<?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-3896949680959080059</id><updated>2012-01-09T11:12:41.132+08:00</updated><category term='wish'/><category term='feel'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='reflect'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>mukintosh</title><subtitle type='html'>2007 and counting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Crying but no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Crumbling to dust before your very eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wonder how long I can  keep this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before I lose everything and chase away everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-772235877073619213?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/772235877073619213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/McDgDlnDX0Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Where are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what the hell is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the dust has only just begun to form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;crop circles in the carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sinking feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4513806218225297179?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9S9YOSmvcU/TYIXwBn2PmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/z5Ss3bLDmxQ/s72-c/forevertraveller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5725957558321236260</id><published>2011-03-04T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:01:45.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a disturbing lack of concern about my future, what degree I should get, the job that I want, the life I want to live etc. I don't think about those at all and that's REALLY unsettling me since I am 'coming of age'. I'm too happy go lucky for my own good. I live life in small pockets of time. Never caring about what's up 3 steps up the ladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5725957558321236260?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5725957558321236260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5725957558321236260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5725957558321236260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5725957558321236260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-disturbing-lack-of-concern-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2029474703743592421</id><published>2011-02-13T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:13:48.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some facts about myself:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a 3rd sergeant in BMTC's SME team! Basically a team of trainers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am infantry trained&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of last year I am an ISFP according to MBTI's personality test. You can take it &lt;a href="http://www.mypersonality.info/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Do share your results with me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ORD date is 25 Feb 2012&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My CCA in primary school was Boys' Brigade and Athletics. Choir for sec sch and jc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am shy and timid by nature, really!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also highly passive, tending to keep many of my thoughts and feelings to myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like it when girls wear big hairbands because I think it looks cute on (most of) them haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I divulge very little of myself to anyone, even to close friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am pretty pessimistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate to say this but I think I have a low EQ.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thus I have problems understanding people really well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Therefore, I am single!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be spending my valentine's day in camp -.- Not that it matters since I don't have a date anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm a pretty good presenter/ speaker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not said the "F" word in years. The last time I did was sec one. That's 6 years, beat that suckerzxz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not have a clear idea on what I should be in the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm talented, but I'm a master of nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am fickle and undecisive because I like to keep my options open&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a fear of commitment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest I've ever liked a girl (without telling her) is a year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I vomited in the cab the first time I clubbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a lazy thinker (I don't like to follow up on my thoughts a lot lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My BMI is 18.7! It was below 18.1 in JC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have relatives living in Australia, Canada and China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainstream music is boring. Go have a listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzIK5FaC38w"&gt;Explosions in the Sky&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder a lot if I ever will get attached since I'm not very good with people. Much less a life partner. This saddens me a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have only been attached once, in sec 4. After that my hormones left me but it still hits me every now and then haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate sleeping late (past 2) so people don't like me much during a sleepover haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enlisted on 26 April 2010 into Apache coy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I weigh 57.8 kg and 1.75m tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fastest I ever ran for my 2.4 was 9.39. I am very proud of it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dare to say that I am a natural at pull-ups because I don't train for it at all and I can do 17 on avg, max is 20. ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secretly want to be an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2kJZOfq7zk"&gt;urban ninja&lt;/a&gt;! I'm pretty good at climbing so yea lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I appear serious and focused, but I'm actually full of nonsense inside hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a blur cock sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 2 brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a younger sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother is a teacher in my secondary school. Nope she didn't teach me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm skinny but I actually love food! Especially western cuisine: baked rice, steak etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a weakness for ferrero rocher chocolates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a criteria for liking girls. I just like the people I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a strange tendency to be attached to the longing instead of the fulfilment of a desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2029474703743592421?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2029474703743592421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2029474703743592421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2029474703743592421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2029474703743592421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-facts-about-myself-i-am-3rd.html' title='Some facts about myself:'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7115185416205641264</id><published>2011-01-13T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:32:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TS5yR74-9lI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xXJ9WztxIJI/s1600/brightlightspurplevibe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TS5yR74-9lI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xXJ9WztxIJI/s320/brightlightspurplevibe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561508242309183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7115185416205641264?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7115185416205641264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7115185416205641264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7115185416205641264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7115185416205641264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TS5yR74-9lI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xXJ9WztxIJI/s72-c/brightlightspurplevibe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8528883172867446012</id><published>2011-01-10T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:57:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TSspt5fu_OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4Wm6cqJtkJs/s1600/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TSspt5fu_OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4Wm6cqJtkJs/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560584033423785186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back to CJ to pay the choir a visit today and I must say they're really in tune though they lack volume due to their small size. But still. The choir's going strong I believe. Had dinner at Ion's swensens thereafter. Caught up with them, had a few good laughs and an awesome time overall. I love the choir. Somehow I feel at home whenever I'm around them. Even after all this while. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was walking home and I thought the street lights looked really pretty with its warm yellow glow and all so I took a shot of it. It was cold and rainy but the lights made me feel warm for some reason. I guess you could say I'm touched by even the simple things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TSsoxggmSKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ksMzJVygNrU/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TSsoxggmSKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ksMzJVygNrU/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560582995924371618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8528883172867446012?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8528883172867446012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8528883172867446012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8528883172867446012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8528883172867446012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/went-back-to-cj-to-pay-choir-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TSspt5fu_OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4Wm6cqJtkJs/s72-c/IMG_0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-423111591332169605</id><published>2011-01-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:55:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_5625e820-4fd6-4554-9d5c-5c74210ec161.gif"&gt;Weee &lt;/a&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-423111591332169605?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/423111591332169605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=423111591332169605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/423111591332169605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/423111591332169605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpgickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2495181392940320265</id><published>2011-01-06T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:15:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 3.10 / 4.67   --&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#e7e4e4" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main Type&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall   Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did a personality test recommended by the NLP trainer and I turned out to be a type 4, the individualist. Very expected but the results reveal things about myself I'm not normally aware of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2495181392940320265?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2495181392940320265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2495181392940320265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2495181392940320265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2495181392940320265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/main-type-overall-self-take-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-217045006175645791</id><published>2010-12-30T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:59:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RESTLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-217045006175645791?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/217045006175645791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=217045006175645791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/217045006175645791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/217045006175645791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/restless.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3569042949093375543</id><published>2010-12-19T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:23:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOBs8dU4Pb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then we really have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You've been the only thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In all I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I can barely look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But every single time I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Light up, light up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As if you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Louder louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And we'll run for our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can hardly speak I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To think I might not see those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And as we say our long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I nearly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Light up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Slower slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We don't have time for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All I want is to find an easier way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To get out of our little heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Have heart my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We're bound to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even if it's just for a few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Making up for all this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3569042949093375543?