<?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-35815511</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:55:33.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>himynameisjustin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-5976658189125000788</id><published>2007-10-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:14:10.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Homeless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reduced myself to the lowest form of victims of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; depravity. I'm in an internet cafe blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the pictures of the moving up asap when I get into the new home. But right now, it's horrible... seriously. There isn't any internet connection in my grandma's place where I'm at now. I've been watching movies again, which reminds me, I've gotta rent several more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost touch with the world, and I need to get back to basics... Later, I'm gonna hook myself into the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-5976658189125000788?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5976658189125000788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=5976658189125000788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5976658189125000788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5976658189125000788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-8161200816815348559</id><published>2007-10-19T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:10.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign The Petition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign The Petition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I signed the petition to keep gayness out of Singapore... You should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.  And He didn't make Adam to be a long with Eve and Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however left a nice note.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxlY-_UfLhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3SpAa3uWKpg/s1600-h/petition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxlY-_UfLhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3SpAa3uWKpg/s400/petition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123223890283146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment got deleted within the next 10 mins. Don't know why... It wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxlY_PUfLiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KqGvlszxrN0/s1600-h/comments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxlY_PUfLiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KqGvlszxrN0/s400/comments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123223894578114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keep377a.com/"&gt;Go and sign it now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-8161200816815348559?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8161200816815348559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=8161200816815348559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/8161200816815348559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/8161200816815348559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/sign-petition.html' title='Sign The Petition!'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxlY-_UfLhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3SpAa3uWKpg/s72-c/petition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-3757070703658851230</id><published>2007-10-18T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Government Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Government Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I can't go for the chalets I planned. This also means I can't go for youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this nevertheless means that I can come out on Christmas for a few days, which totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rxg2c_UfLgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JXq5wDcHavk/s1600-h/IMG_1499+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rxg2c_UfLgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JXq5wDcHavk/s400/IMG_1499+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122904447795539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... Wasted one whole friggin' year to wait for this crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-3757070703658851230?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3757070703658851230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=3757070703658851230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/3757070703658851230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/3757070703658851230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-government-service.html' title='On Government Service'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rxg2c_UfLgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JXq5wDcHavk/s72-c/IMG_1499+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-4390044698638144900</id><published>2007-10-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:10.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to take a Profile Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to take a Profile Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll touch on the topic on how to take a profile picture for myspace, facebook, or friendster, or whatever networking site you use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before we start, you have to decide whether you want your picture to be a smiling one or a straight face. As for me, it's 2am in the morning and I'm feeling quite tired, so I'll pick the straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, today, or rather tonight, I'll only be touching base on the vertical plane of head tilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you can see from the first thumbnail on the top left, the head is tilted way above natural mark. People who use this angle (about 30 degrees) are either semi-retarded or totally missing the picture of a 'gangsta' pose, or maybe thinks that one has a sexy neck, thus making that the focal point of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thumbnail from the top left, is the proper 'gangsta' head tilt pose. People who use this think they are African American pop-rap celebrities from New York. They're losers in my book. No Singaporean kid should try this pose, a adolescent child with metal-framed glasses posing like this just won't give the bad boy aura, stick to your tuition homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is a normal shot, but just slightly above the 90 degree mark, this is one of the most common poses the internet community uses for their profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second row shows the first head in a slightly downward-tilted position. This angle is used for people who have gigantic nostrils and wish to have them not seen. Mainly chosen by people who lie to themselves about being not self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxTv2vUfLfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OvQkNM5fhlg/s1600-h/how-to+take+a+myspace+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxTv2vUfLfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OvQkNM5fhlg/s400/how-to+take+a+myspace+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121982399921466866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thumbnail in the second row. The head is tilted more than usual to make the jawline sharper, and the eyes bigger. This pose is for people who think they're cute, or want to be cute. But you know what? If you're cute, you're cute... Angles don't work if you're just too damn ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one is psychotic. No one in the right mind would want to use this as a profile picture. Unless you are a very angry person in real life and like chasing away people. Don't use this head tilt unless you are what the descriptions says you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one, is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, have fun taking your emo shots with your camera and photoshop-ing them to remove all your ugly blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this has been posted somewhere, but I don't care, I just have too much time. Plus, I don't know how to transfer videos to my com so I can do stuff on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep, tomorrow I have to be at ACS(I) in the morning. Back to Pizzaman for a couple hours and it's back to ice-skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-4390044698638144900?