and reinforce what I know but have come grown used to. By failing, I am in many ways succeeding. Of course this could be me rationalising but I do believe what I have said to a good degree. By failing, we can prevent other failures through learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a lighter side of things, here some of pictures of me in my new home in the capital of Australia, Canberra. The stuffed toys are my war spoils in Canberra&#39;s Royal Show. They&#39;re a testament to my ability to shoot stars and water pistols haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEkSNq_ZYI/AAAAAAAAANc/YAD_1uVzbVI/s1600-h/DSCF1087.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEkSNq_ZYI/AAAAAAAAANc/YAD_1uVzbVI/s320/DSCF1087.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310065330972747138&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEejzIKP5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9mI3BFS-tYE/s1600-h/DSCF1086.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEejzIKP5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9mI3BFS-tYE/s320/DSCF1086.JPG&quot; 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src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEejGHlLKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1J4GKYylZyo/s320/DSCF1060.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310059023933189282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEhk00sCBI/AAAAAAAAANM/GmoatkkFm90/s1600-h/DSCF1065.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEhk00sCBI/AAAAAAAAANM/GmoatkkFm90/s320/DSCF1065.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310062352185165842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1274659128666243064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1274659128666243064' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1274659128666243064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1274659128666243064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/03/importance-of-failure-100th-post.html' title='The Importance of Failure - 100th Post'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SbEhk8l9R2I/AAAAAAAAANU/dOaFtzoPDUQ/s72-c/DSCF1078.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1312261032308701933</id><published>2009-02-06T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:59:51.174+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Click"/><title type='text'>Click</title><content type='html'>Ah Click, what an interesting movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what we have whether it&#39;s good or bad because one day it&#39;s going to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame that nothing lasts forever but perhaps that&#39;s the beauty of life...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1312261032308701933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1312261032308701933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1312261032308701933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1312261032308701933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/02/click.html' title='Click'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-2693399769943110658</id><published>2009-02-02T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:34:06.544+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain fall the movie"/><title type='text'>Rain Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Rain&quot;&gt;John Rain&lt;/a&gt;, aka Junichi Fujiwara, was born in 1952 to a Japanese father and an American mother. He is a freelance &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassin&quot; title=&quot;Assassin&quot; class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot;&gt;assassin&lt;/a&gt; whose speciality is assassinations that appear to be death by natural causes. He has undergone plastic surgery to hide his Caucasian heritage and has dyed his brown hair. In 1960, Rain&#39;s father was killed, so his mother moved them to Dryden, NY where she taught at Cornell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See the trailer - &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rain-fall.jp/&quot;&gt;Rain Fall the Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For release on 25th of April! See it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/2693399769943110658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=2693399769943110658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2693399769943110658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2693399769943110658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-fall.html' title='Rain Fall'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-7427291217277089090</id><published>2009-01-23T04:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:03:08.143+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bruce lee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv series"/><title type='text'>The Legend of Bruce Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A wonderful &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kungfucinema.com/?p=3230&quot;&gt;TV series&lt;/a&gt; that can be &lt;a href=&quot;https://isohunt.com/torrent_details/56811705/the+legend+of+bruce+lee?tab=summary&quot;&gt;downloaded on BitTorrent sites&lt;/a&gt;. However there isn&#39;t that many seeds on English BT sites. Plenty of Chinese trackers, interested individuals contact me. Be warned it&#39;s only in Chinese, audio and subtitles wise... Hopefully it&#39;ll be released in English soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top actress that should be noted in the series is &lt;a id=&quot;blogInfoNick&quot; href=&quot;http://blog.sina.com.cn/u/1558677077&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;杨亚星&lt;/a&gt;. Her blog is &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.sina.com.cn/yangyaxingblog&quot;&gt;http://blog.sina.com.cn/yangyaxingblog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful girl who shines out from the TV. Let her be proof that China has plenty of gorgeous woman. Let her be an example to the selectors of Miss China for whatever beauty pageants out there that there is and will always be beautiful women in China. Chinese women has the best natural beauty. I emphasise natural beauty. Many can be caked in layers of make up and look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that Chinese Gong Fu is the best!