<?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-7193033</id><updated>2011-09-06T01:07:19.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I that Naive?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1472521044904293260</id><published>2011-08-16T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:18:27.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeasing the car gods part II</title><content type='html'>Today I got the confirmation that my loan for my car is settled, that is its been finally done and my car has been finally sold. Most people would say that I got off lucky only needing to pay up 500bucks to sell it. Especially when I took a 10 year loan with zero down payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to blog about it until I got the receipt that stated that it is fully settled. In some way on top being relieved, I am sort of sad to have to give up my ride. To add insult to injury, due to the accident I had, I do not get anyway of a refund for cancelling my insurance and that I have to still pay for the monthly installments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the car gods are happy now and will get of my case from now on. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1472521044904293260?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1472521044904293260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1472521044904293260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/08/appeasing-car-gods-part-ii.html' title='Appeasing the car gods part II'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2120267456019795467</id><published>2011-07-28T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:48:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeasing the car gods</title><content type='html'>I guess I finally put my foot down on it, well or at least my fingers. i have finally put my car up for sale in sgcarmart. I hope I can get a decent price whereby I can sell it at little to no loss of cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been sometime c oming that I had to face this faithful day, the stars were aligned in a manner that dictated that I do so, so here I am although a little relucant, I guess this is the right course of action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres to in hopes of a new chapter of my life where I will finally not own a car (and hope I get used to it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2120267456019795467?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2120267456019795467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2120267456019795467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/07/appeasing-car-gods.html' title='Appeasing the car gods'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3100935045422051147</id><published>2011-06-06T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:38:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil update, the good and the bad</title><content type='html'>1st the bad, had another accident again, this time round my car took a virgin hit to the front and the crash was quite bad. All this was becoz my cros were wet and slipped off my brake pedal while trying to stop at the carpark stop line. it did not help that i hit a speeding mercedes, anyway there willbe no way I can prove he was speeding so i decided to just suck it up and take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good, lil miss whiney surprised me with a gadget on friday, yes she got me an ipad2, I was very surprised as i was still using the company's ipad and we agreed not to make any big purchases due to need to spend more money next year on my car insurance. Her lil gift did put a smile on my face amidst the trying week I have been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a montage of pics showing the unboxing of my iPad2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hT4Zk6VXHQM/Tez0UdkeQfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iTT1z8DwUx4/s1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hT4Zk6VXHQM/Tez0UdkeQfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iTT1z8DwUx4/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615131467796333042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3100935045422051147?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3100935045422051147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3100935045422051147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/06/lil-update-good-and-bad.html' title='A lil update, the good and the bad'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hT4Zk6VXHQM/Tez0UdkeQfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iTT1z8DwUx4/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8132065149851537713</id><published>2011-05-04T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:34:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly-Ticks</title><content type='html'>Yup everyone has been bitten by the 5 sided bug, and like all ticks it sucks your blood. I am rather neutral in the scene that is happening around me in where I stay. But what really gets to me is when people that claim they are neutral but get really defensive and frevent when you speak ill or ask questions about certain policies in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a common man, when I ask such questions why aren't they answered with an honest answer, instead I am given more than ambigious answers that leave me more baffled than before. I was thus told to do my research before asking the questions. the problem is when I ask these questions, they are more rethorical and should only be answered by the people whom put these policies in place. Not by some blind follower whom is bias to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok if you had told me that you were a supporter of that party to begin with. I would have understood, but I was given a bullshit laden label that you are not a supporter but loved the status quo. But by wanting status quo, isn't that in support of the ruiling party to begin with? It was kind of oxymoronic and thus that agitated me quite a bit and thus I seem a bit more hostile lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebuttal I get is that you want an alternative voice not alternative noise. At this point of time, I would glady prefer alternative noise than to die in silence. Maybe you are the sort that will accept the bullshit fed to you and is happy to be told what to do and how to do it. But I am a person whom draws my own conclusions from what I see, what I hear and what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take the last guy you were with as an analogy, since he is confirm chop stamp guarantee that political way of thinking. He gave you so many promises and all the cock and bull story, the warning signs were all over the place, I advised you a few times to leave him yet you turned to a deaf ear. When you found out the truth it was shocking and you were in disbelief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same thing here, there is so much promises given to us but I seriously do not want to just lie around to find out one day that all this is bullshit and we have been taken for a ride after they have abandoned us to rot while they enjoy their spoils on other pastures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus at this point of time, I just want the truth to be told in plain simple terms, so that everyone educated or not can understand and there is no twisting of words or some form of trickry. I just want to be treated like a person and not a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note, i do understand that we will never see eye to eye on this issue, as long as you are honest about your stance, I will not give you a hard time about mine. Oh if you did not catch my stance, well let me say it again, I am politically neutral but I am driven by justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8132065149851537713?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8132065149851537713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8132065149851537713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/05/poly-ticks.html' title='Poly-Ticks'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-182133248524794155</id><published>2011-04-29T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:44:32.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note</title><content type='html'>I just want make a note that our current Press Freedom index is pretty far down for a country that prides itself for being 1st world in many adspects. So much for no 'climate of fear', its either the media is controlled by a certain party or there were incidents that the press had to 'pay' for their mistakes thus learning not to report on some unfavourable 'news'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we are even lower than countries like Iraq, Indonesia and Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://en.rsf.org/press-freedom-index-2010,1034.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus how do we know the bullshit that they feed us from the local press is correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being 1st world eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/em&gt; : i am a person whom is politically neutral, I do not favour 1 politcal party to the other, I am just more justice bias and thus i made this point)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-182133248524794155?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/182133248524794155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/182133248524794155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-note.html' title='Just a note'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7829565225067276955</id><published>2011-03-24T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:05:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm......</title><content type='html'>I had a long post in mind to give MY OPINON about an incident recently and even naming names as i am not a coward like some people whom like to post lil messages that insinuate something to someone but yet do not dare to say it to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought long and hard and decided to just fuck it and take my own advice and not 'comment'. Although I decided to take this course of action, that does not mean that all is well and dandy, I have therefore decided to remove this person from my friends list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7829565225067276955?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7829565225067276955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7829565225067276955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm......'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8152225742188036645</id><published>2011-03-23T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:21:54.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no you didn't.......</title><content type='html'>To the person whom insulted my wife, I just got this to say to you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cure for being fat, but there is no cure for being stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8152225742188036645?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8152225742188036645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8152225742188036645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='Oh no you didn&apos;t.......'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6142713240083417829</id><published>2010-12-09T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:46:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to Thank.....</title><content type='html'>I want to thank my crew for all the help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my brother for his immacculate acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank sassyjan for puting aside time for her part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my instructor for teaching us all the valuable lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, I wantto thank my wife for the support and help she has given me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6142713240083417829?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6142713240083417829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6142713240083417829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-to-thank.html' title='I want to Thank.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3156400900561116139</id><published>2010-11-11T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:57:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year</title><content type='html'>Hi, Happy Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3156400900561116139?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3156400900561116139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3156400900561116139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-year.html' title='Another year'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6861211977138951584</id><published>2010-10-20T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:25:14.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated</title><content type='html'>At work, there is a Burger King outlet that offers staff discounts for all staff in the compound, I bought a whopper meal today but was not given the 10% staff discount that i usually get on any other day without producing my staff card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pointed out the mistake thinking that it was a small thing and they will just redo the order and give me the correct change. Instead what I got was a rude awakening, I was informed, by the manager no less, that since I did not produce my staff card, I will not be getting the discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a 10% discount is a miniscule amount, but I was pissed with the reply I got instead of just losing the 10% discunt. At no instances did the manager, whom was serving me, asked for my staff card, and the sign that stated that all patrons are required to show their staff cards when placing their orders, was a small sign hidden in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ok to wantto cheat me of my few cents, but its not ok to state that it was my fault to not produce my card on purchase. What ever happened to customer is always right? All I know is the burger king here, in fact maybe burger kings all over the country has just lost 1 customer. they might say 'fine' 1 customer is nothing, but with that attitude of theirs, I hope they lose all their customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6861211977138951584?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6861211977138951584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6861211977138951584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheated.html' title='Cheated'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2142283917134700133</id><published>2010-09-30T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:42:47.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 to 5 Years</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked yet another milestone in our lives together, its been 5 years since we got our own place and its been 6 since we 1st met. Though there are times that we had our disputes, its been all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she makes me laugh and thats all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2142283917134700133?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2142283917134700133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2142283917134700133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-to-5-years.html' title='6 to 5 Years'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-9099147589437471955</id><published>2010-08-26T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:38:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in Humanity</title><content type='html'>Was watching 'Legion' last night and though it was a poorly made show, the underlying message in it that alot of us can take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is on the premise of what if "God' Lost faith in humanity and decided to wipe us out with his angels". Well that could happen, think about it, I mean we can get really mean at ppl whom we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like hearing about a person whose car was hit in a parking lot while she was parked and shopping and the culprit did not even have the decency to leave their contact number to pay for their own mistakes leaving the victim pay with their own money to repair their own cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hear about idiot bloggers calling other bloggers childish for deleting comments while they do it themselve and justifying their behaviour just becoz they are bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the one about ppl doing things to self sabotage themselves knowing that its a bad idea to do a certain thing yet they still do it just to prove some inane point that they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can certainly see that we are spiraling down to our doom. I do not say that I am a saint, nor do I stick to practises like a holy man, yet its hard not to miss these 'points' not thinking 'oh well there goes the human race'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised that 'God' has lost faith in man as a lot of us have already done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......when its the end comes, don't blame 'God', don't blame anyone, just blame yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-9099147589437471955?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9099147589437471955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9099147589437471955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/08/faith-in-humanity.html' title='Faith in Humanity'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1584783054057321530</id><published>2010-06-24T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:36:32.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Old Friend</title><content type='html'>I have known you for 11 yrs, though you were very feisty and had your temperments, you were still a good friend of mine. Its weird to actually see you go, with all the close calls you had in the past. I am glad that you left peacefully in your sleep, I guess your time was up and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are at a better place where you can run free and jump as high as you want. do take care my old friend, tilll we meet again. You will always be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1584783054057321530?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1584783054057321530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1584783054057321530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-bye-old-friend.html' title='Good Bye Old Friend'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2864441609453670798</id><published>2010-03-18T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:55:29.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good To Be True</title><content type='html'>About 5 years ago, bob the builder (aka my 'so called genetic father'), GAVE me 20K to help me start out my new life for my new place. Then about 3 yrs ago, he decided to ask me for 2K out of now where. I gave it to him stating that I actually do not have the money and the 2K I am giving him is borrowed money that I have to return on my own and that I cannot out of the blue give him money in future, he has to let me know in advance so that I can prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, who just 2 yrs ago sold our family home for 100K profit is now asking me for money back. How the hell does one spend 100K in 2 years (this is an on going problem bob has with money in all the years I known him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after another 3 years, he suddenly left me a text that since we (his children) do not care about him anymore, he wants his money back. That is 18K as he alrdy took 2K from me. I have all along knew that I would have to somehow return this money, but if it was a loan back then, he should have said so, not pretend it was a gift and then suddenly take it back becoz he feels we neglected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, after the last time i gave him money, he felt that my reply was not satifactory to him about me giving him the 2K, and thus never spoke to me after saying I was a ingrate. He misunderstood what I meant about not able to give him more money out of the blue is becoz I had my own financial problems and not mean that I will not give him back the money indefinitely.  Now he is accusing us of being bad sons so he wants his money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that everytime he wants his money back he will text me instead of calling me, I used to think he was a very brave ma, now I understand that he is all but a coward that likes to blame everything and everyone around him for his woes. Worst is, he thinks teh blardy worl revolves around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kids, what have we learnt today? There is no free lunch in this world, even if it came from your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I have lost complete faith in that man, and am utterly disappointed in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom thinking that I am being unfilial to this man, you need to know the family history of what he did to my mum before thinking so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2864441609453670798?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2864441609453670798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2864441609453670798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too Good To Be True'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6530096096519681</id><published>2010-01-26T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:29:37.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeeAssThree Part III</title><content type='html'>I finally succumbed and got myself a new PeeAssThree Sleem.....damn you SONY....for making pay for something I already have....yet its so hard to just leave it not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still fix the old set, hopefully to sell it to recoup some of my loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6530096096519681?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6530096096519681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6530096096519681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/01/peeassthree-part-iii.html' title='PeeAssThree Part III'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8040141659719513065</id><published>2010-01-25T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:24:07.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow its me again</title><content type='html'>Looks like its a really bad day/month/week/year for me. Aside from all the last minute shit I get, now somehow they need to change the cubicle formation of the room and somehow only my cubicle is affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse its a hate me day too, its not enuff to throw shit my way, they now want me to move to a cubicle that i really hate the position of. Its deep in the room and very far from the door and a position where ppl walk past it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be happy like that you tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8040141659719513065?