<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:47.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cesspool</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112713986784909970</id><published>2005-09-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:44:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New template. All updates go in there now. And yes, it's updated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112713986784909970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112713986784909970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112713986784909970' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112652525960866266</id><published>2005-09-12T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:38:53.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Childish Giggle of the Day:  This simply screams "ARMY": (Update : I actually mean "Female Officers in the Army".)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112652525960866266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112652525960866266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112652525960866266' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112601764797416856</id><published>2005-09-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:39:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will. You. Just. Look. At. That.Okay, plucked this from Sarah(h)'s blog: iGod. So here's a transcript of my spiritual encounter with this... thing:Me: Sup.iGod: Same old. Me: So what do I say if you sneeze? iGod: Say the first thing that comes to mind.Me: Okay. What the hell. iGod: OK with me too. Heaven.  Me: Hell. iGod: Heaven. Me: Hell. iGod: Heaven. Me: Shut up. iGod: OK I'll stop talking now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112601764797416856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112601764797416856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112601764797416856' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112550000825289482</id><published>2005-08-31T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:06:04.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was bored.And then it got worse. Until this.Update: The buggers refuse to put my highscore in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112550000825289482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112550000825289482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112550000825289482' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112522650596024509</id><published>2005-08-28T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T04:03:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saving The Day"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." - 2 Corinthians 4:8-9The time has come for my Yearly Major Injury (Y-MI, or Why Me?). Two years ago it was a cerebral jolt by a softball bat, last year it was a knee cap giving way. This year, it's a nail in my foot. Yes, ouch. Don't ask</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112522650596024509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112522650596024509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112522650596024509' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112486800726674542</id><published>2005-08-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:20:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easter Egg Edition - The fun things you never knew you could do with your computer.1. Mozilla Firefox is satanic! Type "about:mozilla" without the quotation marks into the URL bar and hit enter. 2. If you have Messenger Plus!, type the following into your normal chat window:/strek \V//somg/insult3. Alternative languages for Google:Bork! Bork! Bork!Elmer FuddPig LatinHackerKlingon4. Hitchhiker's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112486800726674542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112486800726674542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112486800726674542' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112473330959621044</id><published>2005-08-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:42:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manly Studs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112473330959621044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112473330959621044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112473330959621044' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112463454006110247</id><published>2005-08-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:41:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And by Your love Lord You opened my heartNow Your light will shine alwaysBy Your Word Lord, Your promise secureAnd my soul will live alwaysJesus, hold me into Your heartInto Your heartLord my soul delightsAnd I know You hear my prayerTake me deeper LordWould you believe me if I said...that God can make miracles happen today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112463454006110247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112463454006110247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112463454006110247' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112376486670006606</id><published>2005-08-11T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:54:36.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEER ALMIGHTY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112376486670006606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112376486670006606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112376486670006606' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112365558457468974</id><published>2005-08-09T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:50:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A National Day SpecialPropagandaWe've all been thoroughly annoyed by that mismatched couple prancing around to that moronic song in that moronic video. Pity the McDonalds staff who have to endure a full day of that satanic flick. No wonder none of them were smiling when I visited the East Coast McDonalds a couple of weeks ago. Good thing there wasn't a chinese version (or was there?). But there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112365558457468974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112365558457468974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112365558457468974' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112299373190991889</id><published>2005-08-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T07:42:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Festival of Praise 2005 with Hillsong and Delirious5-7 August 2005 (Fri-Sun)7.00pm onwards nightlySingapore Indoor StadiumAdmission is free.Re-posted because it's one of the biggest events of the year in my calendar.Starts at 7pm, not 7.30 as earlier posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112299373190991889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112299373190991889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112299373190991889' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112286949557559646</id><published>2005-07-31T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:11:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cesspool's Christmas SpecialConsider the following: 1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen. 2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112286949557559646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112286949557559646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112286949557559646' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-112149913328238900</id><published>2005-07-16T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:32:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this somewhere. And I loved it."I always identified with Calvin as a child (I suppose you could say I still do), and this strip pretty much sums up what being a kid like Calvin is like. Constantly feeling out of sync with the rest of the world, and thus retreating to the world you create for yourself in your mind. If you think about it, Calvin was really quite an anomaly in popular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112149913328238900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/112149913328238900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112149913328238900' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111866410526180591</id><published>2005-06-13T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T05:04:16.