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/7427291217277089090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=7427291217277089090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/7427291217277089090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/7427291217277089090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/01/legend-of-bruce-lee.html' title='The Legend of Bruce Lee'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-6519905429838215339</id><published>2009-01-22T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:51:37.321+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;mmm I&#39;ve neglected my blog over the past weeks and months. I&#39;ve certainly neglected the people who take out time and read it. What can I say except that I&#39;ve grown lazy due to a number of reasons. It&#39;s a shame but my original source of motivation for posting have gradually disappeared. But the blog has always represented what I felt at certain times of my life and I&#39;m positive one day I&#39;ll be renewed and refreshed enough to revamp it... For now, it&#39;ll be posted with thoughts here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news... after years of hard work (or so I believe), I managed to obtain offers from two of Australia&#39;s most important (and prestigious) government agencies for their graduate programs in 2009. After careful thought, I have decided to take up the offer with the agency in Eastern Australia, or Canberra more specifically. The program is highly intensive and will run for one year, after which I will receive a permanent position. If you would recall, one of my earlier posts (very early) said I&#39;ll be posting something big. This is it. I think I consider myself very lucky. Being able to secure a position so soon after graduating without long periods of waiting and agony... Nothing much else to say except that I&#39;ll be working to the best of my abilities and striving to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this wasn&#39;t why I want to make a post. What I really wanted to say in this post is that how lame it is for life is to be measured by our material achievements. As a young individual, we are measured by how well we do at school, how well we do at university (and other places) as well as the prestigiousness of our first employer. Growing older, we are measured by our income and our possessions whether it be car or houses. Whether we grow up to be rich or poor, successful or a failure, we are always measured by our material achievements. Often many of us do not realise this and actually try to compete with others on this scale. I find this crude and pathetic.. to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I realise this and I find this pathetic and sad. Nonetheless, a part of me cannot disregard a feeling of contempt and disdain for those who are less. I guess that&#39;s very much of what it is being a human. We are animals. Yet we are perhaps, to the extent of our scientific knowledge, evolved animals. Surely we must have something more to strive for than wealth and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an interesting book that summarised how I felt very succintly in the space of one page. I wish I could remember the words. Perhaps this path of thought is leading me to seek spiritual contentment but I&#39;ve rarely being one who fervently believed in religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, forward we as a race go and forward as an individual I go. To a new life and perhaps something more worthwhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, I hope everyone had a wonderful new year. Best wishes in finding what you want in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/6519905429838215339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=6519905429838215339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6519905429838215339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6519905429838215339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-2034783128513933183</id><published>2008-12-07T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:27:09.207+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pragmatism"/><title type='text'>Pragmatism at Its Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&quot;Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;We&#39;ll never learn from history will we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/2034783128513933183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=2034783128513933183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2034783128513933183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2034783128513933183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/12/pragmatism-at-its-peak.html' title='Pragmatism at Its Peak'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-2697665822870513870</id><published>2008-12-04T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:30:05.531+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile"/><title type='text'>Innocent Smile</title><content type='html'>So many of us are broken in one way or another. As a result, we&#39;re incapable of giving a smile that is like a newborn&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An innocent smile. A beautiful smile. Alas, what a shame... If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/STbeJLhgGJI/AAAAAAAAALc/2cc0b7F5pcM/s1600-h/eugene_36.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/STbeJLhgGJI/AAAAAAAAALc/2cc0b7F5pcM/s320/eugene_36.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275648262804609170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/2697665822870513870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=2697665822870513870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2697665822870513870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2697665822870513870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/12/innocent-smile.html' title='Innocent Smile'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/STbeJLhgGJI/AAAAAAAAALc/2cc0b7F5pcM/s72-c/eugene_36.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-9165033892552033297</id><published>2008-12-03T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:22:32.920+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boston legal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="get smart"/><title type='text'>Get Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Just finished watching &quot;Get Smart&quot; the movie. Brilliant, bit ordinary true but fun nonetheless and invoked some memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch Get Smart when I was back in China and it was a great show. Never knew what it was called until a while back and man, it brought back smiles. What a legendary series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a sad shame there&#39;s few things like that these days. All these Idol and Big Brother crap... I missed the wit in television series. The closest that I can find is &quot;Boston Legal&quot;, a fabulous and equally amazing series. Brilliant acting and scripting. And that&#39;s coming to an end... What a shame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Get_smart&quot;&gt;Get Smart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_legal&quot;&gt;Boston Legal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wit, what an invaluable trait...