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3569042949093375543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3569042949093375543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3569042949093375543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3569042949093375543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-sing-it-one-last-time-for-you-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1463674968216408984</id><published>2010-12-19T00:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:25:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting worse day by day. Life is dull. dreary. dry. monotonous. Sure I'm happy with my posting and my new rank but somehow it all feels so empty inside. Outside I look happy and I act okay and all but the truth is I carry a heart of ice within. I hate to admit it but I don't care about anything or anyone other than myself anymore. I hate this selfish thing I'm becoming but I don't know how to stop it. nor how I got to this position myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just moving with the flow of life. On and on towards nothing. I think I have a problem with people. Like I can't talk to them normally, or engage them in a meaningful conversation. I'm not part of the clique anymore. Just a silent bystander. Most of the time I act like I'm part of it though I'm really disinterested. It's so empty. Why can't I just be normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so screwed up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1463674968216408984?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1463674968216408984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1463674968216408984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1463674968216408984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1463674968216408984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-hasnt-changed-only-i-have.html' title='fading sight'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5364892807789964154</id><published>2010-12-12T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:21:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's graduation week. It's here. 5 months into the scs experience and I've finally reached the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5364892807789964154?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5364892807789964154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5364892807789964154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5364892807789964154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5364892807789964154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-graduation-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7355793849814323642</id><published>2010-12-11T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:43:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VcuPvOB_QYU" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KY8BCgX0dwg" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you know why I'm in love with music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7355793849814323642?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7355793849814323642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7355793849814323642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7355793849814323642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7355793849814323642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VcuPvOB_QYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7736552024330419566</id><published>2010-11-13T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:04:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leaving for taiwan for three weeks. This will be the longest I have EVER been away from home. Sigh. I'm gonna miss my bed and home and friends tonnes. Can't wait for taiwan to be over honestly. I know people say it's going to be a fun time and all but really? An 8 day field camp plus a 4 day navigation test?? I'm worried. I'll be getting field appointments as well so I can't just go thru the motions and pass.. Maybe it's all just a bunch of mind stuff. You know, 'cause I tend to exaggerate my fears a lot. It's a weakness of mine. Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still it's gonna be tough. 3 weeks without the internet! Unthinkable by today's standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanna get over taiwan and pass out as a commander. Quick. Asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna miss you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7736552024330419566?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7736552024330419566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7736552024330419566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7736552024330419566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7736552024330419566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/leaving-for-taiwan-for-three-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5174891456319773819</id><published>2010-11-10T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:17:47.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling...down as usual. Well what happened was not really my fault I should say. .I missed a live firing session due to cough and fever so I took medical leave. It so happened that I was scheduled to be the machine gunner. (Which means piloting an 11.4 kg heavy big-ass shredder and carrying it up and down knolls and difficult terrain for a platoon mission) Someone had to take my place. Naturally that person would be really pissed off since he was doing shit that he wasn't supposed to do. On a weekend I might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I came back on monday night I felt... I don't know if it's correct. Maybe it's psychological but anyhow I felt ostracised. I felt a divide between myself and the section though the chasm ran deeper with the MG team members. Even when I explained to them that I was genuinely ill, (it's not in my blood to malinger since I've never gotten a single status in aslc before) I felt that they shrugged it off as a lie. I fully acknowledge that they had to go thru shit in my place but I felt hurt. It's as if they took it as I spent my medical leave away in a club partying and enjoying myself to no end in the city whilst they grit their teeth and shiver in the biting cold in the jungles far away because the truth is I did not. I remembered my buddies on sunday night. I simply went to church and then went back home to rest. I had their suffering in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't feel like writing any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5174891456319773819?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5174891456319773819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5174891456319773819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5174891456319773819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5174891456319773819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i-feel-guilty.html' title='guilty?'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3595274189100400815</id><published>2010-10-18T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:18:19.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been hooked onto indie music recently thanks to Jing Ming. It all started when he showed me 2 songs, Young Blood and Sometimes by The Naked and Famous and Miami horror respectively. What magnetised me was the blissful freedom the songs depicted. Watching the music vid makes me feel and want the freedom they enjoy so badly. You know, running around in a place no one knows where, drawing crazy things with sparklers, travelling aimlessly with no one around to stop you or hinder your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deadlines. No superiors. No limits. No pressure. It's time under your complete control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess that is why I find indie music so appealing, not to mention its off-the-road style which makes it sound so fresh and novel. It offers a breakaway from the cliched music from mainstream artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdO85Qf4Poc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdO85Qf4Poc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3595274189100400815?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3595274189100400815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3595274189100400815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3595274189100400815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3595274189100400815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-hooked-onto-indie-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6864798391921180361</id><published>2010-10-01T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:28:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm actually happy for once. Like really. Echo owns Alpha and Hotel. Making the switch from Hotel was one of the best decisions I have ever made though it's a pity only 2 of us were successful. Nonetheless, I am blessed with good buddies and commanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking forward to the days ahead. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6864798391921180361?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6864798391921180361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6864798391921180361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6864798391921180361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6864798391921180361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-actually-happy-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-633585415454037080</id><published>2010-09-12T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:38:31.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weekend guard duty is not a joke at all. It sucks in every way imaginable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-633585415454037080?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/633585415454037080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=633585415454037080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/633585415454037080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/633585415454037080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend-guard-duty-is-not-joke-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5660105860881109530</id><published>2010-09-03T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:00:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in a period of extreme weakness. Right now I just don't feel like talking to anybody or seeing anyone. I'm just so disappointed with my posting. And I'm disappointed with God. Why me out of everyone else? Why did all my friends get better postings than I did? Why send me to the infantry of all other vocations? Why send me alone? Why God why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to roll up into a ball and cry. Call me a pussy. Label me whatever you want. It doesn't matter because you don't know what it feels like to be in my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5660105860881109530?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5660105860881109530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5660105860881109530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5660105860881109530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5660105860881109530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-in-period-of-extreme-weakness.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4887088089215170779</id><published>2010-08-22T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:50:56.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it really sad that I can't talk to my female friends like steph and jo normally any more because of a lack of common topics to talk about. The girls have moved on to university while I'm thoroughly absorbed in the army. All I know and talk about is army army army and they don't understand. Sigh, I feel so detached from reality and friends. I feel like I don't belong anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4887088089215170779?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4887088089215170779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4887088089215170779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4887088089215170779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4887088089215170779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-find-it-really-sad-that-i-cant-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-125068173759352774</id><published>2010-08-15T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:44:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you believe it? Only three more weeks and I'll be done with my foundation term in scs. Actually it's even lesser syllabus-wise because we only have urban ops and a navigation exercise left to go. So that means I'm 70% done. Time has indeed flown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-125068173759352774?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/125068173759352774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=125068173759352774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/125068173759352774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/125068173759352774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-believe-it-only-three-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-9020772210101025346</id><published>2010-08-10T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:37:02.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe i know somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;deep in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that love never lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we've got to find other ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep a straight face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and up until now i had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you are the only exception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm on my way to believing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-9020772210101025346?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9020772210101025346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=9020772210101025346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9020772210101025346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9020772210101025346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-i-know-somewhere-deep-in-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-9170141565081509034</id><published>2010-07-25T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:28:47.