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8040141659719513065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8040141659719513065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehow-its-me-again.html' title='Somehow its me again'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1944671020396932144</id><published>2010-01-25T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:48:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeeAssThree Part II</title><content type='html'>About 3 weeks ago i decided to buy a laser deck from an ebay seller stating that they were based in Hong Kong and that the laser was fully working. 1 week ago I received the part, on installing the deck's blue ray was completely dead. What is even worse is that the ebay seller is actually operating from shenzhen (land of piracy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my part still stuck somewhere between here and Shenzhen, as I had to send it back then I can get a replacement, and the PS3 sitting in pieces still unable to play BluRay disc. I am left frustrated with the fact that I paid $80 to get a defective part which I had to pay another $10 bucks to ship back and no working PS3 and a whole lot of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy fucking ebay sellers operating out of shenzhen.....why can't they be honest and state that they are operating from shenzhen instead of hong kong. That will lead to less frustration as I would have never bought from them to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1944671020396932144?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1944671020396932144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1944671020396932144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/01/peeassthree-part-ii.html' title='PeeAssThree Part II'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5418890170915055921</id><published>2010-01-21T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:48:37.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about the loan sharks</title><content type='html'>A rather good friend and semi-famous blogger friend of mine has had the worst of luck ever since the demise of her father. Now &lt;a href="http://sassyjan.com/blog/?p=2155"&gt;Pseudo Loan sharks&lt;/a&gt; are demanding her to pay an imaginery loan that comes with no proof of the loan ever being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse is that the police that part of our tax is used for is not very helpful to her plight. Do find out more of the whole story in the link and if possible, do spread the word about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5418890170915055921?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5418890170915055921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5418890170915055921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-about-loan-sharks.html' title='The one about the loan sharks'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3378449327257721704</id><published>2010-01-19T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:05:33.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeeAssThree</title><content type='html'>Its been 3yrs and 1 month since I got my PS3. Now it is sitting on a work table with its BluRay player unable to read BluRay disc. Its funny that it still reads PS2 games. Its even funnier that my PS2 that is over 6 yrs old is still working like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there is a conspiracy on SONY's part that when they launched the PS3 they sold each unit at a lost. I also heard that a lot of ppl's PS3 have similar issues about the BluRay drive and for most it usually takes about slightly more than 1 yr for the drive to give and SONY will charge you USD$150 to repair (replace) it. What you get even then is your whole unit replaced with a refurbished set, swapped you hard disk over and then reformatted losing all your precious saves, esp those that you cannot back-up due to some copy protection they have on them to prevent ppl spread save files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe SONY makes up the lost revenue this way by some how making their newest system break outside of warrenty, making the masses that were loyal to them fork out another $150 justto have their system working the way it should on day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I just hope the dingy part that I get from Shenzhen solves my problem, but I heard bad things about those parts lasting more than a few day. Looks like I will have to let go and get a new PS3 if I want to prolong my gaming experience. Else i might have to give up on gaming completely....*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3378449327257721704?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3378449327257721704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3378449327257721704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2010/01/peeassthree.html' title='PeeAssThree'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5238179771350003411</id><published>2009-11-11T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:10:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Year</title><content type='html'>I make it a point to update this space every year on this day. Even when I have nothing to say, even when things are shitty, even when things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when I am going to stop updating altogether......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5238179771350003411?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5238179771350003411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5238179771350003411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day-another-year.html' title='Another Day Another Year'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5085126082270508336</id><published>2009-10-21T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:30:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Birds blanketed my car with poop.........check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone in office treating me like their personal bitch.......check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment at work failed at a curcial moment....check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going great so far........yeah right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5085126082270508336?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5085126082270508336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5085126082270508336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3558328154350866033</id><published>2009-10-06T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:16:27.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to say....</title><content type='html'>I have been quiet over an issue close to my heart. Recently I left the forums of the hobby group that I usually meet up for every 2 weeks for the last 4 and a half years. I was pissed at the actions of some of the members whereby they started to put 'stuff' in their tanks to enhance the weapon on their tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am more pissed is the IMPOTENCY of the so called owners of the club. For the past 3 yrs or so, I have been running most of the club functions and trying hard to 'sell' the club to other forums to try to gain more members to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been running most of the show, as the other 2 so-called owners are 'too busy' with life. Like I am not busy with 'life' huh? It is your failure to sort your own life that made you 'too busy' to begin with. They even promised to resolve this issue of teh illegal modification. But till now they have never did so. Did I mentioned they are impotent as leaders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I left I had never held it against the owners on their short comings till now. 1st they accused me of trying to create my own kingdom, what the main owner too stupid to realise that everytime he gave a directive, like what kind of game format we shld play or where we shld play or how we shld play, i will put it to action for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is that? Me creating my own kingdom? I just want to organise fun games where everyone can enjoy and can go home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they accuse me of philsing, they say I create a new acct just to wreck havoc in their forums. Since that very day they deleted my acct till now I have not gone in as a member. I also refrained from going in as a guest to view the war raging there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that they even thought I hacked into a certain other member's acct and started posting on his behalf. Really?!! Do they have such a low opinon of me? At least I am not a balding old man whom has business ethics of a pirate. Whatever, I  hope they really go fuck themselves now. They have really proven to me how self serving they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, all those newbies that they are currently driving away, really is their own doing. I wish to say I could take credit for that but, I always give credit where its due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3558328154350866033?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3558328154350866033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3558328154350866033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-to-say.html' title='What I want to say....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8267327987459464066</id><published>2009-10-05T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:31:28.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet again</title><content type='html'>Another slip road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kiss on the backside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like ppl just love to hit my car from the back. 3 accidents and all are from behind, maybe my ass is too irresistable and thus the mechanic back humping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well another week without a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8267327987459464066?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8267327987459464066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8267327987459464066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-again.html' title='Yet again'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7880877902841180790</id><published>2009-09-17T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:29:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to live life or just Exist?</title><content type='html'>Somehow I got this question at the back of my head teh whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simple answer is we all want to LIVE life, but sometimes I can't help but think that most of us are just mearly exsiting for the sake of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does one change that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7880877902841180790?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7880877902841180790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7880877902841180790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-want-to-live-life-or-just-exist.html' title='Do you want to live life or just Exist?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1895082559545462937</id><published>2009-09-10T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:40:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod vs Stock</title><content type='html'>You know its funny how ppl will turn a hobby into something more than that when they start doing shit to screw others over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of playing fair, some ppl have resorted to making 'stories' for their stuff so they can use it in our meets. So someone starts to add a mod so that they can be more competitive over someone whom has stock parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how that works, why dun you just admit that you suck at it and we can get over with it already. To actually add stuff to make your gun more potent really shows that you are compensating for something else that might not be shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in skill over technology anyday, but it sucks that the technology helps them so much that it makes it no longer fun for the rest. So is this a hobby anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day, I got only one thing to say, play fair or don't play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1895082559545462937?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1895082559545462937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1895082559545462937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mod-vs-stock.html' title='Mod vs Stock'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6355030369799635014</id><published>2009-09-02T09:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:53:44.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life</title><content type='html'>Every other day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find yet another paint mark and dent left on my car door by someone whom opens his door too hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find yet another part missing form my hobby piece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find yet another deep scratch on my car that I have no idea who left and have to repair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find yet another thing of mine malfunctioning and needs to be fixed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....just the story of my life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6355030369799635014?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6355030369799635014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6355030369799635014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1422954480017605092</id><published>2009-05-27T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:59:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I did not talk about the trip to japan last year. Well I went for the tokyo game show, seeing that how I like games and also saw the year's before show on a taiwanese channel, I really wanted to go for one just once in my life. Aside from that, we had always wanted to go to japan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to somehow get seats on the (then) new A380 and even got to sit on the upper deck. As the plane was new, the entertainment system worked flawlessly and the flight was very comfortable, less some chatty guys sitting just behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival we set out to the task of looking at the train map and getting our tix to tokyo, which was one of the most efficient and cheapest way to get to where we need to go. Toyko is a very nice place, the weather is very cool (autum period) but almost everyday seems a bit grey, which we did not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One one the things I remembered most about the trip is that I found this niffty game at teh arcades there. Its called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kid%C5%8D_Senshi_Gundam:_Senj%C5%8D_no_Kizuna"&gt;Kidou Senshi Gundam: Senjo no Kizuna&lt;/a&gt; which means mobile suit Gundam: Bonds of War. As you can see from the linked page, its not your average arcade game. In this game you sit in a P.O.D enclosed and away from teh outside world and it replicates a cockpit of a mobile suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered how its like to pilot one since my childhood days as I grew up watch the japanese anime of the same franchise. Now given the chance, I could not let it pass and even figured out how to get the pilot card you will need to play the game. Although costing 500 yen per play of 2 rounds of 250 secs. It was worth every yen it cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in Sillypore, still thinking of the time I had back then, still holding on to my pilot card, I recetly found out that the game is ported to the psp. Of course this excited me, as the game left me wanting for more back in japan. So after hearing about the game 2 weeks ago, and trying all the ways to get a DLed version of the game to work on my psp (which does not run on CFW), I finally relented and got myself a (not so) new psp slim for my OFW needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the game almost everyday and now I have learnt new ways of playing it and even unlocked all the mobile suits that I could only hope to have during the time when I was on the arcade machine. I even learned a few new tricks about teh game and am ready for teh real deal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that I am goingto Hong Kong in about a months time and I heard they have the same game there. Now I just wonder if my pilot car will work there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1422954480017605092?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1422954480017605092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1422954480017605092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/05/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3853136449013377861</id><published>2009-04-13T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:10:55.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Resident Evil 5 (Demo)</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten down to get teh full game yet as I was still deliberating whether to get the xbox360 package with this game (Resident Evil 5/RE 5) but had downloaded the demo on the PS3 for awhile. Had no intentions to go on it as I was still on killzone 2 for the past 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last friday, as it was a public holiday, I brought my PS3 with monitor and all down to Pasir Ris chalet for a few games. My brother wanted to try the demo out and I read that the game supported 2 player co-op mode, thus I decided to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this redition of the series, you have 2 characters to play with, an ex-cop named Chris Redfield (from RE1) or a new character named Sheva. In the demo, they both have a handgun each, but they have different sub weapons. Chris has a sniper rifle while Sheva has a mp5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'zombies' in the game are no longer your run of  the mill grab and bite type. They have become a more of the mind controlled zombies in RE4. They now know how to use weapons aside from trying to grab and bte you. In a way they resemble some sort of alien when they try to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way that each 'zombie' melts away when you kill them to deal with disappearing bodies and the added touch of leaving some ammo when they die is a nice touch too. Though it does not feel like a survior horror but more like a action survior game, its a nice game to go at with a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like when you played RE3 you wished for someone to come and help you, now in RE5 you have a buddy that is not a computer controlled bumbling idiot. Yes you getto trade that for a human bumbling idiot. Still its a great game to play with a friend. At times you have to seperate, as there are places only one character can go while the other just stays on the other side to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I only played the demo, I cannot state if in the actual game it is as good or better than the demo. But one thing for sure, teh demo has made me want to get the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3853136449013377861?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3853136449013377861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3853136449013377861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/game-review-resident-evil-5-demo.html' title='Game Review : Resident Evil 5 (Demo)'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6868894979471981981</id><published>2009-03-05T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:55:23.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of consideration are we?</title><content type='html'>In a matter of 2 days my car has now aquired yet another scarr, this time some asshole decides that opening his car door softly is not manly enuff for him and he decides to open it with all his strength. Leaving a nice bit of (his) paint on my car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the physical damage to my car is minimal, and the paint he left on my door can be removed (with a lot of work and elbow grease), aren't we becoming a people of inconsiderateness aye? Does that mean I shld also scratch any car I park next to in future and run/leave/fly as fast as I can if I do leave my mark, not even leaving a note to apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see someone open their door hard against mine, I will take his head for a practise swing with my make shift base ball bat. Maybe that will knock some considerateness into them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6868894979471981981?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6868894979471981981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6868894979471981981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/03/lack-of-consideration-are-we.html' title='Lack of consideration are we?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-9093419693051648521</id><published>2009-03-03T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:13:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was safe.....</title><content type='html'>Recently I spent $200 in repainting my car, well just to remove a few scratches I have accumulated over the 2 yearsm mostly done by in considerate assholes whom scratched my car and then ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found again yet another nasty scratch on the right back of my car, Its not one of those scratches that someone leaves behind when they accidentally brushed against your car, even if they had a metal belt buckle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those deep scratches that goes all the way through the under coat. Its either someone was moving some thing heavy and decided to rub said heavy object ( said heavy object had to have a sharp point protruding out too ) against my car or someone really has a beef with me at my work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its the latter, I hope the fuck face has the guts to face me instead of resorting to wuss like behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything will be fine after the repaint and I can have my merry peaceful way, this have to happen, Fuck My Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-9093419693051648521?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9093419693051648521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9093419693051648521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html' title='Just when you thought it was safe.