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Flash. This one's on a more relevant topic. See it here. Turn up the volume a little.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111866410526180591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111866410526180591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111866410526180591' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111833698149624379</id><published>2005-06-09T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:09:41.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Flash. It lets me do really absurd and pointless things like this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111833698149624379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111833698149624379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111833698149624379' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111823904423349165</id><published>2005-06-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:57:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm trying very hard to do up a new template. But it only works well in Internet Explorer 5.0 and up, and at 1,024 x 768 resolution. No Netscape (whatever), no Firefox (boo). Take a look here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111823904423349165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111823904423349165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111823904423349165' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111816551682885984</id><published>2005-06-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:18:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the really dumb things that I do when i'm bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111816551682885984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111816551682885984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111816551682885984' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111712194734820391</id><published>2005-05-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T08:39:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111712194734820391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111712194734820391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111712194734820391' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111522503096682402</id><published>2005-05-04T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:52:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Day in the Blog of a 14-year-old GirlcLasS suCkeD tOdAy my cHineSe tEacHer kePt caLLinG mE anD asKinG mE to rEaD duMb paSsAgeS aBouT anCienT cHina whO tHe heLL neEdS to kNow aBouT anCieNt cHinA anYwaY bUt i maNagEd to siT neXt tO tHe cUtEsteSteSt gUy in cLasS sO iT waSn't so bAd wEstLifE iS coMinG to siNgaPorE oHmYgaWd ohmYgAwd oHMyGaWd i'M soOooOoOoOooooOO eXcitEd tHey'Re soOoOoOooooO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111522503096682402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111522503096682402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522503096682402' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111410333650861696</id><published>2005-04-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T10:10:23.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Twits and More TwitsFeeling the frustration of doing things that are absolutely unnecessary, redundant and demeaning? Things that could be done in a thousand other faster and better ways, things that could be done a thousand times faster if they were only done by someone else? I can deduce, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you must be working for The Warrants In The SAF.That's right. Greying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111410333650861696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111410333650861696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111410333650861696' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111393655252561693</id><published>2005-04-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:49:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Love, Life and LivingLoveabom·i·na·ble (adj.): The opinions of others.Lifeas·i·nine (adj.): Everybody else.Livingam·bi·tion(n.): An ardent desire to step on everybody else.We are the unfortunateWorking for the unqualifiedTo do the unnecessaryFor the ungrateful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111393655252561693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111393655252561693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111393655252561693' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111349475692993397</id><published>2005-04-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:06:24.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is an update. It is nine words long. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111349475692993397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111349475692993397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111349475692993397' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-111056426890425520</id><published>2005-03-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T10:05:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so ronery So ronery So ronery and sadry arone There's no one Just me onry Sitting on my rittle throne I work very hard and make up great prans But nobody ristens, no one understands Seems that no one takes me serirousry And so I'm ronery A little ronery Poor rittre me There's nobody I can rerate to Feer rike a bird in a cage It's kinda sirry But not rearry Because it's fihring my body with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111056426890425520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/111056426890425520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111056426890425520' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-110995967775889058</id><published>2005-03-04T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:07:57.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the new world.Online shop for pirated software. Credit upfront, free postage, same-business-day enquiry, next-business-day delivery. Dirt cheap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110995967775889058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110995967775889058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110995967775889058' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-110960993164264197</id><published>2005-02-28T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:21:39.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I probably sound like a girl, but I absolutely love Michael Bublé's rendition of That's All.Who the hell still reads my blog anyway. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110960993164264197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110960993164264197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110960993164264197' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-110953224439165953</id><published>2005-02-27T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:30:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to revive the fagboard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110953224439165953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110953224439165953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110953224439165953' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-110953015346876383</id><published>2005-02-27T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:18:39.