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4390044698638144900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=4390044698638144900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4390044698638144900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4390044698638144900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-take-profile-picture.html' title='How to take a Profile Picture'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxTv2vUfLfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OvQkNM5fhlg/s72-c/how-to+take+a+myspace+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-4244312086278245346</id><published>2007-10-14T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:10.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nalts Responds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nalts Responds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I found out that Nalts, the guy who has 500+ videos on his channel, (seriously, check his vids out, and subscribe to him) has responded to my comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxL-G_UfLeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ehDQhBkCppw/s1600-h/naltsnalts%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxL-G_UfLeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ehDQhBkCppw/s400/naltsnalts%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121435122303708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalts, Kevin Nalts, has made the cross over from just a comedian to a world mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate him reading through all his comments and bothering to respond to them. He's just such an awesome person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-4244312086278245346?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4244312086278245346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=4244312086278245346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4244312086278245346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4244312086278245346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/nalts-responds.html' title='The Nalts Responds!'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RxL-G_UfLeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ehDQhBkCppw/s72-c/naltsnalts%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-6441797589334037476</id><published>2007-10-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:57:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Personality Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Personality Tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Zach's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Eggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/eggs.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and totally grown up, you truly believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;You don't skimp on nutrition or quality. You're likely to take the time to make yourself a decent meal each morning.&lt;br /&gt;You're a great cook, even if you aren't a showy one. You can make a feast out of simple ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;The food you eat may be basic, but you prefer to think of it as classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Breakfast Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Drums&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/drums.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often hyper, restless, and full of a little too much zeal.&lt;br /&gt;However, people may be surprised to know that you can focus your energy well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and engaged enough to be a great drummer... and you have the stamina to practice for hours.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when you can channel your energy productively, it only increases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are independent and spirited... but also consistent. You can definitely keep the beat.&lt;br /&gt;You work well in a group and contribute heartily - without needing to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your aggression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your precision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Ghost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/ghost.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, independent, and often unseen - you always do things your own way.&lt;br /&gt;You are introverted, shy, and even a little secretive.&lt;br /&gt;People are dying to know you better, but you're a difficult person to know.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of your contributions to the world are left invisible and unfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Blending in really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Being too passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Witches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Roller Coaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/rollercoaster.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for excitement, adventure, and the most intense of thrills.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is better than feeling you're truly alive, and you're willing to take risks to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, people often feel a bit nervous about what they're getting into...&lt;br /&gt;But generally, everyone enjoys the wild ride you take them on. Unless they stay with you too long - then they're apt to feel a bit nauseous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has more low points and high points than most people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay - you love them. You figure that a smooth ride is boring!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you know that super high highs only come from knowing super low lows.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish every emotion you feel and feel it fully. Why deny what life is truly about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are loving life and sharing your wild times with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to open your friends up to a whole new world of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you feel extremely disoriented and even a bit dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much intensity a human (even you!) can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the furthest thing from emo. Sensitivity is not something you exactly cultivate... and you can't imagine weeping over song lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloody waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-6441797589334037476?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6441797589334037476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=6441797589334037476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/6441797589334037476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/6441797589334037476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-personality-tests.html' title='Random Personality Tests'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7507620953954644554</id><published>2007-10-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:29:37.