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4088255076176606779</id><published>2009-02-24T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:53:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-neighbourly Neighbours</title><content type='html'>I think the problem with my place is that everyone keeps to themselves, well I am guilty of that too. But recently I have an issue that I feel I need to air. Its about a neighbour I have on the 5th floor of my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see recently one of my car drying clothe (it cost around $30) went missing, after searching around the house and all, I found it perched on one of my neighbour's service balcony. I think becoz of all the strong winds we have been having in the last few weeks and the fact that I did not peg the clothe down (my fault), it flew out and down to the 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the fun part. I have been trying, for the better of the last 1 week to try to retreive it from my neighbours. But the funny thing is that everytime I go there and knock on their door, I get no response. The 1st few times I thought that I went at a wrong time and they were out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried again, this time I heard a kid called out for her mum when I rang their door bell (followed by a lot of door knocking). After 3mins, no reply, maybe the mum was busy or in the toilet or something. After 10 mins of knocking still no reply, but there was definitely was someone behind teh door this time as you can see from the light from the peep hole going off (someone was watching from it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what their problem is, but why do you watch from the peep hole and pretend that no one is home? Maybe they think I am an evangelist and want to preach to them? Gawd no... I just want my $30 clothe back. Its funny why they don't even open teh door to find out what we want. Maybe we were from the 6th floor and wanted to tell them that our flat was on fire and they should leave? They don't even want to bother to open teh gawd damned door to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell is their problem, but now I know that in an event of a accident, I sure know whom I cannot rely on for help. Maybe they are hiding something thats why they cannot open the door, i.e terrorist, child porn or even a serial killer? Heard from the neighbour across from them that they are of a different race than I am. Is race an issue that prevents them from opening the door? There goes all that racial harmony and that helpful/nice to others shot that the government been trying to program into their citizen's heads, out teh window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get back my $30 clothe.....is it that hard? Maybe I should have a huge cheesepie in hand the next time and probably they would open the door. As of now, I consider it taht my luck is that bad and I have to write off my clothe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4088255076176606779?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4088255076176606779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4088255076176606779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-neighbourly-neighbours.html' title='Un-neighbourly Neighbours'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8785684119202930980</id><published>2009-02-05T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:47:53.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ish Sad</title><content type='html'>Car Gawds hate me again, now I have a area of scratche paint near the rear passenger door due to a too tight a turn in a carpark where the cars on the other lane were too big to stay in their own lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthafuckers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8785684119202930980?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8785684119202930980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8785684119202930980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-ish-sad.html' title='I Ish Sad'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3706559045637255936</id><published>2009-01-23T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:17:44.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Association of Bloggers?</title><content type='html'>What the fuck you say??? Me too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bigger problems at hand to want to even think about it, but these jokers are really laughable judging from all the flak they are getting from the rest fo the (illegal) blogsphere, whom are 'controlled' by foreign talents residing in Sillypore might I add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3706559045637255936?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3706559045637255936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3706559045637255936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/01/association-of-bloggers.html' title='Association of Bloggers?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3401545077831645479</id><published>2009-01-22T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:04:13.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone hates you.........</title><content type='html'>Don't you have one of those days when you feel like everyone hates you.....well its one of those days for me today, all I got to say is, I don't like you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my club has been growing and a few new members have joined the group. The thing is recently, a certain member(old member) has been using an item in his vehicle that gives him an advantage(which in terms means its illegal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one cannot stand when ppl cheat to win, thus i made a bit of noise about said modification. Instead of finding out more of this illegal hack, the core members accused me of stiring the pot and scaring the newbies away(which no newbie has yetto say that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it ok for him to cheat because he sort of connected to a company that makes parts to expand this hobby? The core members wantto keep him ard becoz they get the parts cheaper from him. So if someone else was to cheat is it acceptable? I am sure they would jump on whomever whom cheats if it was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now is where do I go from here? Do go or do I stay? I have invested too much into this to just leave like that and yet it irks me to think that they allow such a hack. Do I succumb and cheat too? Will it come down to that in the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3401545077831645479?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3401545077831645479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3401545077831645479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyone-hates-you.html' title='Everyone hates you.........'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7965892849185237556</id><published>2009-01-16T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:02:44.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to blog again....</title><content type='html'>Hi there, still here? You must have nothing to do but to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while old friend(talking to the blog). Well I have been busy you see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah computer games.... yeah workling on soem tank projects....yeah work project too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was playing 2 new game sall this time, fallout 3 and Resistance 2, sadly both needs a patch for me to enjoy them further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah tank projects.... been adding stuff to an older tank, been doing stuff for some the club member tanks. Oh yeah i got a new tank too, and its completed already. Took me 3 days(actual time taken), I reckon that I will not beat that timing for a new tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the club has grown to 16 members, and am excited to go for club meets now. At least there are more tanks to kill this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lunar new year is round the corner, may be I will be back till then, you take care ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7965892849185237556?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7965892849185237556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7965892849185237556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-to-blog-again.html' title='Its time to blog again....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2115454717951488113</id><published>2008-11-21T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:49:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I work with idiots</title><content type='html'>I think some ppl are too political for their own good. Today I was trying to negotiate putting up some material that belongs to this group for my project and it turned into a polictal war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their reason is that since the item(s) in question are funded and maintained by them they have no iterest in allowing us to feature them in my project. What asses..... not like I am going to take credit for their work or anything, even feature also cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this person is too possesive about this issue and I think they let pride get in the way of getting things done instead. Oh well yet another item I can strike off my to do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2115454717951488113?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2115454717951488113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2115454717951488113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-work-with-idiots.html' title='I work with idiots'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2828176439134962405</id><published>2008-11-11T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:00:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th of Nov</title><content type='html'>What a nice date won't you say, four 1s, most 1s you can get in year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2828176439134962405?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2828176439134962405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2828176439134962405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/11/11th-of-nov.html' title='11th of Nov'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4022100198194127930</id><published>2008-11-06T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:10:07.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Carpark</title><content type='html'>Over heard while having a meal in the canteen, this guy was complaining that he had to pay exhorbant fees for parking in the staff carpark. He was saying that he had to pay over 40 bucks and was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well.... hey moron, there is a reason that the carpark is you know.....for STAFF. Thus you are the idiot whom robbed a staff of a carpark lot and yet still dare to complain that you had to pay exhorbant carpark fees???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lucky they did not clamp your ass down and then youhad to pay another 100 bucks on top of teh 40 bucks. Idiot! So many times I curse at those assholes whom do not have a staff label yet are parked in the staff lots. Now at least I know that some of them get what they deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4022100198194127930?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4022100198194127930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4022100198194127930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/11/staff-carpark.html' title='Staff Carpark'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7961943837357938781</id><published>2008-10-28T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:36:26.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Dead Space Part II</title><content type='html'>I have just completed the game yesterday and felt that I need to give another review. But instead of spoiling the story for you, I am going to talk more about the game details that amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know by now that the game graphics are really good and creepy, also you know about how scary sounding the game is. But did you know that when you enter certain areas, you can hear whispering, places like toilets and certain hall ways. It makes you wonder if you are going crazy or if the ship is haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the music score that accompanies the game. At more times than less, the music has saved me tonnes, due to the fact that when it changes you to dramatic/scary music, you know that one of those necromorphs are nearby, thus keeping you alert and ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game does not make you do mundane tasks throughout, in fact most of the task you do on the ship, needs to be done. For example, in the first part of the game you run from nercomorphs and end up in a different area than the rest of your crew. In order for them to get to the bridge to find out what happened to the ship, you needed to repair the tram system that was blocked by a damaged tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the time that you find out that the ship is in a decaying orbit and was on a course to crash into the planet below. Needless to say that you had to somehow restart the engines. In fact all the tasks that I have done, was well thought out by the developers. No find key A to open door A here, rinse and repeat, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes part where I talk about the Ishimura, this ship is big, HUGE as a matter of fact. but as big as it is, the layout of the ship looks believable that you are infact on a huge mining ship in the middle of space. Each level or part of the ship has its own unique feel and look to it. The medical sections look sterile, well at least it used to, the mining deck is dirty and gritty and even the executive rooms in the crew deck looks clean with carpets and spacious rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note is how well they thought out of the physics ingame. Especially when you went from normal gravity to Zero gravity and back. Things that will stay in motion in zero G uptill it is stopped by something like a wall or fan blade. How in zero G air currents will move things away. It may not be perfect physics, but to laymen like me, its good enough. The only thing that did not make sense to me is that at one point, you will be on the planet and there is this section of zero G on the planet. How does one get zero G on a planet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I would like to talk about a mini game in the game. 2 if you count the shooting gallery. There is this place where you play some sort of zero G basket ball and you have to jump from panel to panel and then shoot the ball with your kinetic module into a scoring hole. you can then unlock certain lockers in the room before the zero G basketball court for items. I only played it once but I read that if you played the game and went to level 6 you get a trophy in the achievements for the game itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievements? Oh I forgot, you get trophy achievements for playing the whole game. For the ps3 version, you get a bronze achievement for completeing each level and different achievements for doing something in game, like killing a certain number of enemies with a certain weapon or doing a certain action for a set number of times. These achievements can be seen on the XMB of the PS3 under trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I think the developers did a great job with the game, even with all the small details that made this game such a big hit. The marketing of this game is very good too. They even got a 6 chapter downloadable videos in a graphic novel style to give you a picture of what happened on the planet when they 1st found the marker and a feature length animation that shows what happens onboard the Ishimura before you were sent in. It gives you a complete picture of what happened and it furthers expands on the dead space universe. Not sure if a sequel will come out for this game, but I do hope that they will do one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7961943837357938781?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7961943837357938781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7961943837357938781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-review-dead-space-part-ii.html' title='Game Review : Dead Space Part II'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5939247214818962899</id><published>2008-10-23T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:14:58.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Dead Space Part I</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I played any horror survivor, namely cause most of the games in this genre usually dwelve in the super natural. The only ones i usually touch are games in the resident evil series and parasite eve series (too bad there were only 2 squels to this series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the space survivor horrors like 'Run like Hell' and 'Doom 3' which I only touched a bit. Now comes this new game called 'Dead Space' and it pique my interest. I read some reviews that stated that this game has the 'feel' of aliens and event horizon and that was enough for me to fork out the 65 bucks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around the night and thought that it was a good idea to run the game. Boy was I wrong. Before I started on the game, I looked into the extras to see what bonuses are there inside. They had a concept art section that instead of just giving you a myriad of pictures, they were played in a slide show manner, even with some music to accompany the screenshots, which in my book was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the concept art itself made me reluctant on starting the actual game. Not that it was bad, but it was good, so good that it made me frightened to start it. But alas, I bought a game and I am damn well going to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started with not much intro or game movie as many other games have, instead you start out in the bridge of a small repair ship. The starting feels like a movie sequence but you can pan and rotate the camera as the start credits begin to appear. You play Issac, an engineer sent to a mining ship that has not been in contact for the last 7 days. Also your character watches a vidlog sent from his girlfriend whom is aborad this ship, the Ishimura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that this is just a routine repair run and that most likely that the ship's antenna has been knocked out and the crew on board might have trouble repairing it, things take a turn for the worse when your repair ship is forced to crash land into the hanger of the Ishimura. In the 1st 5 minutes of the game, it instructs you to follow the rest of the crew onboard the rescue ship into the flight lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are then instructed to go to a security post in a hallway seperated by a glass wall. As you are determining the status of the Ishimura, all hell breaks loose. You witness a mutated human/spider thing skewer one of the guys and then you are told to run. Without weapons on hand, you better run. Soon another one of those things breaks into the passageway you are in and starts to chase you. As the door that led you to the passageway is locked, you only run deeper into the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil it anymore for you people out there, but this 1st 5 minutes of the game will definitely get your heart pumping. This game's visuals are really dark and creepy, most of the ship is dimly lit, and at times the light will even go out. Saving grace is that the 1st weapon you pick up, the plasma cutter has a light attached to it. So when you aim the weapon a spot infront of the gun will be lit. That does not do much when the ship's lights go out from time to time and all you see is the bright spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another component of the game that enhances its fear factor is the sound effects. From details like footsteps to stuff shuffling about when you walk into them, even some random metal pipe sound falling and hitting something when you walk on some catwalk will make you jump in your seat. The other thing about the audio is that it is loud and scary, even when you go into a vaccum, you can hear Issac breathing and it starts to get laboured when he runs out of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently only in chapter 3 of the game and so far it has all been good reviews from my end. Its not as epic as GTA IV is and it does not have the story telling of MGS 4, but it sure score high on its own merits, which is the scare department. Lastly before anyone gets the game due to this review, I must warn you that the game is very gory as the most efficient way of killing these monsters are to cut off their limbs. This will result in a very bloody kill, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will give this game 4.5 of 5 consoles falling short on the story as it seems very similar to 'Run like Hell', aside from that I think anyone whom loves a good horror survivor should get this. By the way, its out for PS3, Xbox360 and the PC, but I heard the controls on the PC version is horrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5939247214818962899?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5939247214818962899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5939247214818962899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-review-dead-space-part-i.html' title='Game Review : Dead Space Part I'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-976900573860735209</id><published>2008-10-06T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:00:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superdog</title><content type='html'>Last night we wentto superdog at vivo as I was having hotdog cravings...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say it was well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their chill cheese fries, every heart clogging bite of it was delish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dogs, can't even begin to describe them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I am going to have alot more of it in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.superdog.com.sg/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-976900573860735209?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/976900573860735209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/976900573860735209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/superdog.html' title='Superdog'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7297312761291046669</id><published>2008-09-24T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:19:56.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have no fingers.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes even if you wantto blog, you might not have teh fingers to do so......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7297312761291046669?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7297312761291046669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7297312761291046669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-have-no-fingers.html' title='When you have no fingers.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2103030134189526589</id><published>2008-08-29T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:31:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Good Gawd what are they teaching in Uni these days!!!??</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at a table outside one of the LTs today and these 2 gurls decided to just share a table with me(without asking) I was minding my own business untill this caught my interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gurls was toking abt meeting some indian guy at some club or something. Then the other gurl, lets call her gurl B asked, is he high class indian or low class indian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well according to her, 'high' class indians are indians that speak english, and not put a lot of oils and fragrance on their bodies, while 'low' class indians are those that speak tamil and put those oils that indians normally put. This coming from a person whom is studyingin a respectable uni here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are they teaching ppl here when such mind sets can occur, where ppl put labels because of what they speak or how they smell. The thing is one should look at oneself before labelling others. I feel like i am in high school when I heard that line. The way she spoke as though she sounded like she is perched on the higher echeloens of society, when she looks like just any other student here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect of the students here just fell a few notches(not like it was very high to begin with).