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. First post in 3 months. I just happen to be awake at this hour because I'm on a 2-day MC for a sprained ankle (whoohoo). And I just happen to be dead bored too. About a week ago I saw the trailer and poster for White Noise, and noticed the little heading on top of the poster. Got interested and did a little research on EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon). Apparently it's supposed to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110953015346876383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110953015346876383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110953015346876383' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-110113657345961390</id><published>2004-11-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T07:16:13.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Christmas Tree is up :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110113657345961390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/110113657345961390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110113657345961390' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109991791572337841</id><published>2004-11-08T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T04:45:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does it hurt when I peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109991791572337841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109991791572337841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109991791572337841' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109976388140850005</id><published>2004-11-06T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:14:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bugger ManI came back from Australia with a new buddy -- this cute little bug that was half under my skin on my right arm and half dangling out. So I yanked it out and it squished in my hand, beetle juice and all. 100% genuine Australian bug. Exotic. It probably laid its eggs in my arm or something, because now the bug-hole's a little swollen and itchy. And it's bleeding from too much scratching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109976388140850005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109976388140850005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109976388140850005' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109954926423242636</id><published>2004-11-03T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:21:09.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BushWar, war and more war. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109954926423242636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109954926423242636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109954926423242636' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109707065734146312</id><published>2004-10-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T06:50:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BRBFlying off to Australia in slightly under twenty-four hours' time. Bye bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109707065734146312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109707065734146312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109707065734146312' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109655187484435157</id><published>2004-09-30T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T04:32:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turn up the volume for this one...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109655187484435157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109655187484435157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109655187484435157' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109620395213518239</id><published>2004-09-26T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:12:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1hr 45mins 1hr 54mins"Pop" goes the knee. And with it, three months of unprecedented mileage. In the end, 21km = 17km run, 4km walk/limp/stumble/scream. That's right. I screamed. More in utter frustration than in pain. Sigh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109620395213518239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109620395213518239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109620395213518239' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109464728315925263</id><published>2004-09-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T05:41:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're really bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109464728315925263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109464728315925263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109464728315925263' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109361303803710123</id><published>2004-08-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T06:23:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kitty rape</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109361303803710123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109361303803710123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109361303803710123' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109344627368627520</id><published>2004-08-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T04:33:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New post below this post. I refuse to let anything obstruct the euphoria the world shares with the man below ;)Some things absolutely inspire me. Talk about protection...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109344627368627520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109344627368627520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109344627368627520' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109215201991513195</id><published>2004-08-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T08:39:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to Caldecott!After all the publicity, Singapore Idol has finally arrived. And what strategically astute timing too. In an effort to highlight our Uniquely Deficient creativity and knack for copycat-ism, the people of Singapore were grandly introduced to the nation's latest Western gameshow rip-off. The outgoing PM certainly made a shrewd and timely exit. This aside, it was admittedly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109215201991513195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109215201991513195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109215201991513195' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109145471425802193</id><published>2004-08-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T07:12:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patriotic B*st*rdsHave you seen this year's NDP poster? The one that says "A Progressive Society" and is commonly spotted at MRT stations. Gosh. My upper study once told me: You'll never do your best unless the effort's justified. Well, the three NSmen who submitted the winning logo and publicity designs for that poster were awarded $1.00 in recognition of their efforts. But wait. $1.00 can go a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109145471425802193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109145471425802193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145471425802193' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109119326374502624</id><published>2004-07-30T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T06:19:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a birthday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109119326374502624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109119326374502624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109119326374502624' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109084598595287243</id><published>2004-07-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T05:48:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109084598595287243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109084598595287243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109084598595287243' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109075848857107975</id><published>2004-07-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T06:12:00.