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to listen to ma laugh again. Every time she laughs, I consider it a blessing, or a gift, the grace of God that we are able to live in a sane state of mind. None of us, not that I know of, suffer from depression. And I pray that none of us will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, there's this guy, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nalts"&gt;Kevin Nalts&lt;/a&gt;. His user name is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nalts"&gt;Nalts&lt;/a&gt;. His videos are somewhat funny. Okay, quite funny. But what I like most are his family videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just one of the reminders that make me think of my own dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is to any dad out there who reads this, or maybe even if you're the son or daughter, or the wife of your dad or husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen! Don't stress yourself with work, spend time with the family. They don't just need you to bring money home, they need your time too. They need your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, don't worry about your financial position. If you can't work that hard, you can't. Don't work yourselves to death. Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is governed by death. The time we have with each other on this Earth is short. Don't waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug your dad now, go, tell him you love him, tell him that he needs to relax if he's working too hard, tell him thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wives, tell him that you love him, tell him that you appreciate him, tell him you trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands, fathers, hug your children and wife now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a picture perfect moment with them now. Cuddle together in a family hug before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that nothing here is permanent. Except for the one God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7507620953954644554?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7507620953954644554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7507620953954644554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7507620953954644554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7507620953954644554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/thought-train.html' title='Thought Train'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7077048524969338528</id><published>2007-10-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uber Big/Painful Blister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rw-wLfUfLdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yIsC_xDf_rY/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Uber Big/Painful Blister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at the size of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for skating for 7 hours in a row without resting your feet or even drying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin was like wet tissue, it just tore! But a lot more painful-er than tearing a wet tissue.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rw-wLfUfLdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yIsC_xDf_rY/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rw-wLfUfLdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yIsC_xDf_rY/s400/IMG_1454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120505012776021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, if you want to skate for longer hours, this is one of the ways you can do it. But seriously... It's just not worth it. Season your leg till it's hardened with old blisters and go full out when ever you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: That's not professional advice, take it at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are a bit scattered now, I just can't focus... I'm just so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7077048524969338528?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7077048524969338528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7077048524969338528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7077048524969338528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7077048524969338528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-uber-bigpainful-blister.html' title='My Uber Big/Painful Blister'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rw-wLfUfLdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yIsC_xDf_rY/s72-c/IMG_1454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-1280347194788944502</id><published>2007-09-18T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Zen Stone Plus, Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Zen Stone Plus, Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's my birthday gift. Nice eh? Sound quality rocks too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYCAFtCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UWJIGzNzLpo/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYCAFtCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UWJIGzNzLpo/s400/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445252431262754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Creative technologies' got the best MP3 players in the market. They're catching up with looks, if any of you want to compare with apple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipods&lt;/span&gt; are all about marketing, I've heard them... The sound that comes out of it is like putting a hi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; set in a cardboard box and blasting it at full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you lousy people who were bought into Apple's marketing.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;. You can't compete with the company that first put sound into your very computers, that's right, Creative Technologies are the first to put full-fledged live sound into computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you go looking for an MP3 player, look out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Creatives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Creative should expand their market to a whole new level. This can be done by a whole new approach to taking names literally. As such. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYSAFtDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z_c3rmReG0I/s1600-h/zenstoneplus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYSAFtDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z_c3rmReG0I/s400/zenstoneplus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445256726230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Zen Stone Plus (earth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how it increases the clientel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYiAFtEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pkRAEvXNcqk/s1600-h/easterstonezen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYiAFtEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pkRAEvXNcqk/s400/easterstonezen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445261021197378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my word for it, ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting out of the house now. It's Tuesday, meaning it's WAFFLE DAY! Gelare has 50% off on their waffles! Catcha' later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-1280347194788944502?