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2103030134189526589?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2103030134189526589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2103030134189526589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-good-gawd-what-are-they-teaching-in.html' title='Oh Good Gawd what are they teaching in Uni these days!!!??'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2689431818519091631</id><published>2008-08-11T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:36:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Responsible is....</title><content type='html'>That you know when to admit to your own shit and clean it up. By playing victim and saying that you wish to runaway/die/was never born is just plain childish and shows how matured you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive in 'one should take responsibility of one's own action'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think another phrase comes to mind if you ask me what my opinion is and that is 'don't eat and shit in the same place'. Rather unhealthy don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2689431818519091631?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2689431818519091631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2689431818519091631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-responsible-is.html' title='Being Responsible is....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1459784311976298113</id><published>2008-07-31T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:35:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Battlefield Bad Company</title><content type='html'>I got this game 2 weeks ago and it is all I have been playing since. I even have yet to try my new warhawk update that had new game play features in it. So what is it about battlefield bad company that has me so hooked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being the 1st time that the franchise has launched the game for console only, it even boast a true single player story. The single player story is about this new guy that has just been sent to 'B' company, aka Bad company. He joins a squad consisting of what the army deem undesirables and expendable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission then takes a turn somewhere after the 1st mission and it becomes a personal quest of the squad for some gold bulliums. This leads the team to go AWOL and tresspasses deep into enemy territory. Of course throughout the game your squad mates will say something silly or idiotic that detracts the seriousness of enemy fire and artillery going of around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything in game is destructable, from buildings to bridges to walls. Aside from a few wooden boxes that will not go no matter what you do to them, almost everything is destructable, heck even the roads and ground deform to explosives and arty shells. Gone are the days that hiding behind a wall of a building will save you from a grenade attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gem in the game is not the single player experience but the multiplayer one like all other battlefield games. My 1st foray into this franchise is battlefield 2142 but I gave up halfway as the specs of my pc was not very good and the achievements in that game were hard to get and promotion was slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to fix that problem in BC, as you can get promoted a lot faster and that means you earn unlocks faster too. Some of these unlocks are essential for each class like the respective gadgets that each class can unlock. Be it the artillery laser for the support class, or the C4 for the specialist, these unlocks are invaluble and you will need them almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the weapons that you can unlock with your unlock points. Most of the weapons are good enuff execpt for those inteh sniper class, which you will definitely need to unlock its silenced automatic rifle. Though the zoom for this rifle is not as far as most rifles. the automatic feature is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also 5 other weapons that you either get when you hit rank 25 or if you bought teh gold edition of the game and there are 5 more weapons that can be unlock for free through various methods stated on their offical webpage. The only 2 bonus weapons I did not get was the one for the specialist and sniper, as one requires you to play the demo version of the multiplayer game and the other requires you to pre order the game to get the unlock code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other games of the franchise you play against other players through teh internet. BC supports 24 players at anyone time. A lot less than the 64 I was used to in 2142. Still the action is intense and the game play is very fun or frustating depending on your skill level. There is Squad chat whereby you can tok to your own squad members. Though a team chat is welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current game type for mutiplayer is called gold rush as sides take turn to play attacker or defender to stashes of gold. Each side has to attack or defend gold boxes from the other side to win. A vareity of vehicles and stationary weapons platform will aid in your battles. Most of these vehicles you will regconize when you see them. There is even a gunboat for you to do a coastal approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the game is not as fantasic has MGS4 or as gritty and long lasting as GTA4, but the mutiplayer of this game is absolutely fantastic. You get to pit your self against real players cooperating or not, depending on how you like to play, collecting trophies and achievements along the way and ranking up when you get sufficient points. The best part is, that its not as tedious to get most of the trophies and badges ingame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate this game 4 consoles out of 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1459784311976298113?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1459784311976298113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1459784311976298113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/07/game-review-battlefield-bad-company.html' title='Game Review : Battlefield Bad Company'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6858904443353548223</id><published>2008-07-10T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:53:56.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Every year around this time, I will be busy doing duties to cover the graduation ceremonies. Every year I see new faces gleaming with happiness as they get their certs and leave this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them I guess its very magical, to graduate, to go on stage get a fake paper roll and take a similarly fake photo. Then to top it all off you get a pop of streamers and some balloons falling from teh ceiling. Everyone is cheering, everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a person like me, whom work in the backstages of such events. The magic was lost some where in the 10th or so ceremony I 'attended'. Sometimes I perch myself on the upper floor to watch the comotions below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if these ppl realise that after 'this' day they will be slogging for soem cooperation out there, that their lives are going to be very routine from now on. That they are now truely on their own fending for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6858904443353548223?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6858904443353548223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6858904443353548223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3806992054486280581</id><published>2008-07-02T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:50:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Metal Gear Solid 4</title><content type='html'>Metal Gear Solid 4 is an exclusive PS3 released game. for fans whom have been following the MGS saga since it took on the 3D format in the PSX version in Metal Gear Solid, you will not be disappointed with this latest(and maybe final) installment of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round you will be playing as snake and only snake, unlike in MGS2 where you played snake momentarily and then Raiden for the better part of the game. Though Raiden does make a come bak in this game, as most ppl have seen in one of the initial trailers konami released, you will not be able to use or control him at all. Though being a cybernetically enhanced super ninja does sound like a hoot to boot, but no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is slated to be a 30hr game, but I managed to complete it within that time frame on normal mode 1st time round. A lot of the game is spent watching all its pretty cutscenes. It feels like a movie more than a game and lil miss whiney complains that there is too much cutscene. me on the other hand like the beautifully rendered cutscenes and they tie up lots of loose ends from the previous games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even get to go back to shadow moses island from MGS1 but now in beeauitully render 3D and atmosphere to boot. There was also an easter egg on coming to that act which will make some of the fans chuckle. I do like running through that particular level with current gen graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the game play, the way it works now is that the action and stealth adspect of the game is very streamlined. You even get a choice on how you want to play it. You can run and gun even in FPS view. If that does not suit your cuppa tea you can then sneak pass every single person and even not kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself enjoy to do a bit of both but in my 1st run through I normally killed the next bad guy I encountered. The designers of MGS4 concentrated on the dynamics of the characters in game, rather than having you run through a huge map try to get from one point to the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need to learn how to use most of your gadgets you have at hand to complete certain tasks. Though its not as open ended as GTA4, it still has its own merits. 1 thing that really surprised my was that if you shot a person in teh arm, he will drop it as though its injured. Then there is the ability to hold up a guy from behind and pat him down for items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the gadgets I mentioned b4, you get a vast array of stuff that you can use. Of these the most important will be the solid eye, which acts as an enemy radar, NVG or bino, deoending on which mode you set it in. Then there is your trusty metal gear Mk II, which you can use to explore and retrieve items for you in relative safety. The Mk II even comes with optical camoflauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all these gadgets the most impressive and important one wil be your octocamo suit. This suit allows you to blend into yoru surroundings like a chameleon. All you need to do is to press against a wall or the floor and it will blend in with the surroundings. There is even a gauge to tell you how many percent are you covered and at 99% you can almost let an enemy soldier walk right past you without seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the drebin system that allows you to gain drebin points. These points are used to buy larger guns or more ammo for your weapons. They even allow you to get upgrades for weapons that can be upgraded. This will be a neat feature esp when you are in a pinch and you need more ammo to dig in for a long defense. you simply just go to the online shop and buy the ammo you need and it is immediately in your inventory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the game felt short and the scole is pretty small, gameplay feels a bit linear, MGS4 makes up in all the beautiful rendering the negine makes. Plus the gripping story line, it all adds up and makes this game one of teh best to have came out in 2008. I will give this game a 5 out of 5 consoles for all the little details they have added to give this game the much needed relism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3806992054486280581?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3806992054486280581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3806992054486280581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/07/game-review-metal-gear-solid-4.html' title='Game Review : Metal Gear Solid 4'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2018585716075252673</id><published>2008-06-11T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:31:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : GTA IV Part II : The joys of Multiplayer</title><content type='html'>After almost a month or so playing GTA IV, I am still engrossed in the game and have yetto even complete the main storyline(I am at 60% plus or minus). Yet during the time when I was in training(reservist), Lil Miss Whiney fired up teh mulitplayer aspect of the game and gave me good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was intrigued by this part of teh game that I did not want to touch till I completed the main game. Yet when I watched how much Fun LMW was having on it, I had to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any multiplayer game, you can customize your avatar. As you play the game you earn money, this money denotes the rank you are and teh more money you earn, you get higher ranks. Ranks allow you to customize your avatar even more, as in more selection of heads, bodies, and pants are unlocked, similar to Warhawk's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only let down in mutiplayer is the fact that it only allows up to 16 players at one time. Just imagine if it can accomadate 48 players, or even 64..... that would be mayhem at best and anarchy most of the time. Also there is the occasional lag problems where cars jump from 2 meters away or so but that is forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In multiplayer there are several modes for you to choose from from death matchs to team games like 'cops n robbers'. All of a sudden multiplayer seems like a whole other game packaged with GTA IV. You can have hours of fun just going around killing other online players are work together to do jobs while competing with rival gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, you see many weirder things happening in mulitplayer than in single player, you can always expect a real life person to do something crazy. The most memorable game I had was in 'Team Mafiya work' when our team just unloaded some NPC objective and this 1 guy from tehotehr team came to where were. Instinctly all of us(4 of us in super GTs) charged towards him in 4 different directions pinning him to a building. I wondered what he was thinking when he saw the 4 cars converging towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the multiplayer adspect of the game a solid 5 out of 5 consoles and experience will be affected by the quality and quantity of players ina  single game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2018585716075252673?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2018585716075252673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2018585716075252673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-review-gta-iv-part-ii-joys-of.html' title='Game Review : GTA IV Part II : The joys of Multiplayer'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6830837921223660323</id><published>2008-06-04T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:38:57.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservist ???!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been too lazy to blog recently, even when I had a lot to say about the 3 weeks of reservist training I had recently, I still find it hard to come to teh blog and update it. Anyway just an update on why I think the army organisation is a failure at such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you get to hear whne you report to camp is, that in order to shorten our reservistto under 3 weeks, we will hope you understand that we will have to stay back on sats till 6pm every week. Understand this, we all have families, even on the outside world, most of us hold jobs that does not even required a full days of work on sats, so how the hell are we supposed to understand that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never asked to shorten the reservist period and on top of it, the make up pay that most reservist gets is actually a sum that they use your basic pay and divide by 22 days a montha nd pay you according to the days you serve your stint till. But there is a catch, this calcutaion is based on a 5 day work week which is stated on the NS website. Which just says that we are in effect getting no pay for all the sats we burn. How very fucking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this lil game you like to play with us, coz during the vesak day week end, the whole battalion did evry thing chop chop and somehow you let us go early on that sat. yet you felt that we were ripping you guys off and decided to ask the whole battalion to book in on vesak day itself at 7pm. So you expecting the whole battalion to tarbao and come in camp to eat frigging dinner sibo? Then how about those whom have family engagements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year they call us up for training and every year they have to prove to me that they are very inefficient as a organisation. We are either ruchingto wait or waiting to rush. Every single frigging thing seems to be a last minute instruction. How the hell we going to defend this country properly with such a mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of this training? Anyway this incamp is our ATEC, which is supposed to assess the combat readiness of the unit, on the 1st mission (out of 3) our CO(commanding officer) decided to be very garang, he went to the front lines to try to kill some enemies toward steh last objective of teh mission and some how he got killed. A frigging CO got killed..... I wonder what that will do to the moral and confidence of the men. Throughout the rest of the incamp, everyone was talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we manage to have a just pass to the units combatr competency, which is just fine for me. Afterall, I did go thru 7 days of no shitting and no change of cloths and it I had to do this all over again, I might have gone insane and go kill someone there after. Also they should stop treating us as nsf and let us stay out on our own, it feels like we are gawd damn babies or something giving us excuses why we cannot stay out or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6830837921223660323?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6830837921223660323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6830837921223660323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/06/reservist.html' title='Reservist ???!!!'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1972836771325439599</id><published>2008-05-06T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:01:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Grand Theft Auto IV Part I</title><content type='html'>I know that by now this game must have been reviewed to death, but I am still compelled to do my own. Having clocked 4 hours or more game play, I have yetto complete the game. Heck I haven't even unlock teh rest of the map where most of teh juicy details are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the beauty of this game, you do not need to attempt the main story to enjoy the this game as it is. Even a casual gamer can pick this up and roam around 'Liberty city' (which is modelled after New York). The detail, the shadows and the lighting makes one feel like you have plugged into the matrix in the matrix movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start out with a little cut scene whereby the main character, Niko Belic comes to America in search of a new life and hopes to chase the American dream. His couse Roman Belic has been sending mail to him for months about this place and how wonderful life here is, which in turn fueled Niko's desire to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is where the cutscene turns into the game and you find yourself inthe driver seat of your cousin's car, since he was too drunk to drive. From here, you can either go to the designated spote that the map shows to you go (there is even a yellow route for you to follow) or you can just drive around until you get bored of the area and decide to follow yur cousins advice to go to his 'mansion'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as much of teh story I will spoil for you guys out there. From here I am going to talk about teh game itself, not the storyline. This is one amazing game, ever since I got GTA: Vice city, I have always had and affinity to the series. Sad to say in GTA : San Andreas, there were just too many things you could do and too much things you had to worry about, i.e. hunger, that it made the game more of a chore to complete, thus I neevr completed that installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the major difference you have btw the series in PS2 and the current series is, gone are the cell shading styles the previous titles are based on. GTA4 has a more realistic approach on lighting colour and detail. The adrk alley ways are darker and what little light illuminates streets very realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the details like blood splats on your car if you had 'accidentally' hit someone. You would even need to goto a car wash to get that off yoru car. The mechanics of 'paint and spray' is different now, in tehpast even with six star rating and armoured vehicles chasing you down, when you enter a 'paint and spray', you will lose your star ratings and all thaat pursued you will just turn away like nothing happened. Now ifyou tryto pull that same stunt, you will be surprised that the 'pain and spray' will refuse your money, thus your star rating remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's now talk about the weather, the weather in game is done very well, you can get blinding sunny, to sometimes gloomy, to slight rain and to major thunder storm. Even the lightning is quite convincing and had me blink when it flashed. But what impressed me the most, is the rain. They deal with rain in a very realistic way, when you get under a solid shelter, teh rain cannot getto you, but if yyou are under train tracks, rain will come in thru the holes in the tracks, water that hits teh tracks will even drip down like in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars amd people also react to the envoirnment like in real life. I think this is teh 1sttime I see NPCs(non player controlled) runto avoid rain and even sheild their heads. Some even take out umbrellas. Cars even turn on their headlights, they even flash at you if you drive on the wrong lane towards them. Then traffic actually tries to avoid collisions withyou or other objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not driving and decide to stand at a junction to watch how the NPCs react with each other. I have seen fights start out from nowhere and police rounding them up. Even random car crashes btw NPCs. The whole envoirnmentis so rich with detail and life that sometimes you would want to just watch everything go and see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for combat, it is greatly improved, you even can take cover behind object, you can even blind fire yoru gun without exposing yourself similar to the moves you find in 'Army of Two' or 'Gears of War'. The targeting does not require you to aim very accurately to score a hit, which is a blessing, as I have found myself strugglingin gun fights inteh previous installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some unrealistic parts of the game that tells you that you are in a game after all. Like a single burger/hotdog will replenish your health to full. your car can still run after you drove it off a bridge head 1st into the ground. But generally these stuff are there to keep the game fun and not tedious. But there is one game breaking bug so far which causes the os3 to hang, hear I just need to turn off PSN and I will be fine, xbox360 users will not have this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I like the new GTA look and feel. No wonder it gets full marks on most gamer review websites. Even I myself would give thsi game a full 5 out of 5 consoles. Even with some of its flaws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1972836771325439599?