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finger-lickin' goodDid Garfield really do that? Key quotes: "He has five fingers and there is a thumb on the side and another finger on the other side. It's clear as day he is giving you the middle finger." Tiffany Glad, mother of a three-year-old girl, said that since noticing the alleged obscene image, her daughter has begun to imitate it. "Basically, we have a three-year-old running around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109075848857107975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109075848857107975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109075848857107975' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-109066672701804871</id><published>2004-07-24T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T07:38:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me against the worldWhat do you do when they've run out of those exclusive Dri-Fit T-shirts for the Nike Real Run 2004, and online registration is "currently not available", and all outlets have "run out of registration forms", and the closing date for registration is in 24 hours, and all they do is "apologise for any inconvenience caused"? Sit in a corner and cry. Notice how some blogs go on and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109066672701804871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/109066672701804871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109066672701804871' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108971984322577960</id><published>2004-07-13T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T04:57:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's live up by making our hair look greatLa La LaLife is such a wonderful thingGatsby! Gatsby! Gatsby! Gatsby!Let's live up by making our hair look greatAfter you enjoy as much as possibleHey! Then farewell!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108971984322577960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108971984322577960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108971984322577960' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-10887732483710477</id><published>2004-07-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T06:11:28.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What we productive NSFs do on the Mindef Intranet Forums, known to many as Work-related Discussions:[DarkSpork] rock[Mal] scissors[Mal] ...[Mal] DAMN!Also,[tag] ouroboros: lets play Pong[Ouroboros] ok..[tag] |.[Ouroboros] .|[tag] |.[Ouroboros] |. [Ouroboros] whoopsClick here if you missed your childhood and don't know what Pong is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/10887732483710477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/10887732483710477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#10887732483710477' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108800182322526481</id><published>2004-06-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T08:02:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Further Updates from Life in General1. The Learning Cafe now has a classical guitar. 'Nuff said. 2. Whoever wants to go for Steve Vai with me and toon and wang (maybe) let me know.3. I've stopped drinking coffee. Caffiene makes me pee. So now it's Milo all the way. 4. Have you seen me lately? I'm fat you know? 5. For some of the work I do in camp, I barely deserve the $350 allowance they give me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108800182322526481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108800182322526481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108800182322526481' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108669936924776663</id><published>2004-06-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T06:15:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updates on Life in GeneralOptimismSteve Vai is performing at SUNTEC on the 29th July. How nice. $50/$70/$120.SoulHillsong rocks. Really. Eat dust, Steve Vai.MindMy camp just opened a "Learning Cafe", a la NJC Student Lounge, minus the putrid stench and plus a coffee machine that produces much more than coffee. Being free and seemingly unlimited, my coffee intake has totalled nine cups. In two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108669936924776663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108669936924776663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108669936924776663' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108626916173091662</id><published>2004-06-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T06:26:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday Destination of the Year: Pee Pee Island VillageOk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108626916173091662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108626916173091662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108626916173091662' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108626828300662719</id><published>2004-06-03T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T06:28:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're all going to need this sometime:Dear [your boss's name],During the years / months / days that I have worked here, I have come to better understand my own needs and the needs of the company. Regrettably, I have reached the conclusion that these needs are no longer in synch. Without any blame or bad feelings / For personal reasons I would rather not discuss / On advice from my psychiatrist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108626828300662719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108626828300662719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108626828300662719' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108566289701118463</id><published>2004-05-27T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T06:01:51.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For life!"And we all move aside, near the Land Rover. Moments later a cargo plane zooms overhead and farts out a crate with a parachute. After it lands, men in green scurry over to "recover": detach the parachute, fold it, and plonk the crate onto a forklift. And all the while I stay where I am and snap away with my office's official camera. "Where I am" happens to be five metres from a runway. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108566289701118463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108566289701118463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108566289701118463' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108524743429742954</id><published>2004-05-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:37:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Glimpse Into The Life of LuxurySeveral days ago I was sent by my deputy chief to cover the SJIOBA (SJI Old Boys' Association) vs ORA (Old Rafflesians' Association) Golf Challenge. What the hell. A non-SAF event, expectedly causing some discontent among my direct bosses. Well, the deputy chief was former-SJI: elitist, loyalist, golf-sucker. Anyway, all I had to do was take pictures, with a free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108524743429742954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108524743429742954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108524743429742954' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108436008970194787</id><published>2004-05-12T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T04:09:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lesson #1: Managing Your Workforceby Paul Sturrock, Manager, Southampton Football Club"Southampton manager Paul Sturrock has challenged his players to win their last two Barclaycard Premiership matches so he can use the extra prize money to replace some of them."Translated as:"Hey employees, please work like dogs for the last leg of this season so that I can fire some of you."