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1280347194788944502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=1280347194788944502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1280347194788944502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1280347194788944502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-zen-stone-plus-mine.html' title='The New Zen Stone Plus, Mine.'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Ru-AYCAFtCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UWJIGzNzLpo/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-1512252953846217155</id><published>2007-09-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:01:27.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the awful background</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone with the awful background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more eye sores for you, no more orange and gray stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie just arrived in Canada, Toronto! She's so excited, I hope she remembers to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really have nothing to blog about, really. I'm buzzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, after 1 hour, I've still got nothing in my mind. Gosh, do I need friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-1512252953846217155?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1512252953846217155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=1512252953846217155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1512252953846217155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1512252953846217155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/gone-with-awful-background.html' title='Gone with the awful background'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-3556569143060379519</id><published>2007-07-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:04:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Hung Over From Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Little Hung Over From Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to try to start blogging again. Most of my internet activities are on friendster now, so... not much effort put in into updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, July, for those of you who are so lost in time, I've been working. Same place, yes. ACS(I), Anglo Chinese School (Independent). Same thing, pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a week's time, I'll be stopping again! How wonderful... I am unable to hold a steady job, that's what most will think. But just put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be in a kitchen environment where you can hear the customers talking about you when you're right there, preping their food. Cooks do have feelings you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are this 2 boys who always buy pizzas in the morning, yet complain about my speed of pizza making. I am not born into an Italian family, I have no intention of making pizzas for life, I don't need to know how to make pizzas fast for some snot-nosed bastards in the school who can't keep their bloody mouths shut about how the food's coming out too slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I don't need the job. I don't need the experience. Italian food is something I will never get into. Way too boring. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything revolves around cream, butter, flour, milk, eggs. It never gets past all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfigato, where all your culinary dreams die. The cradle of mental occupation for retired people. I want neither, that's why I'm outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking. Maybe I have some sorta syndrome that gets me irritated when it comes to ACS guys. Let's talk about it... They have it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good that they don't even need to be smart (ACS international), so good that they can get to the school they want to just by cold hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there's a secret me that wants to be an ACSian student. To have that same opportunity to shine, to have that same chance to have friends of somewhat the same wavelength as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things just turned out differently for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for the situation I am in. I'm merely ponderinf about the what-ifs i could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, ACS is gay... (oh yeah, that's really mature Justin... Spit on what you can't get.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-3556569143060379519?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3556569143060379519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=3556569143060379519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/3556569143060379519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/3556569143060379519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-hung-over-from-work.html' title='A Little Hung Over From Work'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-5020345502200253248</id><published>2007-05-31T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:31:18.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of an unemployed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The life of an unemployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me. I'm unemployed. It's one and a half weeks after my last day of work and I'm really feeling the pinch of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such successful fat gaining day. I watched 5 movies, and ate, and ate, and ate. Well, I cooked what I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice, otah, prawns in ketchup sauce, chawanmushi, my NY cheesecake... All that pathetically attempted to balance by sitting on my ass all day watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans' 11, 12, Sixth Sense, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Fantastic 4. My eyes became beautifully scarlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here and there, in between, I played guild wars! And my eyes became redder still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, more Family Guy episodes, and more Daily show episodes, and more American Dad episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the retreat to come, and then school starts, which means, work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, someone, talk to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-5020345502200253248?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5020345502200253248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=5020345502200253248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5020345502200253248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5020345502200253248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-of-unemployed.html' title='The life of an unemployed.'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7795230084536520638</id><published>2007-05-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:12.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>himynameischeesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;himynameischeesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good response came from my N.Y. cheesecake, so I thought I should show the cake to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RlxTficn_TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1bvbZHkbrzI/s1600-h/himynameischeesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RlxTficn_TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1bvbZHkbrzI/s400/himynameischeesecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070019081800252722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, with all that fancy stuff and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're sold at ACS(I), on and off, for $3 a slice. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my other foods will be done in 'himynameis' style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm really, really bored... I have so much time to do this photoshop crap... I'm JOBLESS, no school, no job... Gosh, really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants a cake, you can order from me.&lt;br /&gt;Prices:&lt;br /&gt;                9" $52.00&lt;br /&gt;             12" $60.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivery not available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the cake doesn't look as presentable as anyone would like it to be, I'm still working on it. Give me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7795230084536520638?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7795230084536520638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7795230084536520638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7795230084536520638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7795230084536520638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/himynameischeesecake.html' title='himynameischeesecake'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RlxTficn_TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1bvbZHkbrzI/s72-c/himynameischeesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-6030387507123707794</id><published>2007-05-24T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:01:36.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit late for you guys to know, but I was a Pizza maker in the ACS(I) SAC(canteen) for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make pizzas. Lejon's grandma and mom own the place, and now, I have another grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her Aunty, it's quite embarassing that I don't know her real name, but she's bottomline, a very nice woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I think I've become a very boring person. I've lost my ability to express in certain ways. Ahh well, I'm jobless now. No school, no job. No job, no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-6030387507123707794?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6030387507123707794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=6030387507123707794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/6030387507123707794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/6030387507123707794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/pizza-man.html' title='Pizza Man'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-5079088293403857301</id><published>2007-04-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:13.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work place, no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My work place, no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just resigned from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coffeclub&lt;/span&gt;, really depressing... Just as I got the hang of it, I had to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody NS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd give a view of the very small kitchen I work in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Cold Side, where desserts, sandwiches, settings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Misce&lt;/span&gt; en Place is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Riziu9n-OhI/AAAAAAAAANg/WdTe0H_8VKw/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Riziu9n-OhI/AAAAAAAAANg/WdTe0H_8VKw/s400/DSC01218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056665778074302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Hot Side, where all the pasta magic and the main courses are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RizivNn-OiI/AAAAAAAAANo/tHLtyQQr2aA/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RizivNn-OiI/AAAAAAAAANo/tHLtyQQr2aA/s400/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056665782369270306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gerrard, a perverted Chef De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Partie&lt;/span&gt; hopeful, he's really funny. Especially when he dances and spouts sexual jokes. Cracks me up every time. Hopefully he'll be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CDP&lt;/span&gt; soon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rizivtn-OjI/AAAAAAAAANw/kpWquXHOlkE/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rizivtn-OjI/AAAAAAAAANw/kpWquXHOlkE/s400/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056665790959204914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that slacker is Lyn, the supervisor, I know, ironic isn't it? Told you we're unprofessional... Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it, I'll get more photos of the staff soon, you'll see the many accomplished chefs in the kitchen I work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEF HO! THE CHEF OF THE YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke, he really was a chef of the year. I'm really privileged to be around such experienced people, and yet I have to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RiznS9n-OlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xL_8oZWLZlU/s1600-h/chefoftheyear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RiznS9n-OlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xL_8oZWLZlU/s400/chefoftheyear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056670794596104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The framework's really awful looking, but the point is really the one in the picture, Chef Francis Ho. Chef of the Year, my CDP. I'm so lucky!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-5079088293403857301?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5079088293403857301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=5079088293403857301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5079088293403857301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/5079088293403857301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-work-place-no-more.html' title='My work place, no more...'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Riziu9n-OhI/AAAAAAAAANg/WdTe0H_8VKw/s72-c/DSC01218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-4642250496103323837</id><published>2007-04-09T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:13.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my off day in 6 working days. It's quite sad that i don't get off on Sundays. Well, it's like that in the F&amp;B industry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to coffee club at harbourfront centre. So if you're free, go see me. I'll give you lousy food at cheaper prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. Coffee Club's food is less than perfect, in fact, it's less than satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do dine there, you're paying for the air-conditioning, and paying me. Maybe 10% goes to the food costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've came back from Canada, I'm so sick of uploading so many pictures, so I'll just do one. A pic of me, I just went to cut my hair, at Xquizit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xquizit is a good place to cut your hair, it's affordable and good quality. Michelle, the owner, is my personal hair master. Make her yours too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how i look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RhohFfjW9OI/AAAAAAAAANY/iXswwLGMsgk/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RhohFfjW9OI/AAAAAAAAANY/iXswwLGMsgk/s400/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051386310302299362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was so cleverly angled so my pimple wouldn't show. Seriously, Singapore's weather's not doing good to my skin. It's becoming worse ever since I came back from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to complete the advertisement of Xquizit. It's found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apt Blk 492 Jurong West&lt;br /&gt;St 41 #01-34&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 640492&lt;br /&gt;Tel : 6567 5466&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go give it a shot. A wash + cut for me costs 16 bucks, for students, much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I'm really in a social rut. I need an outing. I need a reunion with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a healthier night life in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm out of things to say. I've just read Peter's MSN space, he's got so much going on in his JC, I kind of envy all JC students. Their everyday social needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is the life I chose, not really the life God wanted me to have, but it is right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-4642250496103323837?