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/9165033892552033297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=9165033892552033297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/9165033892552033297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/9165033892552033297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-smart.html' title='Get Smart'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-369192526512147884</id><published>2008-11-27T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:49:31.604+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="butterfly effect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="butterfly man"/><title type='text'>The Limits of Human Understanding - The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>How interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/06/08/the_meaning_of_the_butterfly/?page=full&quot;&gt;The meaning of the butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Highly recommended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.co.uk/Butterfly-Man-Jeffrey-Lee/dp/0593050460&quot;&gt;Butterfly Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/369192526512147884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=369192526512147884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/369192526512147884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/369192526512147884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/11/limits-of-human-understanding-butterfly.html' title='The Limits of Human Understanding - The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-2299088244931257921</id><published>2008-09-29T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:45:27.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT</title><content type='html'>They are just HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/qmQPrQ-LW8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hzw4G83qiCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/hzw4G83qiCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For images of these gorgeous girls, click &lt;a href=&quot;http://popseoul.com/2008/09/29/wondergirls-havent-changed/#more-24614&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, just hot. I think I&#39;m in love.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/2299088244931257921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=2299088244931257921' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2299088244931257921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2299088244931257921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='HOT'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-6505470513851285458</id><published>2008-07-06T02:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:58:04.255+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power of logic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regret"/><title type='text'>Regret and Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Every man I meet is in some way my superior&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A somewhat politically incorrect/sexist quote in the modern world. But as an individual, I strongly believe in the idea behind it. We can never learn enough after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most enjoyable activities when socialising with a person is listening and learning, well, if the person is interesting/smart enough. It&#39;s always humbling to recognise something in that person which you could take away for use in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;A recent discussion with a smart and capable individual made me ponder a critical issue in our life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;We all regret something in our life and we feel we could have done that something better. And often, we ask ourselves the all important question of why? Why did we make that decision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;According to wikipedia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regret_%28emotion%29&quot;&gt;regret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt; is defined as an intelligent (and/or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion&quot; title=&quot;Emotion&quot;&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;) dislike for personal past acts and behaviors. Regret is often felt when someone feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadness&quot; title=&quot;Sadness&quot;&gt;sadness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame&quot; title=&quot;Shame&quot;&gt;shame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embarrassment&quot; title=&quot;Embarrassment&quot;&gt;embarrassment&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt&quot; title=&quot;Guilt&quot;&gt;guilt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt; after committing an action or actions that the person later wishes that he or she had not done. Regret can describe not only the dislike for an action that has been committed, but also, importantly, regret of inaction. Many people find themselves wishing that they had done something in a past situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it seems that there are two forms of regret: 1) For things that we have done and 2) For things that we have not done. Perhaps this is best illustrated by the following quote:&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &quot;Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;In this view, regret can be caused by action or inaction. Nonetheless, a decision has to had happen because the person can regret about whether they will regret the past action or past inactions. It would also be fair to say that a regrettable decision had to be made based on some kind of ground. In this regards, we can say two things: 1) The ground or basis for a decision comes from the heart/gut/mind 2) From existing circumstances. Furthermore, according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.investopedia.com/terms/r/regrettheory.asp&quot;&gt;regret theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;, the fear of regret itself can play a large role in dissuading or motivating someone to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as weird/complex as this speculation may sound, it screams something obvious and that is whatever made us made a regrettable decision was not solid and possibly hastened by the actual fear of future regret itself. What I am perhaps truly confused about is WHY sometimes we make a decision that we regret, especially if a decision has ENORMOUS repercussions on our life and its direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;Could it possible be a lack of knowledge, lack of foresight, lack of planning or all three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could it be something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;Let me clarify. When we make a decision, that decision could be for 1) matters of ones life such as job, education etc. or 2) matters of the heart. For 1), the reasons that caused us to make regrettable decisions can be surprisingly obvious as I have mentioned previously. But for 2), matters of the heart may be less so? By logic, you would hardly jump into a decision regarding a matter of the heart unless there is a strong motivation to do so right? Of course, it is exactly this point that void the previous sentence because matters of the heart are rarely logical right? I was actually reading an interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.nypost.com/seven/01032007/news/nationalnews/desperate_wives_nationalnews_leela_de_kretser.htm&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 0);&quot;&gt; which mentioned that more than 1/3 of women married would not choose the same spouse 2nd time around. I was absolutely shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So from this person, I felt that I have taken something away and in immeasurable ways, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;1) When making a decision for anything, ensure it is based on logic. Love is the opiate of the masses and logic is the cure. If you ever have regret, you can always fall back on logic but never that heart jumping, warm, tingling feeling. Fuck that shit. I know I will live to contradict myself but I like my theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;2) Never trust your gut or heart. Always trust your mind. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) True love don&#39;t exist. Fairy tales are lame and one will only end up hurting oneself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have grown more cynical of the human species and especially females in particular. It&#39;s a shame. I am growing more and more fond of the quote: Shoot now, ask questions later or in this case, hurt others before you get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;5) I admire strong willed, self capable and intellectually gifted females.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;They are rare and I hope anyone who does command the love of one to fully appreciate what they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Life is pointless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wrap up. Here&#39;s a nice Paint drawing I did to summarise my points  I was going to say something here as well but I can&#39;t remember and it&#39;s really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SG_PVo8bv1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7OALYLS8hEQ/s1600-h/regret.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SG_PVo8bv1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7OALYLS8hEQ/s320/regret.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618463820791634&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, &quot;Love/Dating/Marriage is the opiates of the masses&quot;. And I warn anyone who may read my next article, beware. It is going to be highly pessimistic/cynical/ugly in its view and very depressing and can bring on anxiety, headache, fear, sudden coldness leading to possible heart attacks. Reader discretion is advised.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/6505470513851285458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=6505470513851285458' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6505470513851285458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/6505470513851285458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/07/regret-and-life.html' title='Regret and Life'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOzPBmdmfeM/SG_PVo8bv1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7OALYLS8hEQ/s72-c/regret.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-2364532087593640911</id><published>2008-06-19T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:55:27.371+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cornerstones of wealth"/><title type='text'>4 Wealth Cornerstones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I realised that to have real power and finance in life, one should establish a foothold in these 4 cornerstones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Organised Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: Outrageous? In the past and in the modern times, organised crime can net you more money than a legitmate career, despite the risks and other unpleasant issues. Research shows that organised crime earns billions from their illicit activities. I&#39;m not advocating this but having certain contacts would certainly assist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Government&lt;/strong&gt;: One should have a position in the government or have solid sources from the government. This will ensure that the law will not intefere with your activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Land Ownership&lt;/strong&gt;: The basic need. Having land is a lucrative source of income and it&#39;s a guaranteed source of income. You need land because it&#39;s secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Business&lt;/strong&gt;: Simple, you need a business. Without a business, you&#39;ll forever be generating money for other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Perhaps I am crazy, but if you think about it, these are the foundations on which people prosper. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/2364532087593640911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=2364532087593640911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2364532087593640911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/2364532087593640911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-wealth-cornerstones.html' title='4 Wealth Cornerstones'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1167909358786314754</id><published>2008-06-14T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:32:37.829+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="graduate cognitive dissonance"/><title type='text'>Graduation Cognitive Dissonance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Today, I had a somewhat interesting enlightment while contemplating on the train tonight. I may have discovered a new form of post university/colleage post traumatic disorder. I call it &quot;graduation cognitive dissonance (GCD)&quot;. This is the period of depression that an individual enter after graduating from their course, whether it be a fear of the wrong choice of degree/career, the fear of hating the degree/career path, the fear of not choosing something that can get you a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The syptoms of GCD includes: depression, continuous sighing, non-stop self reflection, envy of engineers, economists, doctors and those job guaranteed smart bastards, rationalisation to convince yourself of how it&#39;s too late and how you have other benefits, attempts to relieve pressure(s) exerted on you directly or indirectly, consciously or sub-consciously, existant or non existant. These symptoms are capped off by a numbing sensation in the brain along with a heavy heart. Furthermore, these symptoms are amplified if you hate your current dead end job and if you have many friends who to you is in a similar position but acts like they have not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, perhaps this is just me or perhaps this applies to alot of people who don&#39;t know why they are so sad after graduating. I think this is just me because I am a lame, no life loser, who has a huge and easily bruisable ego and whom personality is so lame and crap... Anyway, I did discover a few solutions that can reduce this disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Establish and eliminate sources of GCD. For example, I hate my dead end job so I will try to find a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get