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108436008970194787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108436008970194787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108436008970194787' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108419399750596748</id><published>2004-05-10T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T05:59:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Conclusion of the Poser Era Draweth NearBaton Rouge, LouisanaWearing sagging or baggy pants that expose your underwear or buttocks would make you a criminal under a bill approved by a House panel Thursday."I don't relish the idea of seeing the beginning of people's pubic hair," Westwego City Councilman Glenn Green told the House Criminal Justice Committee on Thursday."I don't relish seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108419399750596748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108419399750596748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108419399750596748' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108386044744277921</id><published>2004-05-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T09:31:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Rules For EmploymentSICKNESS AND RELATED LEAVE: We will no longer accept a doctor statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.SURGERY: Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all your organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have something removed constitutes a breach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108386044744277921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108386044744277921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108386044744277921' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108341683292104531</id><published>2004-05-01T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T06:11:25.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Things to Do at a Drive-Thru  1. Drive through the drive-thru in reverse and let your passenger order. 2. Ask the price of almost everything on the menu and then order something that you didn't ask the price for. 3. Tell the employee that your window is broken. Order and then pay with your door open. When the food comes, roll down the window and snatch your order from their hands. 4. Go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108341683292104531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108341683292104531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108341683292104531' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108325204671471997</id><published>2004-04-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T08:27:02.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Health tip #1: Coca-Cola is good for you1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident. 2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of coke and it will be gone in two days. 3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108325204671471997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108325204671471997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325204671471997' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108289976946145879</id><published>2004-04-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T06:33:34.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to those who feel fat: Make everyone around you fat. That way, you'll look thinner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108289976946145879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108289976946145879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108289976946145879' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108289950700653287</id><published>2004-04-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T06:36:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern Methodist University: In-class Assignment for Wednesday: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.  Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his other immediate right.  One of you will then write the first</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108289950700653287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108289950700653287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108289950700653287' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108256062746940701</id><published>2004-04-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:21:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smart man + smart woman = romanceSmart man + dumb woman = pregnancyDumb man + smart woman = affairDumb man + dumb woman = marriageSmart boss + smart employee = profitSmart boss + dumb employee = productionDumb boss + smart employee = promotionDumb boss + dumb employee = overtimeHmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108256062746940701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108256062746940701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108256062746940701' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108222797101397224</id><published>2004-04-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:57:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken soup for the soul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108222797101397224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108222797101397224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108222797101397224' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-108203729495906439</id><published>2004-04-15T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T07:15:43.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hungry?The best way to dispose of many country pests is simply to eat them. Because, the best answer to a pest is to encourage the predator that will eat it. And the most efficient predator is Man. The way to re-establish ecological balance, therefore, is to acquire the habit of eating your competitors. Stupid Malaysians IndonesiansA candidate in last week's legislative elections in Indonesia won</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108203729495906439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/108203729495906439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108203729495906439' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107971379428417112</id><published>2004-03-19T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T08:54:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so they were Indonesian. And one was caught. About time.  Moral of the story: Military Intelligence is an oxymoron. Entertainment suggestion of the day: here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107971379428417112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107971379428417112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107971379428417112' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107961518589878885</id><published>2004-03-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T05:23:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Three Wise MenAnd so, having finally reached land, the three friends left their worn sampan along the beach and sought shelter in the dense woods, for the rain was falling harder and faster. They had travelled with great difficulty across the dangerous waters of the Straits of Johor, but they knew that it was for a good cause. The hardships they had experienced in their homeland were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107961518589878885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107961518589878885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107961518589878885' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107961450461651429</id><published>2004-03-18T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T05:21:49.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Malaysians Are So Successful In Life, Part IIAccording to the latest statistics, 200 SAF personnel and another 200 policemen were first deployed to comb the island, backed up by 12 search dogs and two helicopters, and more soldiers were added on as reinforcements from late afternoon.Who said anything about them being caught?Disclaimer:Having chosen to serve the Lion City and repay a debt owed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107961450461651429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107961450461651429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107961450461651429' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107901305995025318</id><published>2004-03-11T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T06:00:13.