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're notoriously difficult to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-9170141565081509034?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9170141565081509034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=9170141565081509034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9170141565081509034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9170141565081509034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-notoriously-difficult-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7408036342506736217</id><published>2010-07-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:26:49.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUsWGNnqJ5U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUsWGNnqJ5U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7408036342506736217?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7408036342506736217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7408036342506736217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7408036342506736217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7408036342506736217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6869435639253348626</id><published>2010-07-25T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:24:36.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand there, watch me burn myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6869435639253348626?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6869435639253348626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6869435639253348626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6869435639253348626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6869435639253348626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/stand-therewatch-me-burn-myself-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6766322306390485402</id><published>2010-07-18T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:56:52.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHv7fnw5_rE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHv7fnw5_rE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a song which I feel is rather relevant to me because it speaks of enduring to the end even when the going gets tough. Through his amazing grace, he sustains us and gives us the strength to continue on till the day we finally see him face to face. It also reminds me of what I'm living for. It isn't for a higher rank. It isn't to be the best trainee in the company. Yes these are good things to aim for but they should not make me forget that I'm living for God and it is by his word I should live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6766322306390485402?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6766322306390485402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6766322306390485402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6766322306390485402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6766322306390485402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-song-which-i-feel-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7486351663982760717</id><published>2010-07-18T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:30:50.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh I REALLY don't want to book in tonight. SCS hasn't really been what I've been hoping it would be. It's boring, mundane and not as fun as other people have reckoned it to be. bummer. By the way it's gonna be a long week for me because I'm up for duty next saturday. DOUBLE sigh :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7486351663982760717?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7486351663982760717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7486351663982760717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7486351663982760717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7486351663982760717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh-i-really-dont-want-to-book-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1149082818613489560</id><published>2010-07-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:09:03.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Don't ask me why I keep staring into blank space. That is the time I'm thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1149082818613489560?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1149082818613489560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1149082818613489560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1149082818613489560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1149082818613489560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-ask-me-why-i-keep-staring-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4164055880123089501</id><published>2010-07-11T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:13:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really, really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4164055880123089501?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4164055880123089501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4164055880123089501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4164055880123089501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4164055880123089501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-really-really-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2072029307013073874</id><published>2010-07-11T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:01:14.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to convince myself that I'm fine and I am when I have company with me. All the laughing, joking and army talk seems to be the panacea for anything but when I get back home again and the dust settles, it comes back to haunt me and it hurls my mind back to where I started off. I wish none of this had happened. I wish I was loveless. I'd be a robot or a humanoid or an alien or whatever you call me but at least I'd feel less lost and confused and lonely all the time. I know I ought not to hold on anymore since it is in vain but I still do thanks to a foolish heart. That hope was lost long ago, long ago and I really need myself to believe in it to spare myself from more pain. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2072029307013073874?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2072029307013073874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2072029307013073874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2072029307013073874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2072029307013073874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-try-to-convince-myself-that-im-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4770185076588330848</id><published>2010-07-10T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:30:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDfn9NbbFqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7t22_0fz9PI/s1600/250px-SingaporeRanks-3rdSergeant.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDfn9NbbFqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7t22_0fz9PI/s320/250px-SingaporeRanks-3rdSergeant.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492113309364328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the rank which I will be pinning onto the front of my uniform in 5 - 6 months time. Me is gonna be a sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4770185076588330848?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4770185076588330848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4770185076588330848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4770185076588330848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4770185076588330848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-rank-which-i-will-be-pinning.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDfn9NbbFqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7t22_0fz9PI/s72-c/250px-SingaporeRanks-3rdSergeant.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7131320333406145929</id><published>2010-07-08T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:07:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need a catharsis, quick. Before I die from all this shit I'm keeping inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7131320333406145929?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7131320333406145929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7131320333406145929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7131320333406145929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7131320333406145929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-catharsis.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7986173015452128813</id><published>2010-07-05T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:18:50.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be on leave till next monday so this is roughly what's up ahead for me. No cruise sadly because going for one would mean sacrificing an entire month's allowance. I'm fine just resting at home anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eclipse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toy story 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to school to get my cert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe a stayover or two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh a new cover too if I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7986173015452128813?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7986173015452128813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7986173015452128813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7986173015452128813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7986173015452128813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-ahead-universal-studios-eclipse-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7823014618046638916</id><published>2010-07-02T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:06:39.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDNF1PLFbSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rNn3ZfbX7IA/s1600/13464_393215297184_555847184_3840986_2253080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDNF1PLFbSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rNn3ZfbX7IA/s320/13464_393215297184_555847184_3840986_2253080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490809151603174690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bmt's been one heck of a wild ride and though there were many times of  difficulty, I must say I have had a very memorable and fulfilling experience that I believe only my company and platoon, Apache platoon 1, can bring. I could not ask for better commanders and peers. Goodbye bmt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7823014618046638916?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7823014618046638916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7823014618046638916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7823014618046638916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7823014618046638916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/bmts-been-one-heck-of-wild-ride-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/TDNF1PLFbSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rNn3ZfbX7IA/s72-c/13464_393215297184_555847184_3840986_2253080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6842347157753073162</id><published>2010-06-26T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:50:17.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've gotta love coldplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WwO6MumNRA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WwO6MumNRA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6842347157753073162?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6842347157753073162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6842347157753073162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6842347157753073162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6842347157753073162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/youve-gotta-love-coldplay.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8012820187107995347</id><published>2010-06-21T20:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:44:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling refreshed, recharged and all ready to go back to camp tomorrow. I'm so glad the doctor gave me 3 days of leave really. Mostly spent the time just sleeping and reading. Nothing much, but I can't express how much I appreciate being able to do simple things like this at my own discretion. (OTOT haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh the last IPPT was conducted today by the way. Sigh. Looks like I'm leaving BMT with a disappointing silver. Not to mention a reduced chance of going to command school. Speaking of command school I'm not sure if my intentions of going there are even right to begin with. In all honesty I want to be a commander because of the amount of freedom that my current commanders enjoy. I don't want to be the one standing in line like an idiot while my superior casually indulges in a chocolate waffle in front of me for forever. I want to be as free as they are. Which recruit doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8012820187107995347?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8012820187107995347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8012820187107995347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8012820187107995347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8012820187107995347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-refreshed-recharged-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4727781315753024663</id><published>2010-06-19T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:05:30.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vomiting, diahorrea, sore throat and fever. God do I feel terrible to the core. Ah well at least the doctor's given me three days of attend c. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It just sucks that I'll be missing the last IPPT, aka my last chance to get a gold. Maybe I'm just not fated to get it. That, among other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so much easier to frown at life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 click route march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Judgemental shooting (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ins and outs of guard duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SOC 200 and 400m run down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IPPT 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4727781315753024663?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4727781315753024663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4727781315753024663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4727781315753024663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4727781315753024663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/vomiting-diahorrea-sore-throat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7651044924224746864</id><published>2010-06-13T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:45:52.