in touch with friends who did a similar course and identify possible employment opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get drunk. Actually no. While it may mitigate your reasoning skills, it does not remove the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Find a girl/guy and start become an abusive partner and push them to work harder to support you because you&#39;re an official GCD sufferer and has the right to lean on the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Create a blog and do what I do, blog randomlessly about random ideas that comes up in your head and hope others will find it ramdomly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I think the best way to get out of this phase is to find a worthwhile employment. According to David McClelland, we have a need for afilliation, achievement and power so find your source of motivation and never give up. It&#39;s too late to change your degree so think of the reasons why you did it and work hard in making the best out of it. It will pay off (I&#39;m hoping...) and you will move into a new phase that I have yet to experience and therefore unable to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough blubbering. Still looking forward to my magical event!! And oh yeah, I wanna find a proper web host, any recommendations?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1167909358786314754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1167909358786314754' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1167909358786314754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1167909358786314754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-cognitive-dissonance.html' title='Graduation Cognitive Dissonance'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-4567961377898544843</id><published>2008-06-11T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:17:52.976+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny life"/><title type='text'>An Amusing Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where alot of things seems to be resting on the outcome of one event? That is, how the near future of your life will pan out depending on how well the event in questions turns out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sure all of us has been at crossroads in our lives, where we have to make a decision on where we want to go and how we will go to get there. Of course, some of us do not see life as clearly as that and I&#39;m sure we have our reasons but lets ignore that aspect for one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may also be thinking, well, you shouldn&#39;t have put your eggs in one basket huh? I concur but sometimes, mistakes on my part or circumstances does not allow me to have extra eggs so lets ignore this aspect as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in a similar predicament at the moment and I find it amusing. The future of my life seriously depend on this event for the time being and my life can turn out wonderfully if I succeed in this event or it can face more uncertainty and mediocrity if I fail. And I&#39;m not talking about the exams. I have been thinking just how damned hilarious it is... Funny as this is, I do not feel the pressure, perhaps because judgement day has not neared yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure what else I can say except this is amusing and I just wanted to point it out. If you are curious, I&#39;ll make sure I update on exactly what I mean with this post. I will of course, endeavour to make sure I prepare the best I can to succeed. Success and prestige or uncertainty and mediocrity in my life and career rests on how well I perform in this event. I am really looking forward to success and I hope everyone who reads this wish me every luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/4567961377898544843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=4567961377898544843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4567961377898544843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4567961377898544843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/06/amusing-thought.html' title='An Amusing Thought'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-5513948206639319161</id><published>2008-06-03T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:35:49.066+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="worry"/><title type='text'>A Little Less Thought, A Little Less Effort..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And ... Maybe Life Would Be A Bit Sweeter.. For You And Me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been a while since I made my last post. Upon reflection, it seems that I have lost alot of my energy to blog. No longer do I find the activity as enjoyful as I first ventured out into this wonderful territory. I am not sure why but I&#39;m guessing it has something to do with the topic of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging used to be a method of expression for me... Something to write down the thoughts that come to me during each day. It&#39;s worked well and I think I&#39;ve made some nice posts that are insightful and open minded. Of course, some not so but I&#39;d like to think the majority was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I intend to continue. But my life&#39;s quite hectic and depressing these days... Let me address some of the events that has been occuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Good thing. I got my license. Something that will give me freedom but it&#39;s a double edged sword I think. It also signifies it&#39;s time for me to spread my own wings after years of peace under that of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Soon to graduate. As I approach the near end of my university studies, it signifies entering the rat race. The pressure is quite frustrating. On one hand, I need to get out of my current part time job and on the other, I need to find a job that&#39;s related to my degree within a decent timeframe. The desire not to fail and show that I can do people proud is overwhelming. Everytime I think about going back to the part time job, I get a dreaded feeling. I realise that I despise that workplace and large majority of the people, especially the colleagues. Therefore, the need to get out is ever mounting. I just can&#39;t wait to get the hell out even if it means finding a job not relating to my degree. With something that can contribute to my experience in an office environment, I can always work up just as long as I get out. Job hunting sucks though... So many applications, so many deadlines, so many questions. Be nice to be born rich huh lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A somewhat unnatural desire to get fit. I&#39;ve began a gradual exercise regime of jogging and basketball along with usual body toning stuff. No idea why but this is quite unlike before, it just came out of nowhere. This point reinforces point two in that I need to get the fuck out of the fast food joint since working there = dodgy shifts = bad food = hard scheduling and poor