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooo..Aaah..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107901305995025318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107901305995025318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107901305995025318' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107849221378357544</id><published>2004-03-05T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T05:13:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bloody GP. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107849221378357544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107849221378357544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107849221378357544' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107840963423809721</id><published>2004-03-04T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T06:41:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We'll all grow old some day. But sometimes, growing up isn't such a good idea after all. Anyway, this is really really worth reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107840963423809721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107840963423809721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107840963423809721' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107814973299094367</id><published>2004-03-01T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T06:44:19.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...We've just spent the past 12 years learning how to order noodles at the hawker centre. Well, thanks. And then they finally realise that those bloody Americans are just out to make a killing and retire early. No wonder they introduced the essay section. An entertaining read to pass time, and why not? They're paid for it, after all. Are Singaporeans simply not enterprising enough to come up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107814973299094367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107814973299094367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107814973299094367' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107799398168370703</id><published>2004-02-28T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T06:40:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How would you feel after completing a task that you didn't enjoy, took nine-and-a-half hours of your precious weekend, and caused severe mental anxiety? Elated? Exhausted? The Army is a frequently used Calvin Klein upscale perfume. Or maybe a frigging ugly Collin Kam underwear pack. Go figure. I just need some sleep.Oh, and for the record, the nine-and-a-half hours resulted in 15 pages, 5,071 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107799398168370703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107799398168370703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107799398168370703' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107794489428848073</id><published>2004-02-27T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:11:03.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend? What weekend?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107794489428848073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107794489428848073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107794489428848073' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107788884922328157</id><published>2004-02-27T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T06:21:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Modern-day art [ribbit]Bless the Ar*y for granting me a free pass to Asian Aerospace 2004. Damn the Ar*y for rendering it nothing more than a plastic card with a cloth neck-strap by making me attend a nine-hour long meeting, and then asking me to compile the minutes. Nine hours, go figure.Bless the Ar*y for respecting my ESH (alternate Saturday off) instead of keeping me back to complete </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107788884922328157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107788884922328157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107788884922328157' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107710985654926943</id><published>2004-02-18T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T06:16:20.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ya pay peanuts, ya get monkeys." - The Universal Truth of the Labour Market. The MINDEF Intranet is a wonderful technological breakthrough. Yeah, right. It is the perfect substitute for the ugly horrors of the World Wide Web, where freedom of speech prevails and destroys, and impure content harrasses our innocent, blameless, fragile minds every second. The Intranet, on the other hand, filters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107710985654926943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107710985654926943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107710985654926943' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107330973517104430</id><published>2004-01-05T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T05:39:05.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women: do you wonder what men do in men's rooms? Check it out.Shamelessly ripped from Dave Barry's Blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107330973517104430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107330973517104430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107330973517104430' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107296582881587909</id><published>2004-01-01T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T06:54:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm finally free and bored enough to do something about this blog. Well, i've rarely been at home since I returned from Europe. And now I'm going to be stuck at home for the next few days entertaining some guy coming to visit from Australia. How exciting. Maybe I should just borrow $350 from my dad and buy a PS2 right now instead of waiting for CNY. I haven't watched LOTR yet. My mum told me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107296582881587909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107296582881587909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107296582881587909' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107108632128785503</id><published>2003-12-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T11:59:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. I want to go home. There is nothing to look forward to except Tottenham vs Manchester United next weekend. It is too cold here. The internet is a bloody 56k dial-up. The book I brought is almost finished. But there's VH1 on cable TV here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107108632128785503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107108632128785503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107108632128785503' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-107002986505350219</id><published>2003-11-28T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T06:31:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mindless violence. Mindless game.. Mindless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107002986505350219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/107002986505350219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107002986505350219' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106983427781158406</id><published>2003-11-26T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T00:33:48.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're very bored, click here. If you're still very bored, and need to kill some people, click here. And if you're still bloody bored, click here and play "Game Changer". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106983427781158406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106983427781158406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106983427781158406' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106969070328476450</id><published>2003-11-24T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T08:40:16.