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know if you do, but I miss you. And I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7651044924224746864?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7651044924224746864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7651044924224746864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7651044924224746864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7651044924224746864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-if-you-do-but-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-9109714413703662120</id><published>2010-06-12T10:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:05:51.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.44</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got to get an IPPT gold. Even if it means depriving myself of yummy snacks and junk food for the next 2 weeks or so and running every night every book out. It's not only because I want to enter command school, I want to prove to myself that I'm capable of breaking a 3 year no-gold drought. I'm sick and tired of being short changed of a gold because of 2.4 when all my other stations are perfect. Screw silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I'll have to run under 9.45 to achieve that and I currently stand at 10.34. It's quite a distance I know but I've come a long way from 12.30. I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Live Range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Games day practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-9109714413703662120?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9109714413703662120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=9109714413703662120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9109714413703662120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9109714413703662120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/944.html' title='9.44'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4814668336257931159</id><published>2010-06-06T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:00:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoopee the only high key events left are live range and the final 24 km route march. The best part is that none of them are outfield events so no more stinky long fours and wet socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's just 26 more days to POP. oh yeaa. I've gotta reward myself with a cruise vacation or something of that sort during block leave because right now I'm really dying for a break from all things related to army. Army's like a poison sometimes I swear. Except that you won't ever die from it. Nor are you ever completely alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K la it isn't that bad. But I could really do with a nice and looong cruise vacation once I'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I think there's something more to Lady gaga than meets the the eye. I always thought there was something weird and scary about her. And this &lt;a href="http://vigilantcitizen.com/?p=1676"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; I came across confirms it. But do make your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sit-test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 click route march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hand grenade throwing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4814668336257931159?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4814668336257931159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4814668336257931159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4814668336257931159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4814668336257931159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1802324707892266217</id><published>2010-06-02T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:44:54.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gg down under. give me the strength to carry on god. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1802324707892266217?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1802324707892266217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1802324707892266217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1802324707892266217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1802324707892266217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/06/gg-down-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2504241842262246818</id><published>2010-05-30T10:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:42:33.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To have believed in a lie all this while&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in an illusory fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Frolicking in phantom water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only to know at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That it was all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been such a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2504241842262246818?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2504241842262246818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2504241842262246818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2504241842262246818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2504241842262246818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-such-fool-to-have-believed.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3751653012604906444</id><published>2010-05-29T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:32:07.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>bildungsroman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In all my brilliance I screwed up my laptop by trying to repair it on my own. Now it's completely nuts because it can't load Vista nor boot from a recovery disc even. Sigh. Ah well at least my younger bro is willing to lend me his for the meantime while my father sends it for &lt;em&gt;professional&lt;/em&gt; repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are bigger things to be depressed about though. For one I've not gotten any reply from any of the local unis so it pretty much means that my future will be a path paved by a private university. Or an overseas one. Oh wait money doesn't fall from the sky so there's also a chance that I went to JC for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many things have changed too, to say the least. The worst part is knowing that you can't turn back the clock, that you're left only with memories and you just have to live as it is. God I really miss everything. Especially europe when we found out we got 2 golds. And the ecstasy that followed as we sang and danced on the streets back to the hotel under the cool winter rain. I could never forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still do, I still do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3751653012604906444?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3751653012604906444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3751653012604906444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3751653012604906444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3751653012604906444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/bildungsroman.html' title='bildungsroman'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-826530641088024646</id><published>2010-05-27T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:11:45.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Field camp's over and man am I glad it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 click route march&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Field camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-826530641088024646?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/826530641088024646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=826530641088024646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/826530641088024646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/826530641088024646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/field-camps-over-and-man-am-i-glad-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-327098113611890968</id><published>2010-05-16T10:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:10:57.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God I come before you today to give thanks to you for being with me every step of the way the past 2 weeks. I thank you for being my pillar of strength when I felt weary and exhausted, my lighthouse when I felt lost and my close friend when I felt lonely and utterly miserable. You were God in my weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I book in tonight, I pray that you will to sustain and guide me even more in the next 2 weeks as I will be entering a more difficult phase of bmt since my 2 weeks of adjustment are over. Give me a resilient heart and mind that will not falter in times of sheer hardship. Endow me with the ability to focus even when under heavy pressure too. Grant me also, a compassionate heart so that I will not just care for myself, but for my bunk and company mates as well. I pray also that you will give my commanders the wisdom and foresight necessary to carry out their plans smoothly and efficiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Most of all, I pray for safety especially during field camp next week. I pray that everyone will remember their clearing drills well so that no one will be hurt during any live firing practices outfield. Guard us also from any dangerous animals that may lurk around and attack us at night. I pray you will give us good weather too so that our trainings can carry on safely and also smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I pray also for my good friends in other platoons and companies namely, Brian, Caleb, Sam, Jing Ming and Jeremy. Give them the strength you gave me. Hold them in their tiredness and bless them in whatever they do. May they also be good examples to their company mates and may their sergeants be reasonable to them in their punishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In Jesus' name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the past 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;National Service Oath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rifle drawing ceremony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Technical handling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Range demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IPPT 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 click route march (SBO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 click route march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-327098113611890968?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/327098113611890968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=327098113611890968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/327098113611890968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/327098113611890968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-god-god-i-come-before-you-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8388480994818674841</id><published>2010-05-13T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:02:57.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God has blessed me richly. My bunk mates are friendly, helpful and caring, my sergeants are lenient but also reasonably strict, my platoon gets to go first for most things because we're platoon one, I only have to climb 1 level when I forget to take something and the food in tekong isn't bad at all. Physical trainings are tiring but pretty manageable. Nothing too difficult thus far. oh and it turns out that my pre bmt night runs have boosted my stamina and fitness quite a bit cos I managed to run below 11 mins for 2.4 (at long last!) on my 1st ippt test. And, I got an A for everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So life in the army has been a bearable and somewhat enjoyable experience so far, and with my fingers crossed, I hope that it'll stay this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You gave me hope when hope was lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8388480994818674841?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8388480994818674841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8388480994818674841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8388480994818674841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8388480994818674841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-has-blessed-me-richly.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5173726307139451875</id><published>2010-04-25T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:14:23.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wumgprl04Lk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wumgprl04Lk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just a simple cover of one of the best coldplay songs ever. I'm sorry if it's a little shabby or not super impressive because i wanted to do this as a parting song for the civilian life which i'm about to leave after tonight but it's just too bad I hatched this idea a little late so I've practically had zero time to practice. But anyhow, I hope you'll like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It really is such a shame for us to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5173726307139451875?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5173726307139451875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5173726307139451875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5173726307139451875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7177471781953114859</id><published>2010-04-23T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:16:48.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyacV9UYkUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyacV9UYkUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" 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title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5467822697939755744</id><published>2010-04-20T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:08:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/S820isCHJgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Xk-IPWni9K8/s1600/SCAN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/S820isCHJgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Xk-IPWni9K8/s320/SCAN0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462220431098848770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was feeling pretty bored the past few days so I decided to doodle my time away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5467822697939755744?