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4642250496103323837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=4642250496103323837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4642250496103323837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/4642250496103323837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-day.html' title='Off day'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/RhohFfjW9OI/AAAAAAAAANY/iXswwLGMsgk/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7957815814729521495</id><published>2007-03-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:16.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I didn't update my blog for about 3 days cos I was in Whistler!!! Snowboarding!, but not all that fun after all, I'll get to that in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 was dreary. We all woke up at 4pm that day. But we still made it to harbor front before sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harbor was quite boring. I mean, REALLY boring. There wasn't anything there. Just exhibition halls. With nothing available to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quick snaps, and we snapped to the mongolian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuRuLG9RXI/AAAAAAAAANE/mU6J4ZpB5Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuRuLG9RXI/AAAAAAAAANE/mU6J4ZpB5Hs/s400/IMG_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038280830586013042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one such restaurant in Singapore that is similar to this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;You get your own meats and vegs, and do your own sauces. Then the chef will BBQ it for you. Really cool. After a while, all the combinations tasted the same.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuRurG9RYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ygRomd3t2DE/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuRurG9RYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ygRomd3t2DE/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038280839175947650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that buffet dinner, we headed back, watched a bit of TV, then played Mahjong on one of our luggages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 was mainly sight seeing. But Rather disappointing... The historical attraction, Gas town, of Vancouver's museum went bankrupt. So their building was repossessed by the accounting firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to some gift shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this underwear is rather confusing. On one hand, it's Canadian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;, so it's for boys? Or is it for girls? Just look at the lacy waist band...&lt;br /&gt;Look's hot though, I think anything in red is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQZLG9RVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gRh7eten1Yo/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQZLG9RVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gRh7eten1Yo/s400/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279370297132370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQZbG9RWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/94BckH5kYIw/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQZbG9RWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/94BckH5kYIw/s400/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279374592099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-is, number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQFLG9RQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zMgWNfQBSqM/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQFLG9RQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zMgWNfQBSqM/s400/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279026699748610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rear, glorious sunny day again after all that rain. So we decided to spend time in the sun, basking in it's warmness. Oh yeah, we got some cheap sunglasses. We? more like they did, not I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-is, number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQFrG9RSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eCL3F2OkbhI/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQFrG9RSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eCL3F2OkbhI/s400/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279035289683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sun bathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQF7G9RTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lNOxmJyq39I/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQF7G9RTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lNOxmJyq39I/s400/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279039584650546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate this photo, give comments in my tagboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQGLG9RUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/69xj_8j2GC8/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuQGLG9RUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/69xj_8j2GC8/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038279043879617858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, the next entry will be about my snowboarding trip in whistler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7957815814729521495?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7957815814729521495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7957815814729521495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7957815814729521495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7957815814729521495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReuRuLG9RXI/AAAAAAAAANE/mU6J4ZpB5Hs/s72-c/IMG_0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7157308710452573847</id><published>2007-02-26T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:19.