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe you've seen/heard this before: PRACTICAL jokers have fooled airport staff into making rude public announcements... and left them with even redder faces by putting the recordings on the internet.Staff at Heathrow Airport thought they were just providing a public service by directing recently-arrived "passengers" to waiting taxis.But the strange foreign "names" they were asked to read out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106969070328476450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106969070328476450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106969070328476450' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106822030824237928</id><published>2003-11-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T07:52:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging has gotten boring, but the world of soccer hasn't. From Soccernet: Dick Stands Firm On Van NistelrooyHolland manager Dick Advocaat is sticking by his decision not to start Ruud van Nistelrooy against Scotland despite the striker's return to goal-scoring form against Rangers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106822030824237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106822030824237928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106822030824237928' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106655375131869223</id><published>2003-10-19T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T01:59:59.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy to update. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106655375131869223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106655375131869223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106655375131869223' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106568460099714175</id><published>2003-10-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:38:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday nat!		animate('toptitle', '#00FFFF');</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106568460099714175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106568460099714175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106568460099714175' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106519775099129429</id><published>2003-10-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:22:20.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some entertainment here. The less adventurous ones go here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106519775099129429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106519775099129429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106519775099129429' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106396277397067687</id><published>2003-09-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T02:19:29.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Football365</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106396277397067687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106396277397067687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106396277397067687' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106371457344552502</id><published>2003-09-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T08:28:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would you, could you, with a fork?I would not, could not; it's still pork. I am Sam, Sam I am.That Sam I am, that Sam I am. I do not like that Sam I am.Do you like green eggs and ham?I do not like them, Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham.Would you like them here or there?I would not like them here or there. I would not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106371457344552502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106371457344552502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106371457344552502' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106239704358116399</id><published>2003-08-31T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T23:31:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Ode To Singapore PoolsAlarum. Drums and TrumpetsIf thou dost play with Him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luckHe beats thee 'gainst the odds.PauseI am not, nor have I ever been, a wealthy man. I hadn't a shoe to my foot. As to a stocking, I didn't know such a thing by name. I passed the day in a ditch, and the night in a pigsty. That's the way I spent my tenth birthday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106239704358116399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106239704358116399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106239704358116399' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106208952328069058</id><published>2003-08-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:00:30.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singh while you're winning1. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen would not have been able to do their job without the assistance of that Indian army. 2. The Indian Dance Society put everyone else to shame on Wednesday. Hard kaur! 3. (With reference to the same event) Mr. Menon and Mr. Sara: even more hard kaur! 4. Student Councillor who came to give out the survey forms on that same day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106208952328069058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106208952328069058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106208952328069058' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106170987005961728</id><published>2003-08-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T00:49:44.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PapersIt's a long way to the front. Of the queue, I mean. A dozen people are standing in line with a dozen other people, just to pass their hard-earned income over the counter in exchange for a little slip of paper. This slip of paper will simply nonchalantly move along with time while their owners sweat over it. These people are playing with luck and fortune, thinking that their informed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106170987005961728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106170987005961728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106170987005961728' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106097014770708035</id><published>2003-08-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T11:28:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FallacyMy testimonials are, put simply, going to hell. And Dorothy Chua can, too. She's the first teacher (so she's called) whom I know teaches GP, or English for that matter, by loading. She pumps us with structure, with such rigidity atypical of the English language, limits flair and stifles creativity. Follow her argument of every paragraph of every passage being initiated by a topic sentence,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106097014770708035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106097014770708035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106097014770708035' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106044057200907689</id><published>2003-08-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T02:14:51.