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1972836771325439599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1972836771325439599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-review-grand-theft-auto-iv-part-i.html' title='Game Review : Grand Theft Auto IV Part I'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8373621929328963403</id><published>2008-05-05T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:50:25.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog, I have been a very bad boy lately. I go out of my apartment, eyeing on pretty cars I cannot afford. Hoping that someone gives me one. I walk pass strangers purposely into to them at more times than others hopingto provoke a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I got worse, I started to take those cars I lust for. I even drove a car into a gas station last night just for the fun of it. It blew up pretty nicely and I even scored a few free explosions of cars nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays brawls become a vehicle to gain wealth. I take the money of my lifeless opponents that lay sprawled on the ground after I give a few stomps for good measure. I even bait hookers and take their money after they give me their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its come to a point that I can create a lot of trouble and still manage to run away from the law unscathed. I have even pumped a few cops full of lead with my trusty shotgun and just getting away like nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive through the city at blinding speeds, not even apologizing if I graze someone else's car. The cops are sure weird, they only cared if I hit them and turned a blind eye to all my speeding and running of red lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird but funny at the same time how I manage to get away with all this carnage and remain out of lockup till now. I love running around in Liberty city and finding all the little secrets she holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its going to be another 3 months before giving Grand theft Auto 4 a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8373621929328963403?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8373621929328963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8373621929328963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7424786186294290037</id><published>2008-04-30T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:04:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Review : Army of Two</title><content type='html'>While still waiting for big hitters like 'Grand theft Auto IV' and 'Metal Gear Solid 4' to appear on the ps3 front, I decided that i needed a distraction while I waited for these video game giants to bomb into the scene. That distraction turned out to be a bit more than I hoped for in the form of 'Army of Two'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its about these 2 guys, hence the name army of two, whom start out as military operative in ths 1st so called training mission and later joined a massive private military contractor, or better known as a PMC. The game starts out with a bit of gore and is peppered with a lot of vulgarities throughout the game. So for unwitting parents out there, this might be a concern for you if you are deciding to get this for your 6 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game starts out with a simple training video that explains what aggro means, which is a vital part of the game. Aggro revolves around the fact that if your are more aggresive, the enemy will put all their undying attention, the the form of hot lead, into you. There is another factor to aggro, which is if you have a bigger gun, you are bound to attract more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its fairly simple that if your partner has the bigger gun and is randomly shooting in the air, the enemy will be focus on him and you can go about your killing business with impunity without even getting a glance from them. This all works fine if you can control what your partner do or control what gun he starts out with at the start of a mission. there is also a function to allow you to give your partner a positive pat or a negative kick ingame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game progresses in a very linear manner and little exploration is allowed on any of the maps. There are many sub objectives that you can complete in each mission but they do very little to add on to the actual storyline, most of these are there just to give the player more money to buy or upgrade his weapons for more potent ways of killing someone. There are also bonus explorative items in the form of suitcases in most missions to also further fund your desire for killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons are divided into 3 catagories, primary, secondary and special. Primaries are your main stay weapons, most of them are assualt rifles, there are some shotguns and even a gatling gun and grenade launcher. Secondary weapons are mainly pistols and submachine guns and the special weapons are used for sniping or taking out vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's AI is very well done, enemies will tend to keep you pinned down with gun fire and their compatraits will know how to flank you and try to kill you with any means available. They will even lob grenades at you on random. If you charged towards them, they know when to flee and take cover at a further location. Only once in a while, when there is no where to run they will come right up to you and smack you in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of weapons available is quite good and numerous upgrades for most guns will keep you playing the game a few times thru just to buy all the upgrades for each gun. The stats of each gun reflects the performance of each gun rather accurately thus a gun with more damage tend to stop enemies faster than one with lower damge. This applies for the accuracy as well and one must often trade damage for accuracy. The old saying of a more accurate bullet will kill its target better than a bigger bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the game with a friend is a lot more fun than with the AI as you can tell your friend what you want him to do immediately and his aiming did not suck like the AI's. I completed the contractor mode with my brother in 8 hours of play time and it was much easier to have a 'live' partner than the dumb AI. Only downside to this is that you gotto share the ammo you find when enemis randomly drop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In single player campaign, it is a pain to rely on your partner effectively and you have to keep cycling between comands to tell him to move or to stay where he is, to be more aggresvie or more defensive. All these has to be done in the heat of teh battle. Furthermore, when you pick up a riot shield, the AI will lock behind you and fire at the enemies while you advance. This would work if the AI hits the targets more often than missing them and not squeeze every road he has in a clip at an enemy in cover only to reload, more often than not, at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of ammo for your primary and secondary gun, but if you use a foregrip attached weapon, you will almost never find the ammo for it mid game, well at least I never did. So if say you have a grenade laucher on your G36, the 3 ammo is all you get until you reach mid mission shopping and change out your gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies tend to disappear after a while of their death. Unlike in 'resistance' dead bodies are left where they were when you dropped them and you still see them if you back tracked, this gave me a feel of realism back then when I played that game. The game also suffers from slow framerates at certain times, not sure whatthe cause of this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot of the game is rather simplistic and very short. In a sitting of 6 hours, one can complete the game in recruit difficulty. Playing it in contractor mode will be a bit more tedious if you had to rely on the AI to help you out. i just wished that the missions were more drawn out or more missions were added, Maybe the ability to explore the maps more would be a bonus. I for one would have liked to walk around the aircraft carrier in mission 4 to just to see what a real aircraft carrier looked like from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the game is better than average, but its much better to play this with a friend. I would recommend this game to hardcore action fans whom like to play a game on split screen mode with a friend. I give this game 3 1/2 consoles out of 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7424786186294290037?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7424786186294290037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7424786186294290037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/game-review-army-of-two.html' title='Game Review : Army of Two'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-830352202817327293</id><published>2008-04-24T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:03:38.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night</title><content type='html'>After having mood swings due to al teh unhappy events happening in my life for teh past 2 weeks, Lil miss whiney decided to surprise me by bringingme out on a date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st she surprised me by making reservations at Shin Kushiya, a jap restaurant which specialties include bbqed style food on a stick. The food was good and teh service was excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on she gave me another surprise by booking tickets for 'Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo bay' Which was a hilarious show about stereotyping ppl due to their race or colour of their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lil miss whiney for putting the effort and giving me a treat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-830352202817327293?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/830352202817327293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/830352202817327293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-night.html' title='Date night'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1778609644441559714</id><published>2008-04-22T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:45:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>You know the saying that when youhit rock bottom, there is no other way but up? Well once upon a time, I hit rock bottom and instead of going up I dug even deeper. But not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally looking up as I finally got back my car and although I had a slight glitch with the right signal light(it started to flicker very fast, much faster than the left signal light) the problem seem to have went away on its own. The guys at Mova assured me if it happened again I can bring in the car and they will fix it FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my other problem with my package will be solved soon too. Oh btw I got myself 'Army of Two'. You never realize how theraputic it can be until you start blasting people away on the PS3. Maybe when GTA4 comes upon it will even give more comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1778609644441559714?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1778609644441559714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1778609644441559714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5353250949504116876</id><published>2008-04-18T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:59:37.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>Thats how I feel, be it that my car is still in the work shop, be it that I might have lost $260 worth of stuff in the mail, be it the mounting credit card bills and various debts. I just feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read about other ppl's spouses getting things for them when theyknow that their spouse is feeling stressed just makes it worse. Makes me feel unappreciated or worthless at his moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I wish ppl can see that I feel like shit and give a damn. its like I dun matter at all. Then at the same time I have to still care for the stay cat in my work place, still care about the stray dog down at my home. Just wonder who cares for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair Lil miss whiney bought me 'Call of Duty 4' when I was broke some time ago, not that I want things from her or anything, just sometimes I feel unappreciated thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5353250949504116876?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5353250949504116876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5353250949504116876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6516741521698679362</id><published>2008-04-17T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:19:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being pissed off</title><content type='html'>RecentlyI  bought some stuff from Germany that was sent backto them becoz the fuckers made a mistake on their end with my address. Neh mind can forgive them for such a mistake coz they are only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just today when I send them an e-mail I get another willbe away till 21st of april shit. The whole thing started becoz he was away teh last time and he did not reply my e-mail in time withteh trackingnumberto realize that my item was sitting in our post office waitingto be claim but due to the wrong address they could not send a notice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local post also got some fuck up retarded thinking, so do not send a notice nor do you even try to contact the person involved and hoped that someone knows that its there to claim it? WHATYOU THINK I AM??? FUCKING PSYCHIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I ask the seller to send me a new package, he says that some of teh parts that i order is outof stock. Today I went to check their online web[age and it did not state any of tehparts I ordered to be out of stock, its either they did not update their website or they just fucking dun wantto sent another package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if any of you are familiar with how post works, but usually return post oftenuse the cheapest(also the slowest) method of sending the package back.So the package most likely is going to take 1-2 months to get backto them. While i already paid $120 euros for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today when I e-mailed them of the displeasure of finding outthat the items that i ordered are stated to be in stock and why they lied about it beingout of stock and what do I get? I get a fucking auto reply statingthat he is out of town till21st of April. WHAT THE FUCK!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the verge of asking for a refund, this coming from a supposed seller that is trustworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6516741521698679362?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6516741521698679362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6516741521698679362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-pissed-off.html' title='Being pissed off'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-9206732251401050322</id><published>2008-04-11T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:38:35.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you need to know after an accident</title><content type='html'>That is if you are a car driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always ask them to estimate how long its going to take to repair the car&lt;br /&gt;2) Change your season parking to reflect on the temp car.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you are claiming thrid party against anyone, you reserve the right to choose where to repair it&lt;br /&gt;4) Insist on genuine parts if claiming third party against.&lt;br /&gt;5) Always check on the status of your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you only learn of things when it happens to you. Funny i never thought about what I needed to do in an accident until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-9206732251401050322?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9206732251401050322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/9206732251401050322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-you-need-to-know-after-accident.html' title='Things you need to know after an accident'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-971842176544300876</id><published>2008-04-09T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:56:19.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Depression = No money + Car Accident + $200 of things stuck in the mail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-971842176544300876?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/971842176544300876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/971842176544300876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7099103926679228153</id><published>2008-04-08T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:59:08.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a really bad day</title><content type='html'>Events of 7th April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:10am - Left home for work&lt;br /&gt;07:30am - A taxi decided to ravage my car from behind&lt;br /&gt;08:30am - Stuck at teh accident site waiting for a tow truck to come pick my car up&lt;br /&gt;09:30am - Reach workshop to settle paper of the accident&lt;br /&gt;10:30am - Got my rental car&lt;br /&gt;11:00am - Went to local GP to do a check up due to stiff neck&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - was sent to NUH to do an X ray for my neck&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Still was at NUH waiting for my turn, had not have lunch yet&lt;br /&gt;02:00pm - Finally got to do teh X ray, still have not had lunch&lt;br /&gt;02:30pm - Still waiting for the review, decided to go have lunch&lt;br /&gt;03:00pm - Returned back to the A &amp; E to wait some more&lt;br /&gt;04:00pm - Finally left the A &amp; E, and there was nothing wrong with my neck&lt;br /&gt;04:30pm - Returned back to work, neck started to hurt like hell&lt;br /&gt;05:30pm - Had to go for RT, neck is still hurting like fark&lt;br /&gt;06:30pm - RT starts, neck hurts, no one cares&lt;br /&gt;08:30pm - RT finally ends(late), had not have dinner, tired, in pain&lt;br /&gt;09:00pm - Got home with dinner, ate and bathed&lt;br /&gt;09:45pm - went to move the rental to the carpark and put night coupon&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Got home and watched dirty jobs&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm - Finally gotto bed with a sore neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details of teh accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was travelling along Jln Boon lay going into the AYE, a black honda civic in front of me performed an emergency brake. To avoid collision, I perfomed an emergency brake, narrowly missing the car infront. A silvercab taxi that was behind me did not stop in time and hit me from behind quite hard. A toyota vios behind him also could not stop in time and hit the cab from behind thus causing teh cab to move forward to hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car had substantial damage to the boot area, some parts of the metal was pushing against the rear wheel of my car which did not allow it to be driven off, I had to wiat for a tow truck. AIG then told me that I had to wait 1-2hrs for a tow service to be available. Soon after a tow truck from a company called MOVA came. The old chap then proceeded to convince me to allow his company to repair my vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 1st had an impression that this guy was from the workshop that deals with the taxi insurance and thought that they want to quickly resolve the matter and thus offered to repair my car. Later I found out that this is not the case and this guy just happened to be in the area and offered to help me do my car and convinced me that they will claim against the taxi company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this not cause more problems for me in future. On the upside, they were very prompt to rent me a car immediately so that I will not be inconvienenced. I do hope that my car will come out in top shape and I do not regret using them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7099103926679228153?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7099103926679228153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7099103926679228153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/anatomy-of-really-bad-day.html' title='Anatomy of a really bad day'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7685119145903746315</id><published>2008-04-04T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:29:46.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got fucked by the post</title><content type='html'>Sometime ago I bought some stuff online, usually my oline purchases are non events, this time round, everything seem to have gone wrong for me. 1stly when a registered article is sent to you, you should get a notice at your door. Somehow mysteriously, this notice never appeared at my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that fails, a second reminding will be sent to your mail box, somehow again mysteriously there was no such reminder, in fact the only reminder I got was that of one of my neighbour's, being the civic person I am I even went toteh extend of going to my neighbour's place to give him the notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my package did not arrive. Today a friend of mine showed me how to find out if the package is lost or not, to my surprise, it is on the way back to the seller due to it not being claimed. these are the factors that contributed to why the package came and went back to the seller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Seller was on holiday for a much longer time than stated in his auto reply&lt;br /&gt;2) The notice that was supposed to be on my door some how flew away&lt;br /&gt;3) The reminder was probably put into the worng box, thus I got other ppl's reminder instead&lt;br /&gt;4) The seller did not provide me with a tracking number, only after stating that I did not receive it that they replied me with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just paid $20 for my items to take a round trip from germany to here and back to germany. Not sure if they going to make me pay postage again, at the same time the items cost me $200++ and I am stuck btw a rock and a hard place if I do not wantto pay for the extra postage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say to the postal services here is ....KNNBCCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turns out that the seller wants to split teh cost of the shipping, extra 10 that I have to fork out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7685119145903746315?