diet. Need to get out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A need to organise and understand finances. This point illustrates my subconscious&#39;s desire to take out a mortgage... Share broking, business opportunities, networking blah blah blah... I need to move out. Just a natural desire and something that&#39;s also weighing on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The need to get in touch with old acquaintances and catchup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Last exams for my first university degree. Also just in time to celebrate my B-Day right after graduating with the degree. That&#39;ll be cool. Need to find out about honours, another crushing thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So I&#39;ll stop there. Typical stuff, everyone who&#39;s 20 must be worrying like me. I feel for you all, I truly do and I give out my sincerest hopes for your endeavors in this length of your life journey. For those who are not worrying, I am scared for you. For those who&#39;s gone through it and is go a good path, I envy you so wish me luck to get through this stage well. I realise I&#39;ve gotten very personal, possibly the most personal post I&#39;ve made in my blogging life. Ah well, that can&#39;t be helped, I needed an outlet to vent, an outlet that can&#39;t speak back and tell me you have nothing to worry about. Fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, for those of you who are still reading my blog, I apologise for not reading and visiting. I hope you understand. I thought I could go into active modes a few times before but I realise now that it will be impossible until everything I am worrying reaches a stable mode. I did create a Facebook account based on pressure from people and I am curious to see how many friends I can recruit lol, it&#39;s like a game. Search my email on my profile and add me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have taken sometime out and looked at a few Blogger templates. I want a minimalistic design and I found a few good ones. Again, when I get some time, I will give my blog a revamped look. I intend to add in some nice sections including Books, Movies and Music. Perhaps you&#39;ll find something I like that is to your interest as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, here&#39;s a nice song from the famous Marie Digby: Say It Again and oh, don&#39;t think too much like me so SMILE!!!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;amp;hl=en&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;amp;hl=en&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/5513948206639319161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=5513948206639319161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/5513948206639319161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/5513948206639319161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-less-thought-little-less-effort.html' title='A Little Less Thought, A Little Less Effort..'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-4748947680820084031</id><published>2008-05-12T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:41:02.327+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how to recover lost password"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost hotmail password"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost messenger password"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost password"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recover hotmail password"/><title type='text'>Microsoft&#39;s Password Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Well, something bad happened last night. I wet my bed, something I havn&#39;t done in a long time... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I did not. I don&#39;t hope to either but I dreamt shitloads about you. No, that&#39;s a lie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&#39;m going to say a truth and that is how great I think Windows One Care service team has become. Just last night, I lost my password for Hotmail and hence Messenger and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to it&#39;s importance to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent precious hours scouring for a possible solution when I should&#39;ve been researching and came up found wanting. The effort was futile and I was deeply saddened by this. Then I found a great link that allowed me to recover my password through account verification with Windows Live team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as follows: https://support.live.com/eform.aspx?productKey=wlid&amp;amp;ct=eformts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Another one is as follows: http://email.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;sdn=email&amp;amp;cdn=compute&amp;amp;tm=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4&amp;amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p284.8.150.ip_&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;amp;bts=0&amp;amp;zu=https%3A//support.live.com/eform.aspx&lt;br /&gt;%3FproductKey%3Dwlidvalidation%26ct%3Deformcs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for About)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these two links, you are able to get support from the Live team, a real life technician who will verify the information you send them who will then send you a password reset link expiring in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a response easily within 24 hours and was provided with a link to gain access. I found things to be simple and fast despite my initial skepticism.  So if you lost your hotmail password, you can recover it through this link. Preferably, make sure you don&#39;t lose it in the first place and have a good secret answer that you can write down and hide somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank Aldrin from the Live team for helping me with this effort and say that you&#39;ve gained a faithful Hotmail supporter for a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai Jian People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. AskLeo is a load of shit. It&#39;s a very outdated site so ignore his advice because this service will give your account back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/4748947680820084031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=4748947680820084031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4748947680820084031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4748947680820084031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/05/microsofts-password-recovery.html' title='Microsoft&#39;s Password Recovery'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-1417368524802039974</id><published>2008-05-03T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:01:01.094+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="end"/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So, I&#39;ve decided to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no. It&#39;s something that has not crossed my mind and I&#39;m hoping it&#39;ll remain that way. This joke may sounds bad but I can be