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's closer than you thinkA man from my church was within the vicinity of the JW Marriott Hotel on Tuesday, 5th August 2003. He was working in the office building right next to the hotel. His colleague had rushed him out of the office to go for a meal. He had wanted to go to one of the cafeterias at the hotel. "...The BBC's Becky Lipscombe, reporting from the scene, said (that) a cafe on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106044057200907689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106044057200907689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106044057200907689' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-106043479088158009</id><published>2003-08-09T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T07:38:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something interesting here. Quality's a little crap but it's worth it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106043479088158009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/106043479088158009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106043479088158009' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105992264835039575</id><published>2003-08-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T08:09:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TimeI won't be going for the prom. Will be overseas with my family. Some would die to be in my place, but i think otherwise. I mean, the prom would be the last time I see many of you. But it won't be. So the last time I see most of you will be in the exam hall. Fitting farewell, huh?In which case, "three months to the A-levels" would equate to "three months left to enjoy the company of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105992264835039575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105992264835039575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105992264835039575' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105992182856310292</id><published>2003-08-03T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T07:58:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ear feels like it's got a column of thick dense air stuck in it. Somewhat like placing a piece of paper over it. I can still hear normally (i think), but it feels uncomfortable. Makes me feel like reaching inside and pulling something out. Jianqing's brother killed the ear on Saturday anyway. He drums like some maniac. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105992182856310292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105992182856310292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105992182856310292' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105964572215980474</id><published>2003-07-31T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T03:24:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some things you wouldn't like to hear your doctor say: "Okaaaay. This looks bad."[To his colleagues] "Hey, come and see this!""Can you contact your parents? There's quite a big decision to be made here.""We need to refer you to NUH to see the senior consultant there. No, you'll have to take a cab.""This is going to hurt a little.""We're halfway there. Hold on.""Wait here. I need to go look for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105964572215980474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105964572215980474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105964572215980474' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105940225890165874</id><published>2003-07-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T07:24:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>!@#$.Nine stitches. Four from the first wound removed. Two from the second wound removed. Wound starts to open. Doctor leaves the final three there and sticks some little white tape over it and tells me to come back in three days. Grrrrr... Anyway, here's a little game for some entertainment: Dope Wars. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105940225890165874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105940225890165874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105940225890165874' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105914584782295037</id><published>2003-07-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T03:02:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a nutshell, part three:I took out the bandage to apply antibiotic cream today. It looks absolutely disgusting. Grotesque. The stitches are black. The dried blood is almost black. There are three wounds, two of which are stitched. Two of the wounds are behind the ear. One is called a "4cm laceration" while the other is called a "superficial cut". Guess which is stitched. The other stitched one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105914584782295037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105914584782295037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105914584782295037' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105903000179420569</id><published>2003-07-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T07:25:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a nutshell, part two: So here I am at home taking a day off from school because today is the most critical stage of recovery -- anything touches the stitches within the first twenty-four hours and I might well have to go back for another round of granny's knitting. I woke up this morning with an ache on the other ear because I slept on it all night (and morning, total 12 hours sleep, ha ha to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105903000179420569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105903000179420569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105903000179420569' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105897501525864193</id><published>2003-07-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T08:53:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a nutshell:I pierced my ear today! Nine times! I'm such a punk. The metal bat didn't do a good job the first time round -- the hole was big enough to stick a banana through. So the tattoo artist stuck two needles in my arm and one in my wrist, pumped in a hell lot of clear fluids, emptied four bottles (2 litres) of saline, packed me off to the mothership, kept me on hold for 3 hours, summoned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105897501525864193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105897501525864193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105897501525864193' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105878109924532486</id><published>2003-07-21T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T03:00:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exclusive footage! Nah, not so exclusive. But still, it's classic. The video footage of SHARON PHUA GETTING DUNKED! Be patient; it takes a while to download. It's a bit dark and jerky, but hell is it worth it. With full audio too. Many many thanks to Eugene Teo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105878109924532486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105878109924532486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105878109924532486' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105854488257095582</id><published>2003-07-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T09:48:14.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of hunks, chickens and idiocy. And more idiocy. Cun...i mean, Funtasia. Where the guests can be counted on two hands and a foot and the profits can be counted on the other foot. And what do they think they're going to do with a skinny rope tied to a skinny tree tied to another skinny tree? Suspend a skinny guy and slide him down right smack into the Nanyang fence below, of course. Or will the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105854488257095582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105854488257095582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105854488257095582' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259369.post-105826182056264279</id><published>2003-07-15T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T02:37:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google fun: Go to Google and enter "weapons of mass destruction" in the search field. Click the "I'm feeling lucky" button and read on. [thanks to Amelia]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105826182056264279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5259369/posts/default/105826182056264279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecesspool.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105826182056264279' title=''/><author><name>collin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03035338071789787959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