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7685119145903746315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7685119145903746315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-fucked-by-post.html' title='I got fucked by the post'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5268869564873133001</id><published>2008-03-20T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:25:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck lurves company</title><content type='html'>2days ago I was testing my tanks out due to a complain abt one of my tank not being able to get hits from outside of 4 meters. duringthe test I botched up and accidentally fried IR receiving module of teh tank which means it wun get hit at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeasterday I went down to Sim lim to get some components to repair the IR unit. For some reason the components that I just installed seem not compatible with the originals thus went on to fry my whole tank. Now I got 1 dead and useless tank unless I spend $50 bucks for teh original parts to be sentto me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I do things like this and fuck up my own life. I should have left everything as it is and I would have 2 working tanks. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5268869564873133001?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5268869564873133001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5268869564873133001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-luck-lurves-company.html' title='Bad luck lurves company'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7974114392904767898</id><published>2008-03-11T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:01:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are funny Creatures</title><content type='html'>Its funny how ppl can be so irrational. Even after years of working and being supposed to be in a more matured aged. Yet they let their emotions take control of their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny that they do things to contridict their actions and only when after they did it they will look back and regret. Hur hur hur, why the hell would you need to regret in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never heard of prevention better than cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7974114392904767898?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7974114392904767898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7974114392904767898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/03/humans-are-funny-creatures.html' title='Humans are funny Creatures'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8261823725015646155</id><published>2008-01-31T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:30:00.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List Revisited</title><content type='html'>Well time to look at my wish list again and update it a little bit more. I gone withteh plunge and got a few more of teh items in that list but my pockets are burning big holes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) A new Radio control (JR DXS9)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A new Tank (Tamiya Panther?)&lt;br /&gt;3) A new console (xbox 360?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4) New batteries for planes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5) New planes (Nice F15 in Jet hobby)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;6) New lenses for my Ruby Oakleys, maybe even a new frame&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7) New Hard disk for the PS3(&gt;200GB for &lt;$250)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) New PC games&lt;br /&gt;9) New hardware to run the new games&lt;br /&gt;10) Xbox Game Called steel battalion with all its controllers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see 5 out of 10 is not bad eh. Oh well, on the side note, I see CNY eve havingto work till 6pm a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8261823725015646155?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8261823725015646155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8261823725015646155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wish-list-revisited.html' title='Wish List Revisited'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8402394307465606032</id><published>2008-01-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:36:49.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More OT</title><content type='html'>Just found outthat the vegan colleague is only coming back onteh 6th....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I will carry on covering his duties till 5th, the 2 days b4 CNY where a lot of last minute jobs are requested....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh Yippie' -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8402394307465606032?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8402394307465606032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8402394307465606032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-ot.html' title='More OT'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-108865161997717413</id><published>2008-01-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:32:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Janise</title><content type='html'>Dear Janise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We have missed your daily/weekly/monthly attics and all your Janisim. Lil miss whiny and I know you are now busy with work and life is just so much more miserable. Please do drop us a line from time to time or even better come into MSN when your tired body allows. We hope to go KTV again soon. Hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your popo&lt;br /&gt;Naiveguy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-108865161997717413?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/108865161997717413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/108865161997717413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/letter-janise.html' title='Letter Janise'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2832543585885554809</id><published>2008-01-21T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:15:58.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Irk me...</title><content type='html'>Recently I think my tolerance for anything is really low. I get irritated by small things, maybe its me, maybe its them, who knows. Lets see what are the things that irk me so these few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy weather that chooses to rain and stop and start again like taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;-Students that talk a lot in class even when the lecturer is not done.&lt;br /&gt;-Home tech support (nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;-Money Issues (after calculating that I may not have enuff afterall)&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy work hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these 2 weeks blow by quicker, but having such crazy work hours, I cannot help but feel the week getting longer each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2832543585885554809?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2832543585885554809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2832543585885554809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-irk-me.html' title='Things that Irk me...'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3639341232570147241</id><published>2008-01-11T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:22:25.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Hitting The Fan</title><content type='html'>The new term is aboutto start and things have been a lil crazy these days. To make things a lil more hairer, my vegan colleauge is off to serve his reservist for teh next 3 weeks. That means that i getto take over his duties, on top of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the shit heads thinking that I am whining again, imagine this, you have to work everyday day for the next 3 weeks at 730am, and then imagine this, that you can only go home at 8pm, on firday's there is a special, yougetto go home at 10pm. How nice hor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just funny that I work in a place that is supposed to be known as avery relaxed, yet I get fucking crazy schedules, yet some ppl whom work in other depts, refuse to do OT citing that they got lives and family commitments. Thus all their OT jobs ended up with the 3 of us. So we got no life or familys eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still get a just pass rating for my performance, man if this is not shit hitting the fan i wonder what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3639341232570147241?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3639341232570147241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3639341232570147241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shit-hitting-fan.html' title='Shit Hitting The Fan'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6842449807362559435</id><published>2008-01-02T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:59:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil Recap</title><content type='html'>Juat a small update to those that are interested what I have been doing while on leave all this time. Well for one I do not update my blog or read blogs or even come online when I am on leave or at home. Cause I got thousand and one things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this was my past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th of Dec : Had my tea ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup finally did the ceremony, now there is nothing that is outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th - 21st of Dec : went to Taipei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei was fun, the weather was cool, like there is aircon everywhere. Tried their hot spring and also their road side stalls that sold lots of things to eat. The taiwan sausage there is nothing like the crap we get here that is over preserved. They got very nice BB guns that I cannot get or bring them into sillypore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th of Dec : Had a brush with death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was crossing the road at Lido from wheellock, the light was well in my favour when suddenly 2 meters in front of me a red mitsu colt dashed out. The colt hit a odessy that was in the cross traffic (light was inthe favour of the odessy) and ended up in the opposite direction of the other lane at scotts road. Turns out that it was a female driver. Am still thinking if I want to make a more detailed post about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th of Dec : BBQ and KTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had BBQ at my bros place and then went to meet some of ppl at Boat Quay for KTV. A lot of drinks were served. I only had green tea. Went home at 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th of Dec : Dinner at canivores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with a few friends and Jaywalk. The food was not too bad, but the price is high. After that we end up at movida at St james, which was a lil dead that nite (being a sunday night) Had a few drinks and went home at 2am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Dec and 1st Jan : Stay at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playiong warhawk on ps3 these 2 days, as did not feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is it. Anyway went to watch 'I am Legend' in taipei, the show was a lil disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6842449807362559435?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6842449807362559435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6842449807362559435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lil-recap.html' title='A lil Recap'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3440630721617909651</id><published>2007-11-30T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:43:43.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much things that I want but no money to get.....</title><content type='html'>Why is there always so many things to buy out there but not enuff money to go around? I guess there is a reason for that, like ifyou could get everything, your house will be so full of junk that you cannot walk,eat, sleep in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things I have considered to get yet have not due to financial woes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) A new Radio control (JR DXS9)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A new Tank (Tamiya Panther?)&lt;br /&gt;3) A new console (xbox 360?)&lt;br /&gt;4) New batteries for planes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5) New planes (Nice F15 in Jet hobby)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) New lenses for my Ruby Oakleys, maybe even a new frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7) New Hard disk for the PS3(&gt;200GB for &lt;$250)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) New PC games&lt;br /&gt;9) New hardware to run the new games&lt;br /&gt;10) Xbox Game Called steel battalion with all its controllers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list will eventually grow longer, I do have my wants but I know most of them are not needs, thus will only really fulfill one of these if I get good grading for my upcoming performance bonus, else everything wilkl go into the car and savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited the list to add 2 new items on 6th of Dec 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd edit, turns out I repeated hard disk for ps3, and I also bought it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd Edit got myself a new plane afterall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3440630721617909651?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3440630721617909651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3440630721617909651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-things-that-i-want-but-no-money.html' title='So much things that I want but no money to get.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4446728406642238247</id><published>2007-11-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:49:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are the worst</title><content type='html'>And again I am reminded why I do not trust ppl that easily. Sometime back I gotto know this person on irc who was so called seperated. We chatted and all and soon became friends. Then sometime ago when lil miss whiney was away for business in taiwan, this 'friend' got drunk and called me up at 4 freaking am. Asking me if I wanted to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was drunk so I told her its 4 freaking am. She cut the phone off from me. I went back to sleep. Then 30 mins later she called again, saying she was on her way home and asked again if I could meet her, now I was sort of pissed at being abruptly woken up form my sleep twice at 4 freaking am gave her an eng siew 'I will meet her' but knowing she is on her way home I fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smsed me a bit more from giving me her address in one sms to telling me not to come meet her anymore. I replied somethingto an extend that I was on teh way just to screw with her coz she was keeping me the fucking awake with her smses. Then later proceed in tellingher I not meeting her when her smses wun stop. All this time I was comfortably on my bed trying to sleep in the aircon room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I felt that this friend is too needy and I can do without such a person. So I proceed to tell her notto fucking sms me anymore. In fact lets not be friends at all. Somehow this action pissed this bitch off, and somehow she told her version of this little tale to a mutual friend on IRC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is this friend knew lil miss whiney, the problem was he should have asked me what actually happened before telling it to lil miss whiney.But no, he decided to tell her directly becoz he does not absolutely trust men, so what you trying to say? all women are trustw worthy? you take their word for gold? I hope your wife trusts you if ever someone snitches on you just becoz, karma's a bitch. I was quite shocked when I got a call from her and she proceeded to ask me abt this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are fine now, this episode really opened ymy eyes as to whom my friends are. I have deemed IRC to be evurl and thus purge the program from my system. I will not be going into that God damned place again. With all these assholes spewing lies just to make themselves better or more desirable. I really can do without all these extra shit I have to put up witha nd will definitely save me a lot of frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only keep in contact thru msn with ppl I deem worthy of my friendship fromnow on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4446728406642238247?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4446728406642238247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4446728406642238247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/humans-are-worst.html' title='Humans are the worst'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1177763428312254515</id><published>2007-11-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:20:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egged</title><content type='html'>Though nothing is really happening to me these days, well nothing interesting anyway and I sort of lost my drive to blog,aside from the constant feel of being broke, Lil miss whiny still wanted me to blog abt the perfectly fired eggs she makes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she makes perfectly fried sunny side ups and they taste good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1177763428312254515?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1177763428312254515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1177763428312254515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/egged.html' title='Egged'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3884588575329236235</id><published>2007-11-06T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:38:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, are you a Poser?</title><content type='html'>Sometime back a 'friend' of mine had this reply to a bunch of poly gurls doing a  survey regarding the idea of having motorsports in sillypore. He said a bunch of stuff that made no sense and he came out with this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being one that drives a rally car, I think its a good idea...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe hairs started laffing there after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me? you said rally car? You said you drive a rally car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing was he drove a very saloon looking mistubishi lancer, the lancer is not even his, he borrowed it from a friend. The lacer he drove was more saloon looking than my car. I dun even dare say such proposterous stuff abt driving a raly car. Maybe 'his' lancer is an evo that looks like a saloon car, maybe.... yeah rite. He dun even have a small spoiler let alone the 4 disc brakes that an evo come with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dun get it why he said such stuff, was he trying to impress the less than attractive students? His GF was around when he said that, why would he try to impress young impressionable gurls in front of his gf? Did his penis need inflating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well safe to say we did not remain friends much longer, well of course not because of this incident, but due to some mass back stabbing he did to everyone in the group. I can only say he brought whatever he face now on himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3884588575329236235?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3884588575329236235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3884588575329236235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/11/excuse-me-are-you-poser.html' title='Excuse me, are you a Poser?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4808288977437748178</id><published>2007-10-24T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:19:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And away we go.....</title><content type='html'>Not really me, but lil miss whiny left sunny sillypore early this morning to see chio bus in taiwan. I will be left alone here stuck withteh cats for teh next 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 1st time in a while since I have the place to myself. What should i do? Maybe I should stay up late and play games till morning. Hmmmmm Or should I just sleep instead, so many choices so lil time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, its a weird feeling I have now, although all week long I have been telling myself that its only 3 days and that I wun feel that sad when she flies off. Yet while leaving teh airport after sending her there, I cannot help to feel lil sad, and a bit lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4808288977437748178?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4808288977437748178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4808288977437748178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-away-we-go.html' title='And away we go.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3559714121591985715</id><published>2007-10-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:36:26.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i am nice....</title><content type='html'>Usually I do not post when things are running smoothly for me, nor do i post about happy shite in this blog, for this is usually a place for me to unload all the shitty things that happen to me, thus some retards take it that i only know how to whine thus, flame me via comments thus leading me to turn that lil feature off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to why i am posting today. Its rare that I post about nice stuff, well today I am in sort of a nice mood anyway. So yeah, I was going to do a recording which I am late for and as I was parking my car I notice this student giving a car was all by herself. Knowing that this usually means she is going to ask for me to allow her to wash my new car, which i would nevar, or for a donation of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was rushing and getting out of my car when she ran towards me and asked me, 'hi sir, would you like to wash your car......' and I cut her off with a 'I am in a rush, sorry'. She nodded and went back to the car she was washing half way, I tok 5 steps and then for some reason i felt that I shld be nice today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and went back to her asking her how much to make a donation, she said ten bucks. I took one note out of the few I had in the wallet and passed it to her, saying, make it out to anybody. Quickly rushed to my recording after that. I guess I just felt I shld donate, even though how poor I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour and 45 mins later my recording was finished, and i made way to my car. The student now had a group of her other friends and were talking in a circle standing in front of the cars, not my car. As I walked pass them some of teh girls in the group were turning ard and looking at me like I am some strnage creature, or even worse, some celebrity or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were whispering among themselves and ever so often one of them would look at me. I gave them a faint smile and proceeded to my car and drove off as normal as I can. Though the reason for donating that small amount was out of charity from my heart, its nice to have young girls like them behaving that way for me, something I have not felt in a very long time. Maybe it does pay to give once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3559714121591985715?