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5467822697939755744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5467822697939755744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5467822697939755744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5467822697939755744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-feeling-pretty-bored-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/S820isCHJgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Xk-IPWni9K8/s72-c/SCAN0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8253318037440706716</id><published>2010-04-16T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:55:40.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0w7WJYQpBk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0w7WJYQpBk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ah ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This song doesn't necessarily reflect the circumstances I'm in currently. I just felt like posting this because I always love the way it makes me feel. We may not feel the same thing but anyhow, I hope you will feel something you can appreciate, like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8253318037440706716?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8253318037440706716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8253318037440706716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8253318037440706716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8253318037440706716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/scientist.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7626388007513737619</id><published>2010-04-15T14:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:38:45.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What makes us human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12 days to NS and life just has to drop a really big surprise on me but what can I say? Life can be pretty unpredictable. Perhaps even to the most reclusive of people. So I shouldn't be surprised that life is surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's so hard a surprise to swallow though because I'm feeling pretty confused as to how I should continue from here. My heart and head are pulling in different directions and it's making me feel really torn honestly. Being a feeling thinker, I am more inclined towards the latter but I also want my emotions to have a bigger say in this because my emotions are what make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want to feel. I want to give. I don't want to be loveless like a robot is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is it right for me to have something like this (if it's even possible), in a time like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7626388007513737619?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7626388007513737619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7626388007513737619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7626388007513737619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7626388007513737619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/12-days-to-ns-and-life-just-has-to-drop.html' title='What makes us human.'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3207802809397850397</id><published>2010-04-09T13:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:06:12.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I only have 17 days left till I enter a completely new phase of life, I thought I'd share with you guys how I'm preparing myself for it. This is pretty much what I do in my spare time when I'm not chatting on msn or facebooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Strength training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st exercise: Bicep curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd exercise: Shoulder press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd exercise: Chest press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4th exercise: Tricep kickback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5th exercise: Some thing I made up and don't know what to call it haha. Works the shoulders and wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6th exercise: Pull ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to do between 6 - 8 sets of 8 - 10 reps for each exercise  everyday, depending on how strong I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cardiovascular Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speed training - 3 km (striving for under 15 minutes. Currently 17, yes I know I'm slow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Endurance training - 4.6 km (Striving for under 25 mins. Currently 28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Running is really tough. But I rather suffer now so that I can at least build up a base stamina which I can work comfortably with in NS than go for weekend assassinating remedial trainings. How am I to chill out, go for cell, facebook and msn if I don't have my weekends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Protein pumped foods such as tuna and eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wholemeal bread for fibre and other nutrients. I hate vegetables so this pretty much functions as a fibre substitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omega 3 pills that supposedly give you an IQ boost. I don't think it's working but ah well. Mum's already bought it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3207802809397850397?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3207802809397850397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3207802809397850397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3207802809397850397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3207802809397850397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-i-love-you-so.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7859312850533039613</id><published>2010-04-06T14:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:38:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why do you have to do this now? You're like a car speeding through a highway of red lights and stop signs. They used to be green, but the roads are closing down now because the city's people are moving on to a new phase of their lives. You're going in the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But there might still be hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If only - These must be the two saddest words in the world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7859312850533039613?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7859312850533039613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7859312850533039613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7859312850533039613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7859312850533039613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-you-have-to-do-this-now-youre.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2660590066039005599</id><published>2010-04-05T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:58:41.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will I leave so little faith in myself? I have a tonne of faith in others, be they family, friends and acquaintances alike but when it comes to myself, faith is scarce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aren't the people I believe in just as imperfect as I am? Why should I have more faith in someone who's just a little less flawed than I am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I need faith. And I'll find it. Just this once. Just this chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2660590066039005599?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2660590066039005599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2660590066039005599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2660590066039005599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2660590066039005599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-i-leave-so-little-faith-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7741244682171248682</id><published>2010-04-03T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:51:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know you have the hots for someone when she doesn't have to do anything to you but yet you feel entirely consumed by her. She affects you enough as she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7741244682171248682?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7741244682171248682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7741244682171248682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7741244682171248682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7741244682171248682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-you-have-hots-for-someone-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3325241778127960044</id><published>2010-03-16T09:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:59:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bumper list of things to do before thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Borrow winter wear (scarf, windbreaker, winter jacket,beanie, gloves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Get drugs from pharmacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Buy formal wear (white long sleeves + black pants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Pay for university application using mum's credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Buy photo paper for frisbee day's invitation card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Czech and Vienna in 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just to update you all, I did pretty okay for the A's. It isn't excellent but it sure is a miracle for me haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR PRAGUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3325241778127960044?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3325241778127960044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3325241778127960044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3325241778127960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3325241778127960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-bumper-list-of-things-to-do-before_16.html' title='Crescendo'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4758358999919966459</id><published>2010-03-04T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:49:31.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I screwed up so badly during choir practice today. I don't know, I just didn't feel right. The phlegm in my throat, my croaky voice, my lack of focus, the stupid heat, my stiff shoulders, the bad news, and the constant thought of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I haven't been thinking much about what I'd get because I knew I seriously freaked up some of my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Math was a shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Econs was a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lit was weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wouldn't say that chem and gp were hard but they weren't exactly a breeze either. So what I did after the A's was to simply try and forget about how much shit I'd gotten into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Distracted myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Played my life away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But there's no running away no more. Tomorrow's the day I snap out of my little fantasy world and make real hard choices for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choices, if there will even be any.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can't change things that are already set in stone, but I can prepare myself for the revelation of my life tomorrow. Hustle up, stay and be strong Mark. Trust God. He surprised you once. Pray He'll do it again, for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4758358999919966459?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4758358999919966459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4758358999919966459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4758358999919966459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4758358999919966459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-screwed-up-so-badly-during-choir.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2659488663943783795</id><published>2010-02-26T11:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:08:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartwarmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Life's been such a heartwarming joy to me recently. It's not the joy I feel when I'm sucking on a lollipop and my tongue goes all tingly and I feel happy. It's a deeper kind of joy I feel. A joy which no physical material can bring. The kind of joy that permeates you from the outside in and energises you to the point you see things in a different light, a good healthy light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I always thought I could find joy from within myself. Given my introverted nature, I thought I was all I needed. But no, how wrong I am. Man is not an island. Why should I be an exception? I've found my joy. It is when I'm with my good friends. When I'm with people. Not when I'm alone and bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2659488663943783795?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2659488663943783795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2659488663943783795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2659488663943783795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2659488663943783795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartwarmer.html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3704280635820757512?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3704280635820757512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3704280635820757512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3704280635820757512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3704280635820757512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8857446788496899274</id><published>2010-02-09T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:33:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're asking me to give something that I cannot and I ought not to feel guilty about it because I'm neither obliged nor able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But even so, I feel the pain you do, and it wrecks grief on my heart to see you bleed like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray, save your tears, because it is in foolishness that you feel like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8857446788496899274?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8857446788496899274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8857446788496899274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8857446788496899274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8857446788496899274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7284863289221771003?