an ass sometimes and frankly, I care little and little about many things these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is reaching a crucial stage over the next few months. Soon, I&#39;ll be graduating and many things are going to happen at a fast pace. The first is deciding on just what to do. Is it time to look for a job or continue studying? With a job, I am able to take out a mortgage (this is a must before moving out) and move on with life. Though it makes you wonder what&#39;s the point when it all ends? I guess the process is much more important than the end right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going off track a bit there... I think it&#39;ll be better to find a job and take out a mortgage. This way I can move out and proceed faster towards my life goals whatever they are... Now this is a damned depressing thought... Looking for a proper job... On one hand, I&#39;ll be leaving my dreaded workplace but on the other, the depressing thought of being rejected until I find the desired job (if there is one) doesn&#39;t make things much more brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, move forward I must. I think once I find a graduate position, I&#39;ll see if I can attempt honours part time because it&#39;s something that can make me special lol... Another thought... Writing this post makes me feel my options are everywhere. I need to do a mindmap soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah... that&#39;s a bit of random rant about my soon to explode life... Definitely a typical life for an average kid. Not as exciting as dealing drugs or being a child soldier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m hoping I&#39;ll have something more exciting to rant about next time... Until then, adios my friends. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please don&#39;t surprise me. I&#39;m a mundane individual, I long for stability. I don&#39;t like betting until I know I have a good chance of succeeding. If I fail, I tend to back away, learn from my mistakes and try again.  But when I try again, I hope the situation will have changed enough to give me  a better chance of succeeding. Of course, that&#39;s very much unlikely so all in all, surprises sucks. I don&#39;t change much...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/1417368524802039974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=1417368524802039974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1417368524802039974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/1417368524802039974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/05/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-4457674455343048999</id><published>2008-04-27T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:46:01.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things girls don&#39;t relize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Yeah, the topic was written incorrectly intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot to rant about including a discussion I had with my staff members regarding their religion, a thought that came into my mind after watching a movie regarding love and then the issue of Tibet. But I&#39;m just going to note them here and write about them later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my blog has become less analytical in nature and more diary style. it seems my creative energy has been sapped by time wasting activities... But go with the flow I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I passed my driving test 2 weeks ago, on Mon 8 of April 08. Finally got off my lazy ass lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough ranting for now and just want to post a chain letter I received a few moments ago. Normally, I delete those crap but I&#39;m gonna make a special exception for this one as it might bring a smile or two to the guys and girls. It brought a smile to my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things girls don&#39;t realize....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot; &gt;1.  Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it&#39;ll  take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second  that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go  to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys  go crazy over a girl&#39;s smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to  notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex  love-interest. Unless they&#39;re goin for the  let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are  method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk  to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they&#39;re still  loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don&#39;t care how gorgeous you are, if you&#39;re a bitch  Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like &#39;You know  what?!..uh...nevermind..&#39; would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from  what you are thinking. And he&#39;ll assume he did something wrong and he&#39;ll obsess  about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls are guys&#39;  weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If a guy  tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don&#39;t  need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you  is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely  use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole  hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about butts and boobs,  personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being  compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small  thing a girl does, even if she doesn&#39;t notice it can make the guy think about it  for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the guy does  something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next  couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a  guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he&#39;s probably faking it and is spazzing  inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really  is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a guy asks you to leave him alone,  he&#39;s just actually saying, &#39;Please come and listen to me.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ,b&gt;If a  guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn&#39;t happen that often, so  when it does, you know something&#39;s up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you  are beautiful, don&#39;t say you aren&#39;t. It makes them want to stop telling you  because they don&#39;t want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When a guy looks  at you for longer than a second, he&#39;s definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don&#39;t  be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys talk  about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys really think that  girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but  somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut  to be able to read a girl&#39;s mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No guy can handle all his  problems on his own. He&#39;s just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;32. Not all guys are jerks.  Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot; &gt;33.  They love it when girls talk about their boobs. haha it&#39;s true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When  a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Even if they  refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys love neck rubs and  if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck  really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be  with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as  possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he  probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his  life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/4457674455343048999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=4457674455343048999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4457674455343048999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/4457674455343048999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-girls-dont-realize.html' title='things girls don&#39;t relize'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538181316341259031.post-86428448716266351</id><published>2008-03-30T05:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:34:56.102+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="counter strike source"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playing source with integrated card"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slow windows reboot"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slow windows restart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slow windows shutdown"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uphclean"/><title type='text'>The Fruits of My Labour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;OMG!!! I JUST WON THE LOTTERY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no, but I&#39;m just as ecstatic. Ever done something well and right and you just feel so suddenly good? Well I&#39;m feeling it now because I done something that I feel proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed up two of my PC&#39;s in 3 days including a new hard drive, total installation of all files, new graphics card tweaking and finally, new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not going to make any sense because I&#39;ve been trying to fix a shutdown/restart error of my laptop for the last hour. The time is 5:12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I want to address in this blog/diary note and the main purpose is for me to share information with others facing similar issues to me. If you&#39;re reading this, thank me because my work did not come easy. Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Counter Strike: Source. An interesting game I bought a day ago. Quite different to 1.3 haha and too damn realistic. Fucking grenades don&#39;t bounce the same either and damned noobs can&#39;t throw flash properly. Kids, you throw the &#39;nades at the enemy, not your fucking team mate you little turds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried to play this game on my low end laptop which had a 945GM Graphics card. Integrated of course. I got a black screen and can&#39;t get into the options. So it runs but not good enough. After much research and reading loads of shit, I found only 2 articles which mentioned that Source can be run on this card. Determined to prove this myself, I searched further and asked shitloads of people who mostly abused my card and made fun of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what fuckers, it ran. With new drivers, and the well known Casey&#39;s config as well as dropping -dxlevel to 7, it ran biatches. On net with half full map, I got an amazing 10fps average!! You won&#39;t believe how much fun I had... So people, you can run source on low end cards and even integrated provided you tweak the settings enough and lowering your -dxlevel to 7. If anyone bumps into this article and want more info, email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ever experienced shutdown problems? Or reboot problems? Sometimes it takes you fricking 2 mins to do either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did on my laptop again! What a damned headache... I had no idea why so I formatted the shit (it needed that anyway). So it did the same again after a format (along with all new installations...) so I formatted it again. Yeah, I formatted it twice with the second time done after installing everything... You know how painful that is? It&#39;s fucking depressing sitting in front of the PC doing that. I now know I&#39;m not the IT type. I get lonely and depressed but then again who don&#39;t after playing with 2 PCs non stop for 3 days in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the third time round, I decided to declare war. One can&#39;t have peace unless one uses force. I should&#39;ve learned that from WW1. I went on the net again scouring info. about what the problem was. Mainly got loads of old shit about random crap not applicable to modern situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a few gold nuggets here and there I pieced together a war plan. Firstly, I realised I needed to identify my source of problem. To do that, I needed to access the Event&#39;s Manager in CP. With that I was able to see all errors and it showed that one or more of my resources are not unloading their memory properly @ shutdown/restart. It however didn&#39;t tell me which one so I followed the error code and found a program (UPHClean) which supposedly unloaded it without me finding out. Unfortunately it was snake medicine and didn&#39;t do what it purported. But from it, I was able to find out which program was fucking with me and it was a Toshiba sound program. Dodgy programmers who can&#39;t program for shit, they fuck up so it conflicts with my other shit which fucks me up... Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tvstray.exe you bastard. You know how much misery and pain you&#39;ve caused me? I hope the programmer goes to hell. So armed with msconfig I disabled the fucker for good. Now it doesn&#39;t fuck with me anymore. I&#39;m telling all you processes, fuck with me again and I&#39;ll delete you for good. Hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s late, so tired, sorry for so much expletives but 3 days of this shit really tires you out. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/feeds/86428448716266351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4538181316341259031&amp;postID=86428448716266351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/86428448716266351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538181316341259031/posts/default/86428448716266351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wo-long.blogspot.com/2008/03/fruits-of-my-labour.html' title='The Fruits of My Labour'/><author><name>Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021442035698052583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>