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3559714121591985715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3559714121591985715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-am-nice.html' title='Today i am nice....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3036556154929048290</id><published>2007-09-28T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:27:01.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish people part II</title><content type='html'>Some ppl can be so childish to even register a nick just to publish a comment in my blog. Werid, no you can go fug yourself for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be some guy with a rather small penis that cannot help but to tell other ppl off on THEIR blogs else he feel his penis is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you can also start a blog of your own to flame me, but dun worry, is not important enuff for me to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you are too stupid, I have disabled comments, some how it pleases me to know that I pissed someone off so much and remove his only outlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3036556154929048290?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3036556154929048290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3036556154929048290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/childish-people-part-ii.html' title='Childish people part II'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2591757005720498289</id><published>2007-09-19T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:05:08.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bird day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Lil miss whiney's bird day, though I had to spend the majority of it at work, but we did go out to have a nice dinner and a lil ride down the sillypore river the nite before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to wish her again, happy bird day lil miss whiney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2591757005720498289?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2591757005720498289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2591757005720498289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-bird-day.html' title='Happy Bird day'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8651153970289664678</id><published>2007-09-14T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:28:21.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some ppl can be so Childish</title><content type='html'>As you know I am now into r/c tank modelling, thus we have a group that meet up occasionally(not so occasionally) to do tank battles. One of these memebers is a person I work with and he also used to fly withme when we were more into r/c airplanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, we both join this group not too long ago and thus at teh beginning it was all great. meeting very regularly on sundays inthe hot sun every 2 weeks or so. Then when my friend tried to change the groups thinking to have battles on sat evenings, a time where there is less sun, the response at 1st was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to get bad as in the older memebers started to fly aeroplanes, or agreeing to the timing, then change itto their usual sunday morning slot last minute. My friend and I both got pissed at their indecisiveness, thus there was a time where lots of flying aeroplane occured on both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently spoke to them about this whole issue and it will hurt the club long term. The older memebers have thought it through and felt that in order to grow, there must be some form of compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing all teh hard work, I tried to get my friend back into the groups's activities, but was met with just a single reply, I am no longer in the group. At this point I think he is just being childish at the whole matter, furthermore he is a grown adult pass 30 and yet have this thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was pissed at me for not join his group (which was only 2 ppl) on one weekend that I had already promised the old group that I will be meeting them. For us to have tank battles, I do not think that having only 2 - 3 tanks is enuff. I feel that in order to enjoy this hobby, we should put pass our differences and try to work a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he cannot get past his own obstacles and that is his harden heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8651153970289664678?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8651153970289664678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8651153970289664678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-ppl-can-be-so-childish.html' title='Some ppl can be so Childish'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6782841385703712357</id><published>2007-09-13T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:22:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice to All Women</title><content type='html'>This is a public annoucement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your man is doing something, i.e. watching tv, please let him finish, if you need to tell him something, it better be something important i.e, you are choking, someone is on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he asks you politely to let him finish his program and he will get back to you, do let him do so, throwing a tantrum will not help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean he loves you less or the tv is more important to him. Its just that he cannot pause the program on tv unless he got Tivo or something to that extend. This will ensure that there will be less friction in the relationship and a long lasting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This public annoucement is brought to you by 'What men want' coz they know best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6782841385703712357?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6782841385703712357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6782841385703712357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/notice-to-all-women.html' title='Notice to All Women'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-8720865587017356022</id><published>2007-09-10T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:29:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident on the AYE</title><content type='html'>Its raining again this morning, well usually I like the rain, but somehow, I don't really like to drive in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning as my usual route was jammed quite badly, I decided to go by a diffrent way. As I was exiting yuan ching exit to AYE, just on my right lane, about 10 meters in front of me, a motorbike skidded and the rider fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was that he skidded in the wrong place and the wrong time. He skidded in front of one of those huge trucks that moves earth(soil), those that you see at construction sites. Being so big and having lots of inertia, the driver had no chance to stop in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the motor bike and rider go under the truck. The bike got spat out towards its left and hurled in front of my lane and the rider came out the back. The moment I saw the accident my instincts took over, I braked and let everything happened infront of me and made sure I was not a part of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove past the wreckage and the rider with caution, making sure not to make a bad situation worse. I got Lil miss whiny to call the emergency number rite after that. Though we both hope that the rider survived the ordeal, inmy mind, after seeing how his body was contorted, I got this bad feeling that his chances are very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that with this day and age, that we are so exposed to all the hollywood productions, that were are used to seeing car crashes, sparks flying and people dying. Yet when that becomes a reality, so how its hard to accept that what just transpired did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the rider's fault, its not the truck driver's fault either, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I beleived that the rider might have skidded off either the lane markers or the arrows on the road, as these white painted markings are very slippery when wet, and its a very wet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all those riders out there, remember to be cautions of the markings on the road when the weather is wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-8720865587017356022?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8720865587017356022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/8720865587017356022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/09/accident-on-aye.html' title='Accident on the AYE'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2324194031451174664</id><published>2007-08-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:22:51.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic rules</title><content type='html'>A bus should not be driving in the right most lane on an expressway, no matter what speed its going. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bus drivers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2324194031451174664?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2324194031451174664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2324194031451174664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/08/traffic-rules.html' title='Traffic rules'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4304858679579834472</id><published>2007-08-28T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:37:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 weeks away</title><content type='html'>I have been away for teh past 3 weeks, cast away into the heavy jungles up north to serve my reservist. Before going for this incamp, we all received a letter statingthat how packed the training schedule was for this ICT is and thus no nites off was expected to be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the fact that for tehpast 7 years of serving for this unit, we had only receieved a single nites off plus we never ever had a single ICT allowing us to stay out really says something abt my unit. So lets hear abt what kind of disappointments I faced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st week or so, my platoon had absolutely nothing to do at night, so much so that i was thankful that I brought my PS3 and we ended up playing that for the 1st 3 nites, then there was the fact that they only let us go after 9pm on national day eve, plus wanted us to book in on national day nite itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the sat that they had indented dinner and made us stay till 6pm on that day. It really felt as though we were serving as an active unit again. Wait, I think this is worst than an active unit as now, SAF personnel is on a 5 day work week. So on friday nite we, reservist spent most of our time watching out teh windows and watchingteh young active boys book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there is a good, what little good there was, that came out of this, for the 2nd time in our unit's history, they finally gave us a nites off, the CO saw how much effort we put into the out field training and thus let us out process on day earlier. I mean this is a milestone for my unit. I do hope that next year when its time to do that damned ATEC 2 in may, we will have a better time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4304858679579834472?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4304858679579834472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4304858679579834472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-3-weeks-away.html' title='My 3 weeks away'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2783750739368434446</id><published>2007-07-19T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:05:20.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Rain</title><content type='html'>While driving to work, it started to rain and soon it became a freaking downporu. Traffic as usual slowed down, something about the rain and the drivers in sillypore that dun get along. Everytime it rains, ppl will drive at 50km/h no matter which lane they are on in the expressway, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I remembering that someone used to say that rain is like silver needles, todays rain looks more like silver arrows. Each huge bolt hitting my windscreen and ending with a splatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, yesterday was 'Happy no bonus day', the ppl in the office went ard wishing each other that, of course with a load of sarcasm added to it. Not sure if anything good will come from this, but if things do not improve here, I suspect that there will be a mass job hunt soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2783750739368434446?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2783750739368434446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2783750739368434446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/heavy-rain.html' title='Heavy Rain'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-362545835234481427</id><published>2007-07-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:01:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>I was wrong that I thought that the ppl in cyberspace are matured enuff to be more sensible when posting comments, and our dear anon(yes I like to spell it that way you dipshit) has proven me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMW has this msg to you, whomever you are, she says 'fuck yourself and suck your own cock' that is if you have any. She has also convinced me that since the poster has the mental age of a 5 yr old, I shall heed her advice and on only allowing registered users to post comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted but her arguments about how cowardly and loserish you are, so I shan't even bother with you. Point I noted, before correct ones english do look at yourself, you don't really come to me as having immaculate english either, ph well the pot gets blacker each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-362545835234481427?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/362545835234481427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/362545835234481427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-81894927979630668</id><published>2007-07-16T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:29:04.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I think about Blogging</title><content type='html'>Mr/Miss Anon dropped another comment again, yes its still anon, I seemed to have touched a nerve somewhere, trying to tell me off about teaching him/her how to live his/her life. Well well well, aren't we the pot calling the kettle black, yet I am not tryingto teach you whatever youthink I want to teach you, I dun care how you live your life, you can fucking die for all I care, maybe be an anorexic or bulemic and give your parents grief or rob a bank and get shot up or sleep around till you get HIV, I dun fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny as to how I don't go around to other people's blogs and leave anon comments and trying to tell them off or how fucked up they are. Maybe its just me, maybe I beleive that everyone has their gawd given write to be as 'full of shit' as they want. Me, I dun care what they do to their lives. I am only there for the entertainment value, yes you are right, I am one sick puppy, at least I dun ride my high horse trying so hard to teach people import life lessons. As so I shall reveal what I perceive as a blog, so as to shut the trap of all those angry anons out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is a place where a person just wants to write whatever they want, be it true or not, most of tehtime a lot of bloggers out there just want to update friends on their daily misadventures. If some stranger wanders by and reads, then so be it. For me, at no time I want to wirte as though I am a victim, what teh fuck for? getthe pity of some strange weirdo out there? Or some twisted mind that has a even more twisted sense of justice that just wants to tell everyone off and tell them that they should shut the fuck up?(yes I am talking about you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some way you are right about me, I am sooooo full of shit, and so are you(for writing that piece of lump you call a comment, paragraphs and spacing helps sooth the eyes) in fact every human on the face of the earth are walking shit bags, we eat and we shit, thats life, get used to it. Let me get back to topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write my frustrations, the shit(that term again!) that happens to me. Shit that happens to my friends(if any) and family. When bad things happen, I write about it, gawd knows I only write about all the unhappy stuff, but that is my outlet. Not like if you throw 10000 comments at Xiaxue on how shitty she is, it will affect her or change her way of thinking(gawd knows we have tried) yet its her right to blog the way she wants to less it involves the law or a law suite then its her problem and then that would be her payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet what I write here in this little corner of cyber space has gotten you so so worked up, in a way it amuses me, not that the way y ou write, but at how small your mind is that get so worked up on cyberspace and on my blog at that, a place where you have no footing to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, LMW and I had quite a heated discussion over this matter snd she pointed out one thing, that is that ppl, when they see something they disagree and when there is a comment button, they will indefinitely click on it and leave some form of comment no matter what, esp when its on an issue that they are so passionate about. The only thing that puzzles me is that most of these high horse riders are all anonnymous, what riding that fucking high horse so much that it gives you a wedggie so far up you ass crack that you forget to leave a name? Ok nuff with the insults else whomever it is might develop high blood pressure or something and get a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I am getting is, that I dun see the point of leaving a comment, esp negative ones on someone ELSE's blog, thus I am some what 'amused' that this person has the gonads to try to 'scold' the blog author about something he wrote, yet no gonads to leave a name and definitely lack of forsight to even start this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I dun see the point of trying to victimise oneself on his own blog, if you ppl put there think that a blog is trying to do that then you guys are just judgemental pricks out there. Why the hell would one do that, get sympathy votes? Become more popular? Does not work that way man, this is not IRC and even if it was, you will be seen as an ass. Ppl write the way they write coz, it happens to them, again I must say, only small minds will think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just funny that why ppl tend to get so mad and want to leave a comment that reveals their mental age to be 5 when they can easily click on the lil X on the top of the window and delete the link to my blog. Humans are funny in that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-81894927979630668?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/81894927979630668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/81894927979630668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-think-about-blogging.html' title='What I think about Blogging'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-3566638787285222488</id><published>2007-07-13T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:55:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just won't give up ya?</title><content type='html'>As i said, will the morons whom got a problem with my blog please leave, if you got nothing else to do butto try to put a dent into my ego or whatever fuck fantasy you have that you think you can affect me, please do give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the fuck you say in those little comments you leave me, you think you can hurt me or even affect me? Then you are more pathetic than you say others are. At least anyone else who has half a brain to even want to leave comments will at least do it in good taste, that is to at least leave a freaking name so that at least, your target knows who is it that has this irrate hate for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, you as a coward only dare to leave comments about how pathetic this or any other blog you read, or how self centered the blog owner is , yada yada. But in the actual fact you seem the most pathetic as you don't even dare to leave a name or moniker to identify yourself. What?!! mama did something to your self esteem when you are young? Dun dare to put your name on a comment you so tenaciously thought up that you think you can change teh mindset of the blog owner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boofuckinghoo, get a fucking life and thank you for stopping by, now then the exit is the little small x on the top rite hand corner, I hope you enjoyed your stay and dun fucking come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-3566638787285222488?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3566638787285222488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/3566638787285222488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-wont-give-up-ya.html' title='Just won&apos;t give up ya?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1379656386719720073</id><published>2007-07-12T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:38:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans...Bah!