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7284863289221771003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7284863289221771003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7284863289221771003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7284863289221771003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/S2Wvo65sCsI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hZuu8fbuvHw/s72-c/muksterr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7292330820302589012</id><published>2010-01-23T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:04:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. I wonder what his name is, where he came from,  and if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there... in peace." - Faramir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7292330820302589012?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7292330820302589012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7292330820302589012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7292330820302589012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7292330820302589012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-sense-of-duty-was-no-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1699022443540100114</id><published>2010-01-20T22:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:55:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future prospects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pardon my absence, I have been busy of late. Busy with what? Well, some would call it bumming around. :D But it doesn't count as doing nothing because I am still busy doing something, though it may reap no financial reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (which by the way is how almost everyone I know defines as actually doing something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, seriously, this is what I've been, and will be up to for the next 4 months :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So it seems that some chapters in my school life have been reopened and revisited but I harbour no regret or apprehension in going back (so far) because choir practices have been quite a joy to attend. Mr toh's just so darn nice to the juniors and I can't understand why! I remember how he used to berate my batch so badly that choir practices became such a dread to attend really. But anyway, I'm glad to return and serve once again. Czech and Austria, here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's only the beginning of 2010 and already, I'm starting to sense a great change in the way God wants me to serve Him. Firstly, I will no longer be a regular member as I chose (along with the jay3s) to serve as an Assistant Cell group leader. It may not sound like much but it is quite a big deal if you think about it thoroughly. To mention briefly, I have to be an exemplary example- a reflection of Christ and his teachings for the people not just in my Cell group but for everyone in the church as well. I do not want any of my actions to stumble the faith of my fellow friends and juniors so it's quite apparent to me that I have to change the way I do some things for the glory of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Secondly, and I say this with great delight, I am now part of the Senior Youth Cell group (SYC). A lot of people have been commenting that it'll be weird since we'll be joining people who really are quite senior compared to us. I'm talking about a 5-6 years age gap difference and a bunch of people we are hardly acquainted with. Yea it might be a little weird initially but I think this is the change I've been looking for all this while in church. I don't mean to belittle the times I had in the YE but I think it's great that I'm finally joining the SYC because I think I will find better spiritual nourishment there -People that take christianity seriously and people who are mature in their thoughts and answers. I really need that kind of direction and seniority in this short interim that I have, the last before the storm comes aka: ARMY so that I will be well prepared for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;big future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thank God for the changes he has made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't realise how many friends I've lost over the years, I don't understand how people I used to know so intimately can just fade away like how sand seeps through the fingers of a clenched fist and only a few grains remain. Tracing them back is not my chief intention, rather, I intend to treasure the few friends whom I still have and be the best friend I could possibly be to them. I know I can't be everybody's best friend, but that is not my obligation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What I am obliged to do, is to be the best I can be to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am changing, deep in the inside. I know I am because I sense things differently now. It's like coming out of a cave I never knew I was in, but the difference now is that I actually know it's there and that means I can make a choice - Step out of it, or remain as I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It isn't easy to make such a choice because I have been so acclimatised to the darkness of my entombment. Am I more a lover of the dark rather than the light? I know which answer is more acceptable but it is not what I know in the inside that counts, but what I choose to do and manifest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To quote a friend, "You can't dream and imagine a character for yourself. You have to hammer and forge yourself into one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I remain as my biggest conundrum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;=-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So there you have it, my map for the journey to come. This is 2010, the year of change for me. For better or worse? I'm about to find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Goodnight world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1699022443540100114?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1699022443540100114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1699022443540100114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1699022443540100114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1699022443540100114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/future-prospects.html' title='Future prospects'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-3322689029305397790</id><published>2010-01-10T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:42:47.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The ships have sailed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The people have gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I'm still here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Waiting on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-3322689029305397790?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3322689029305397790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=3322689029305397790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3322689029305397790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/3322689029305397790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/ships-have-sailed-people-have-moved-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8052546159544421904</id><published>2009-12-02T11:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:03:26.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not as emo as you people make me out to be. The reason why I appear so thoroughly melancholic is because I only blog/tweet when I can no longer bear the intensity of my frenzied thoughts, which are so unfortunately, frequently wistful and sorrowful in nature, though I do have more happy moments than I care to admit through blogging. But anyhow, I hope my blog doesn't leave you with the sole impression that I'm purely just a melancholic, brooding kid who thinks life sucks and what not because I am definitely more sprightly in reality than my online persona conveys me to be. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Studying for paper 4 has made me question some things, happiness especially. Perhaps the people dwelling in the lower, 'imbecilic' echelons of society in the World State really are happier than those above them, the Alpha Pluses for instance. The happiness that both former and latter possess is purely physical; a titillating, ticklish and drug-induced simulacra of happiness, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; what sets the Alphas apart from the rest are their more acutely developed, cerebral abilities which imbue them somewhat, with the potential to realise the falsity and the superficiality of their own happiness and existences, just as Helmholtz exemplified in the Brave New World when he subtly feels the banality of his own purpose: "...I sometimes get, a feeling that I've got something important to say and the power to say it- only I don't know what it is, and I can't make any use of the power." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it striking because I don't know which I would rather have, would I rather be perpetually imprisoned in an imbecilic happiness and be unaware of it, or be intelligent enough to realise and escape the meaninglessness of it all?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would I be better off even if I managed to escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mond's words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" arial="" helvetica="" font="" &gt;&lt;dd style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The optimum population," said Mustapha Mond, "is modelled on the    iceberg–eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above."   &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And they're happy below the water line?"   &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Happier than above it."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8052546159544421904?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8052546159544421904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8052546159544421904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8052546159544421904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8052546159544421904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/contrary-to-popular-opinion-im-not-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7764560325264197347</id><published>2009-11-17T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:46:02.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My heart is heavy laden but my words seem incapable of conveying the full breadth of my frenzied thoughts and feelings. I feel stumped as to how I should even start writing this post, thus I shall end it here. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7764560325264197347?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7764560325264197347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7764560325264197347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7764560325264197347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7764560325264197347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-is-heavy-laden-but-my-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1837313318210645321</id><published>2009-11-01T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:14:25.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'>Because our Dreams dwell in an Infinite Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To strive for a dream is to work towards the heavens because our dreams dwell in an infinite sky. It's about painstakingly laying the heavy steps little by little, one at a time, till we finally build the bridge that connects sky with earth, infinity with reality, the one time where dream and reality stand as one, irrevocable and forever true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1837313318210645321?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1837313318210645321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1837313318210645321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1837313318210645321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1837313318210645321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-our-dreams-dwell-in-infinite.html' title='Because our Dreams dwell in an Infinite Sky'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-217495267333928361</id><published>2009-10-27T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:38:24.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;suffocating darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-217495267333928361?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/217495267333928361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=217495267333928361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/217495267333928361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/217495267333928361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/suffocating-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7534809978596340096</id><published>2009-10-22T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:37:50.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Follow me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/muksterr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; instead =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7534809978596340096?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7534809978596340096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7534809978596340096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7534809978596340096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7534809978596340096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-me-on-twitter-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4245338204331168819</id><published>2009-10-14T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:24:21.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What is certain in this tremulous period is that I'm uncertain of where I am, what I am headed for and the future that awaits me. What gets me so anxious is that my future literally hinges on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I make today. Make or break, as Liang Hui puts it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Note: I'm thinking of revoking my decision to blog everyday as it is becoming a bit of a distraction for me. If I do, I'll document this shitty A lvl journey on my facebook status updates instead. So yea, this is where I say a goodbye to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, dear faithful reader, unless I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to continue posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4245338204331168819?