</title><content type='html'>I have officially lost faith in ppl, yet again some idiot have the audacity to hit some others person's car inteh parking lot(no less) and just drive off without leaving a contact number. I think only in Sillypore(maybe most of asia) does this happen. The usual practice is to leave your card or something if you made a boo boo and hit someone's car in the parking lot so that YOu can correct the mistake you made(by paying for damages or some other means) but no.... the ppl here act as though we are in a third world country, running away the moment they did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that day when I got the new look on the bumper of my new car, I was parked next to a toyota camry, one of those bigger cars that supoosed 'educated' ppl drive, well at least someone whom is earning enuff to drive one. Yet this person has no sense of responsibilty to leave a contact number knowing that he/she had rubbed cheeks with my car. I take what I said back about uneducated ppl in the few post ago, that I got scratch by a lorry person. The problem is not about education, its about ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the ppl in Sillypore is getting more egocentric, everything is about themselves, me me me, nothing else, they will never place the blame one themselves even when the evidence is incriminating. It does not help that now with the advert of blogs(yes I know the irony of me writing this point down in my blog), ppl tend to express their egocentric nature even more. Adding fuel to the fire is that a lot of fans help stroke the egos of certain bloggers to a point that they think they never ever do anything wrong and its their god given rite to do it, including murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those whom have no other business but to make it their personal mission to put any and every one down on their blogs, only problem is these farkers, like those whom hit your car inteh car park and run, leave no name to identify them with. I mean if you got the guts to leave such a nasty comment, do have the nads to leave your fucking name. At least it gives your target a name to curse your next generation whom will be borned with no backside or something. Come on, take responsiblity for your own actions and admit to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that on this day so close to national day, I realise that we are now but a nation of scheming cowards whom like sto stab others inteh back and not admiting to them even when caught. It makes me so 'proud' to be a Sillyporean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1379656386719720073?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1379656386719720073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1379656386719720073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/humansbah.html' title='Humans...Bah!'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4515276115486162141</id><published>2007-07-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:24:18.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog still attracts morons.....</title><content type='html'>Nuff said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear annonymous, please leave a name next time so I got someone to insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else you can don't read my blog and get a fucking life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4515276115486162141?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4515276115486162141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4515276115486162141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-blog-still-attracts-morons.html' title='My blog still attracts morons.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5467190532490841197</id><published>2007-07-09T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:20:35.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratched....</title><content type='html'>I knew it was trouble when I saw that lumbering fat woman gettng out of her lorry trying so carefully not to let her door hit my car, WHEN I WAS STILL IN MY CAR. But when I got back to my car there was a scratch where her lorry door would have opened. Nah Beh what the fuck is wrong with the ppl in AMK, why are they so inconsiderate, worse, why do they act like lowly educated morons. When got ppl in the car act all careful, when the owner of the car is not ard they dun care and slam their door open with impunity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5467190532490841197?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5467190532490841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5467190532490841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/scratched.html' title='Scratched....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4195935297516983993</id><published>2007-07-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:11:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royally Screwed</title><content type='html'>You know, the feeling that you get when you buy a product that advertises that it does something, for example a vaccum cleaner, cleans by suction. To have it break down and then when you send it for repair, the service center 'improves' it so that you need to manually operate a pump that creates the suction for the vaccum, this is how many of us feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working for a certain educational institue, lets call it Institute A for a lack of a better term, for at least the past 7 years or so. I know I am getting into my comfort zone and getting too comfortable with life there to want to move. Then just recently, due to 'change of the structure' of our organization, they decided not to follow the guidelines of the bonus that teh civil sector is getting this coming July. In fact no bonus will be given coz they are still in discussions with the so called 'union' about our pay packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, but since when do ppl cut off the allowances for their children when teh parents fight? To add insult to injury, Institue A booast better facilites and competitiveness that andother Institue called, Institue B, but yet, Institue B is not only giving their staff the said 'July bonus + 200' (as stated in the newspaper for civil sector) they are also giving an 8% increment to their staff that are at the same pay scale as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, so being the better Institue deems to pay their staff less? How does that work eh? I tot by paying teh staff a more competitive pay or at least the same as the others would mean that you would get better people or at least on par with the other institue staff to work for you. How in hell does this all translate to lower pay and no bonus? How the hell do they intend to remain competitive when all their lower tier staff feel like leaving now they have been shove hard up the ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that this is not some kind of late April fool's joke, as I needed the money, money that I knew I should not have givien my father, to tide me over for the new car(which I had yet to pay my mum back for) Its bad enuff that i have to put up woth family screwing me, now I get royally screwed ny my company too....life is just getting better ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4195935297516983993?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4195935297516983993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4195935297516983993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/royally-screwed.html' title='Royally Screwed'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5069024851602101945</id><published>2007-07-02T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:59:52.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Part II</title><content type='html'>Was watching MTVasia yesterday and came across this song by travis, somehow the MTV is little weird but the song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2hYn_4yuhc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2hYn_4yuhc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty nice song though I search thru the rest of their songs, none of them grows on me like this one does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5069024851602101945?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5069024851602101945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5069024851602101945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-part-ii.html' title='Music Part II'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-4202432043433521022</id><published>2007-06-26T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:12:14.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing old gracefully?</title><content type='html'>Have been having discussions with LMW if we had the technology to relive our past, will we? I for one wished I was much younger, back in school doing what kids do. This comes at a time when you see the students here or even teenagers engaged in silly banter that seemed so important to them yet are trivial by standards of an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the freedom of a working adult, but are we really free, being an adult means that you got to act responsibly and you have to weigh your actions with every repercussions. You got bills to pay for and the endless worry if you can keep your job the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, when you hear the silly banter of kids these days, like who they think should win american idol, whom has a cruch on whom and all the silly things that they swear they would die if it did not happen for them, makes one relish the past. I remember the time that I wan to go out late till after midnite, coming home at a staggering 3am, partying all night. Now I could barely make it till 11pm before drifting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its me that has grown old(and somewhat useless) or that my once flamboyant past is now a distant memory that sometimes I want to relive. I think the fear of age is catching up on me, that I now realise I am no longer young, that I am not longer the guy I used to be, I heard its times like these that middleaged ppl(like myself) tend to go out and do something, something that is usually stupid like skydive or climb everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever the case, I do hope that its just a phase of me trying to cope with my aging body and not a sign of wanting a second childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-4202432043433521022?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4202432043433521022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/4202432043433521022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-old-gracefully.html' title='Growing old gracefully?'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7456137585920742848</id><published>2007-06-25T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:00:42.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Week</title><content type='html'>Not been blogging for a week as it has been quiet at work and at home for the past few weeks, also not wanting to attract people whom got nothing better to do than to put some down talking and negative comment on my blog, I decided not to say anything for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people in sillypore like to talk in a hollier than thou art tone, this is the same reason that we will never be a nation with great minds, I mean how could that happen when all we care about is being right and trying our best at putting people down so that they feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we are more of a nation of small hearted people where only our own selfish ego is important. I got a news flash, the world does not revolve around yourselves, dun think that everything is about you and solely you. How else are we ever going to move forward if we dwell on the past?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7456137585920742848?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7456137585920742848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7456137585920742848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-week.html' title='Quiet Week'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6584989893038702539</id><published>2007-06-17T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:11:12.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day by the beach</title><content type='html'>Today was a wet day to begin with, yet begin it wet we still decided to head down to the beach. yes Lil Miss Whiney, Not so Sassy Jan and Me went down to the beach on a eary sunday to run away from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to take this spot by the beach but somehow it was too windy thus we decided to take a different spot. We amused ourselves by watching teh number of families tryingto take the same spot that we gave up on also due to the strong wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about sitting on a beach, playing chillouts, haveing the wind in your hair that strikes you. If only if there wasn't the fact that other facmilies keep setting up there picnic spots so damn near ours, i mean the beach is so huge yet so many families like to set up like 2 meters from us. Even a grup of ns boys had to play their ball games five meters form us when there was the whole empty beach they could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its tehgood taste in music we were playing that drew them to us. Next time we will set up so whee more secluded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6584989893038702539?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6584989893038702539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6584989893038702539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-day-by-beach.html' title='Long day by the beach'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-866406939326968095</id><published>2007-06-15T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:19:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting Song.....</title><content type='html'>As I said yesterday I was surfing youtube and watching some MTVs. This particular song got into my head and is haunting me since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydNbuB6PLiU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydNbuB6PLiU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a song by Goldfrapp called pilots. I think its beautiful and has this feel to it screaming to be featured on the next James Bond movie. Its one of those songs that I can play on loop and not get bored by it. LMW informed me that the high pitch sounds at the begining of the song(and inbetween the song) are man made. I was quite amazed as it sounds like something from a synthesizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might be wondering whats with all the musical post of late, well maybe this phrase shall sum it all, 'Music sooths the savage beast'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-866406939326968095?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/866406939326968095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/866406939326968095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/haunting-song.html' title='Haunting Song.....'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-1228110848904285335</id><published>2007-06-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:47:57.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I have always been a music freak, ever since the days when I was in sec sch. treating my walkman as though it was gold. Buying tapes to record songs off the radio to listen to. I wonder if that was a form of piracy to begin with, can't be helped, I did not come from a well to do family that can afford fivourous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always listened to pop and even to the extend of chinese pop in my younger days. That is funny as my chinese, and my chinese language grades are crap. Anyway I have always listened to pop music until a few years ago, when a friend from IRC exposed me to 'Mandalay'. I think they are considered chillout genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came lil Miss Whiney whom is also a music freak, whom showed me the light of chillout and now, my listening staples consist of the likes of lamb, hooverphonic, goldfrapp, frou frou and so on. Though I listen to some jazz form time to time, if you consider nora jones jazz, I think I cannot do without my chillouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I do listen to some other more mainstream alternative music like coldplay or even keane, I do consider them more 'poppish' than alternative, maybe cause they are more well known by the general populace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent almost the whole morning  searching through you tube looking for the music videos of the mentioned chillouts and was surpirsed that someof the songs that I love have great music videos. Do try searching for them (lamb,hooverphonic,goldfrapp, etc) on youtube to get a taste of their music. Maybe you might fall in love with them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-1228110848904285335?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1228110848904285335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/1228110848904285335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6977776011062114443</id><published>2007-06-13T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:50:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstandings</title><content type='html'>I think I have been greatly misunderstood these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just wanted to clear something up about my father before any of you annoynomus twits start to give me a lecture on how bad you have it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what I went through during the time before i got my own place. The moeny he took from my mum, the things he did to the family, He only gave me the money coz he had the impression that I was going to take care of the rest of the family and that he felt it could relief his concious. If you read back on my previous post about 'Bob' wehich I doubt you did, you would not  have to write that lengthy lecture of a reply that you did not bother to put your name, nor did I bother to read through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all you asshole wannabes, dun pull shit out of your ass if you have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Oh yes I did not allow publishing of that comment, for one reason, that if you want to rant on my blog like that , go start one on your own to rant on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck do I get so many morons reading me recently.... I mean I am not even famous, WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6977776011062114443?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6977776011062114443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6977776011062114443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/misunderstandings.html' title='Misunderstandings'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-7906973821101943329</id><published>2007-06-12T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:35:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>As rain drops fell onto my car while driving, it reminded me of things in the past, well not so happy things that is. Somehow I have always had an affinity to the rain, it brings out the melachony in me. Yet I am drawn to the rain, I feel its like a love hate relationship with the rain. i cannot deny that there weren't any good times in the rain yet we then to only remember the bad times that associates with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes to the next point, why do people almost always only remmeber the bad things or the wrongs people had done to them and not all the good things that they had previously done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am ranting today, I guess my mood is not especially good for some unkn own reason. I do hope I will feel bettre soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-7906973821101943329?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7906973821101943329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/7906973821101943329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-5108043399935496931</id><published>2007-06-07T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:57:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father (Bob part II)</title><content type='html'>A while ago, Bob made the decision to sell the house, giving halfthe money to my mom. He was nice then, as when he is when he is rich. He gave me 20K to start off my lil nook I have now. After paying what he owed outside, I calculated that he had about 60K or so left for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, he coems and sms me if he could get some moeny from me, namely 2K, he did not state if he was borrowing or taking back what he gave me then, nor did he state that he will ever return me the money, not that I want that as I know he gave me money to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pisses me is, HOW THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE SPURGE 60K in 2 FUCKING YEARS. He does not learn, not from the last lesson when he lost all his CPF to his useless brother, the whole 170k or so and now this. The thing is just when you thing life is going well and you do not want to worry  about money, shit hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have said I did not have the money, well technically I do not have it, it is money I loan from my mum to buy my new car and was about to return her the full sun.  Now with my irresponisble and selfish, well Bob, coming back asking for hand outs, I can only partially retun the money to my mum. Hopefully retuningteh rest at the end of the year and be very broke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished I had a father whom is more sensible. its like money and him do not mix ala water and oil. I wished I had a father that does not become a burden on his kids in this way, oh btw the thing is, he seem to only ask money from me and not his other sons, that is too 'funny' I tell you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-5108043399935496931?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5108043399935496931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/5108043399935496931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/06/father-bob-part-ii.html' title='The Father (Bob part II)'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-2537150424462605916</id><published>2007-05-30T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:05:12.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes my car now sounds more manly and no idiot will again dismiss me when I horn them. It is no longer the measly BEEP that its was and now its a fully powered by borsch rally evolution BORP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You idiots that have ignored me, watch it from me, anytime you cross me you face teh wrath of my BORP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-2537150424462605916?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2537150424462605916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/2537150424462605916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/05/borp.html' title='BORP!!!!'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193033.post-6268377961980763873</id><published>2007-05-28T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:27:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management 101</title><content type='html'>I promise to have more patience, less I start to horn at young punks whom don't kow how to drive and stop ever so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to have more courtesy, less I horn a lot more at the young punks and the friend sitting next to the driver starts gesturing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to not lose my temper so fast, less I threaten the young punks with my steering wheel lock when they give me the 'Ann Chua' look and want to act big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to manage my anger, less I beat those young punks into a bloody pulp the next time I meet them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193033-6268377961980763873?l=naiveguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6268377961980763873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193033/posts/default/6268377961980763873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiveguy.blogspot.com/2007/05/anger-management-101.html' title='Anger Management 101'/><author><name>NaiveGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485122041523485700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