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4245338204331168819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4245338204331168819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4245338204331168819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4245338204331168819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-certain-in-this-tremulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8397574578729861578</id><published>2009-10-12T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:15:36.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It never feels like I've studied enough. Every time I complete something i'm like OH THAT'S ENOUGH FOR THE DAY LETS SLACK OFF and guess what? I plunge into a study account deficit ie: play&gt; study = never feels like I'm studying enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay rantings aside, this is what I have accomplished today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. 2007 GP Compre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Complex Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. Vectors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8397574578729861578?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8397574578729861578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8397574578729861578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8397574578729861578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8397574578729861578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-never-feels-like-ive-studied-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5800011792348146735</id><published>2009-10-09T21:34:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:13:07.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was deeply affected by the discussions about death between my classmates today. What it encompassed was generally this: Would you cry over a person's death? And if you did cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I found the discussion deeply moving because it forced me to question how much I really treasure the people around me, family, friends and acquaintances alike. Thus far I have not cried on a single occasion during the death of a person within my social loci. But today held me at gunpoint - Why do I display such little emotion even in the event of something as serious as death? Say for instance, my grandfather who passed away some time after the millennium. During the entire proceeding, (referring to the cremation, urning and so on) I did not shed a single tear of sadness over the passing of my grandfather although I did feel some pressure to do so as my parents and relatives were all in a profound state of grief and sorrow. So why didn't I cry? Did I not love my grandfather enough? Did he not give me enough grapes -McDonald treats -and hong-baos? He had done a considerable amount for me, yet, am I being loveless by not being able to spontaneously mourn his passing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Shalini suggested that it could be part of my nature or personality to refrain from expressing my emotion in a manner that is outward and external. But there was little reason why I should have to refrain from crying during my grandfather's death. I am certain my nature and character can make exceptions to my usual emotional passivity in times of great duress, if I love the deceased person dearly enough. In other words, (but still only hypothetically) I did not cry because I did not love my grandfather and the other people who have died in my life, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You are perhaps right in saying that I just haven't reached a higher state of maturity - a state by which my love for someone is intimately entwined to my own being, and for which, I will cry my entire soul and heart out in the occasion of that someone's death. But I hope you imply that I will reach such a stage eventually, whether at 25, 50 or 70 alike, because I abhor the &lt;i&gt;loveless&lt;/i&gt; monster I seem to be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5800011792348146735?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5800011792348146735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5800011792348146735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5800011792348146735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5800011792348146735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8222954870951134976</id><published>2009-10-06T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:22:55.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love is a&lt;i&gt; seed&lt;/i&gt; that starts small but grows readily as it is fed correctly. Over time it burgeons beautifully into a young, sprightly plant full of vigour. Then comes the bitter winter when the young plant shrivels till it becomes a spiritless shell in the chilling blizzard. But winter's cold has to one day give way to summer's warmth. The withered plant then becomes revived with a fresh lease of life, toughened by the ravages from the winter it had just braved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As the years pass, the young plant eventually matures. It no longer sways flippantly in the strong winter gale. Its weak stems are now solid wood:  Robust, firm and impervious to adversity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love in many respects is like the story of the seed. It is not something that can be cultivated to perfection within a day. It is not realised in a glance. It is a process. It is a bittersweet journey of unspeakable joys and wrecking heartbreaks but each time, it grows stronger and stronger till one day, it becomes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8222954870951134976?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8222954870951134976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8222954870951134976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8222954870951134976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8222954870951134976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-4819802281311790388</id><published>2009-10-04T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:54:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOTTA (PUSH PUSH PUSH)^&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; MYSELF (MORE MORE MORE)^&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-4819802281311790388?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4819802281311790388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=4819802281311790388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4819802281311790388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/4819802281311790388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-push-push-push-myself-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-9150567277085223355</id><published>2009-10-03T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:53:00.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I continue to walk the path that belies me, whether or not it leads to the light or the darkness, I have no way of knowing, but I walk all the same. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One thing I'm beginning to realise about myself: I am becoming ego-centric. The worst thing is that I'm using my introversion as an excuse for this: that my introversion justifies my self-pride, self-reliance, self-dependence and. . Selfishness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I shouldn't be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-9150567277085223355?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9150567277085223355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=9150567277085223355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9150567277085223355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9150567277085223355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-continue-to-walk-path-that-belies-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7046389143519699356</id><published>2009-09-29T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:27:12.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's that knot you feel in the pit of your stomach when you receive results you do not expect. You feel like murdering your insides because you realise that even your best efforts have showed dismal signs of fruition. And then that turning point comes when suddenly you know you have not really been trying all that hard the entire term leading up to the prelim. This is when some perceptible light at the end of the dark tunnel shines through; a sign that not all hope is lost. A sign of hope even in its faintest glimmer. It is hope worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;dl&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;A light from the shadows shall spring;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The crownless again shall be king&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7046389143519699356?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7046389143519699356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7046389143519699356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7046389143519699356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7046389143519699356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-that-knot-you-feel-in-pit-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6087883097960223244</id><published>2009-09-28T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:42:18.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We differed in every aspect but one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not in love. Just thought this sounded pretty epic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6087883097960223244?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6087883097960223244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6087883097960223244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6087883097960223244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6087883097960223244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-differed-in-every-aspect-but-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5917608738498236834</id><published>2009-09-26T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:10:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But our love was stronger by far than the love &lt;br /&gt;Of those who were older than we &lt;br /&gt;Of many far wiser than we &lt;br /&gt;And neither the angels in heaven above, &lt;br /&gt;Nor the demons down under the sea, &lt;br /&gt;Can ever dissever my soul from the soul &lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. &lt;br /&gt;For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams &lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; &lt;br /&gt;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes &lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; &lt;br /&gt;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side &lt;br /&gt;Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, &lt;br /&gt;In the sepulcher there by the sea, &lt;br /&gt;In her tomb by the sounding sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5917608738498236834?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5917608738498236834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5917608738498236834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5917608738498236834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5917608738498236834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-our-love-was-stronger-by-far-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7346875749035543957</id><published>2009-09-23T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:12:35.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel downcast, as low as the fiery pits of hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A part of me wants to just burst out in a rage of violent fury while another wants me to keep a hold of myself for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just 2/100 parts of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7346875749035543957?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7346875749035543957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7346875749035543957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7346875749035543957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7346875749035543957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-downcast-as-low-as-fiery-pits-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1560631097861371718</id><published>2009-09-22T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:49:46.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is an uneasy restlessness in the earth beneath me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ground I stand on silently masks an unspoken fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can feel it but I know it's there all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1560631097861371718?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1560631097861371718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1560631097861371718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1560631097861371718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1560631097861371718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-is-uneasy-restlessness-in-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8348440612614587464</id><published>2009-09-21T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:13:23.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been your good friend. Just not as good you'd like me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8348440612614587464?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8348440612614587464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8348440612614587464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8348440612614587464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8348440612614587464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-your-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5358028349143223564</id><published>2009-09-19T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:58:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrRHWYj0-aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WP4mOLmayzI/s1600-h/1178019_65830430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrRHWYj0-aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WP4mOLmayzI/s320/1178019_65830430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383005904490002850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad the prelims are over - no doubt. But this anti-climactic feeling now pervades my now...."purposeless" existence. Now I'm just hanging around the net trying to find something to do, attempting to find solace in an array of things which serve to do nothing except deepen this embedded dread of mine further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like being cooped up at home anymore. I want to play a sport. If there's something that brings me out of my usual self, it's an intense sport. I don't expect many to perceive me as an adrenaline junkie given my reserved, goody-stay-at-home-mummy's-boy nature. But this is not just what I am. And I prove it through sport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frisbee, Ping pong anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5358028349143223564?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5358028349143223564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5358028349143223564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5358028349143223564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5358028349143223564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-glad-prelims-are-over-no-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrRHWYj0-aI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WP4mOLmayzI/s72-c/1178019_65830430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8519333840840422864</id><published>2009-09-19T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:00:21.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everyone remembers me as a nice guy. That's it really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8519333840840422864?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8519333840840422864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8519333840840422864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8519333840840422864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8519333840840422864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-remembers-me-as-nice-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-2435997483997016359</id><published>2009-09-16T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:56:19.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>:We are ODST:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrDs15dEdmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gdsmGvKRtn0/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrDs15dEdmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gdsmGvKRtn0/s320/desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382061965407712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new desktop :) Wallpaper credit goes to desktopography.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-2435997483997016359?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2435997483997016359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=2435997483997016359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2435997483997016359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/2435997483997016359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-desktop-wallpaper-credit-goes-to.html' title=':We are ODST:'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkDB-7CJcvk/SrDs15dEdmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gdsmGvKRtn0/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6301894189238655546</id><published>2009-09-14T22:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:38:29.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hence. Thus. Therefore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow I feel really impressed by the sheer eloquence and fluency that my fellow literature peers demonstrate in their essays even under pressing conditions. What steals me away are their abilities to string many of their thoughts, points and arguments altogether in a coherent, succinct but in no way diluted, manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps I am in dire need of a writing style 'makeover'. . . I write too rigidly. Too often I find my sentences punctuated by "hence", "therefore", "thus", "as such", "since", "consequently" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who the hell uses words like compounding, momentary and dynamics in a blog post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You get the point. It makes me sound Boring. Formal. Mechanical. Dead. Superfluously logical. I can't keep letting this hinder what needs to be expressed fluidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6301894189238655546?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6301894189238655546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6301894189238655546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6301894189238655546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6301894189238655546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/hence-thus-therefore.html' title='Hence. Thus. Therefore.'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-9023303859221876442</id><published>2009-09-13T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:33:50.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truth's out. I'm feeling the weight of my compounding lack of study..and I'm regretting it. ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-9023303859221876442?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9023303859221876442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=9023303859221876442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9023303859221876442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/9023303859221876442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/truths-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6008033128776218118</id><published>2009-09-12T22:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:26:15.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The reason to be Cryptic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I affirmed myself that there are some things in life at this point, that are not worth pursuing. Or, they could be worth pursuing, just that they aren't appropriate just yet- given the ongoing circumstances. But I still do suffer the superficial consequence of my will, that is, the momentary delaying of gratification till a later time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can handle that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; probably wouldn't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am referring to, and I do not expect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to be lucidly clear about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; could guess though, and I like it when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess. It imbues me with a moment of power - power because I know something that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; don't. Power because only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hold the key to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6008033128776218118?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6008033128776218118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6008033128776218118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6008033128776218118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6008033128776218118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-affirmed-myself-that-there.html' title='The reason to be Cryptic'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-8601010298977939290</id><published>2009-09-10T21:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:12:02.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find math really, really hard. :( Could it be because I am logically challenged? If so, then what is it that fuels the way I think? Emotion? Intuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if supposedly I am not logically challenged, how differently would I behave? Would I be smarter? More objective in thinking? Would I have a weaker flair for writing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or am I just unable to do math because I am plain stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-8601010298977939290?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8601010298977939290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=8601010298977939290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8601010298977939290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/8601010298977939290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-math-really-really-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1120599788140592376</id><published>2009-09-10T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:18:11.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight's gonna be a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a good night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1120599788140592376?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1120599788140592376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1120599788140592376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1120599788140592376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1120599788140592376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonights-gonna-be-good-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-7487284520177279238</id><published>2009-09-07T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:24:26.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Watery Resolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should just cease with all this internal bull shit, the stuff I keep blogging. About how much I pretend to know myself when in truth I am only being consumed by the specters of my own lies.The way I feel about myself has always only been approximate. Like a pendulum that swings timelessly in both extremes. Ceaselessly Fluid. Mercurial. Capricious. Feelings I cannot put a finger on no matter how hard I try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough understanding the world around you. It's even harder knowing yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-7487284520177279238?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7487284520177279238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=7487284520177279238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7487284520177279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/7487284520177279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-i-should-just-cease-with-all-this.html' title='Watery Resolve'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-5450480460733442865</id><published>2009-09-07T15:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:12:34.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'>September 7 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was pondering a little deeper about my personality over the weekend and I now consider it a possibility that I could have been an extrovert all this while, albeit one who is (very) shy. If it wasn't shyness that propelled my apparent introversion, it was probably willful choice - The conscious choice to exclude myself from whatever social activity for whatever reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Damn, I could have been masking my true self all this while and didn't even know that I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is truly an epic moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Know thyself" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-5450480460733442865?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5450480460733442865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=5450480460733442865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5450480460733442865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/5450480460733442865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-pondering-little-deeper-about-my.html' title='September 7 2009'/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6236224805741302652</id><published>2009-09-04T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:20:14.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People change when you converse with them one on one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6236224805741302652?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6236224805741302652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6236224805741302652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6236224805741302652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6236224805741302652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-change-when-you-converse-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-6197638816936408320</id><published>2009-09-02T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:11:41.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoever planned that we should have 4 of the most heavyweight subjects in a span of 2 days obviously did not have student welfare in mind. That's CJ's genius for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-6197638816936408320?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6197638816936408320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=6197638816936408320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6197638816936408320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/6197638816936408320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoever-planned-that-we-should-have-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-1858428059283707583</id><published>2009-08-28T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:04:47.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems to be an unspoken fact that everyone's entitled to 1 'ponning ticket' per term judging from how people in my class never have 100% attendance. Save for Isaiah I think. haha. Anyway I used my 'ticket' on thursday and guess what? I get an uber long weekend because today (friday) was a study break for us. Ahh but it's not like I get to use the time to play or anything...Prelims are on *sobs* Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-1858428059283707583?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1858428059283707583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=1858428059283707583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1858428059283707583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/1858428059283707583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-seems-to-be-unspoken-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896949680959080059.post-575286274224996121</id><published>2009-08-27T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:13:43.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gazing out the windows during a heavy downpour makes me feel profoundly melancholic.The masking out of every other sound by the constant 'pitter patter' from the myriad thousands of raindrops, is soothing and tender on the sanguine soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God I love the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3896949680959080059-575286274224996121?l=infusionproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/feeds/575286274224996121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3896949680959080059&amp;postID=575286274224996121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/575286274224996121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3896949680959080059/posts/default/575286274224996121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infusionproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/gazing-out-windows-during-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>Muk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