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, I woke up really down that day. didn't know why exactly. Maybe I was going to be sick. I AM sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my mood affect everyone,. But really, I didn't really care that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that days an arty-farty day. We went down to Granville Island again. This time, there were more activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, that day's a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkCLUVMRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n_zxYjBb94Y/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkCLUVMRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n_zxYjBb94Y/s400/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035908428146749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to the Island was somewhat, a little less than 'gran' for me. Ok, ok, I know that's lame. But it really was quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkCrUVMSI/AAAAAAAAALE/FaNKmNCTRw0/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkCrUVMSI/AAAAAAAAALE/FaNKmNCTRw0/s400/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035908436736684322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with no time to loose again, we head out for the best place for deal on Fish and Chips. I don't think we got the best though. We went to Tony's cafe. But clam chowder was splendid though, but it doesn't compensate for the little I got for the price we paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkC7UVMTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Y4rBG7stp0A/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkC7UVMTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Y4rBG7stp0A/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035908441031651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkDbUVMUI/AAAAAAAAALU/Czb1VNv68Bk/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkDbUVMUI/AAAAAAAAALU/Czb1VNv68Bk/s400/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035908449621586242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unsatisfied, for me at least, we went back to the Public Market. I was still hungry, but the rest decided otherwise, and not let me buy anything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were too busy looking for things to do, and places to go to. The island is not even a fraction of sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the market, my sister was tempted, but conveniently un-tempted by the bread stand. I was really hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkDrUVMVI/AAAAAAAAALc/edUreiqvIsM/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkDrUVMVI/AAAAAAAAALc/edUreiqvIsM/s400/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035908453916553554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on, we found a busker. Man, this guy can really sing. I thought it was a recording, but no, it was real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMik7UVMMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jX9TgSXZrps/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMik7UVMMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jX9TgSXZrps/s400/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035906826123948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I find it weird to blog now, everyone in the hotel room's walking about, looking at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have any problem with them reading, but not when I'm writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, talk about irritation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cold, my jacket wasn't really water-proof, we dropped by a brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's really the coolest. Does YOUR mother buy beer for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brewery was such a gentlemen area... It was so quite, and boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMilbUVMNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NhJnD9zPIso/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMilbUVMNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NhJnD9zPIso/s400/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035906834713882834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMilrUVMOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aM2dZStk_9I/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMilrUVMOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aM2dZStk_9I/s400/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035906839008850146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again. Does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mom buy a beer platter for you? From left to right, maple ale, lager, pale lager, amber ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMil7UVMPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XpjxLFfz7ig/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMil7UVMPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XpjxLFfz7ig/s400/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035906843303817458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top stuff! never tasted beer this good before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after several beers, we went for some cooking demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something new. Swordfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this, you'll need really fresh swordfish for this dish to taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 layers, the base salad which can be any salad you like, make sure there's colour in the salad for aesthetics reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next, is the sword fish, about an inch and a half thick. Grill it on a hotplate, not too long, you'd want the middle to be a bit raw, so if you cut it down the middle, you'd see a bit a pink in the middle. That's just right. Grill on each side with a couple pinches of salt-pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top is the fish salad, the salad that goes with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 portion of yellow onions, diced&lt;br /&gt;-1 portion of tomato, peeled, and mushy stuff taken out, diced. The skin can be taken out easily by blanching.&lt;br /&gt;-1 portion of plump sundried tomatoes, diced. Just soak the sundried tomatoes in water overnight.&lt;br /&gt;-Balsamic Vinegar, enough for all the ingredients to hold the flavour of the balsamic.&lt;br /&gt;-Some fresh thyme, depends on how much herb taste you'd want.&lt;br /&gt;-Pepper and salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Make your the salad for the topping it cold when your dish it on your hot swordfish steak. It's good, trust me. The recipe is not tried, but soon it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went around some more, looking, missing every good performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we got to the coastal jazz place. They were really pro, but I still slept. Jazz gets me so relaxed that I'm never able to keep awake. So if i sleep when you play jazz, it's a complement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we topped it off with a fire performance by really crazy people. We were out in the cold, 4 degrees with winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMimLUVMQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nUenOLjOx-E/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMimLUVMQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nUenOLjOx-E/s400/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035906847598784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time XD !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7157308710452573847?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7157308710452573847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7157308710452573847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7157308710452573847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7157308710452573847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/vancouver-day-5.html' title='Vancouver day 5'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMkCLUVMRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n_zxYjBb94Y/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-2155176502695359299</id><published>2007-02-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:23.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my head... I'm down with a virus I think... It's day 6, 26 February, 9am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't post day 4 yesterday. too tired, too gloomy. It was raining the whole day. Looks like it's going to rain the whole day today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably&lt;/span&gt; very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought I'd say this, but I wish there's more sun here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun sets at 5 plus, and rises about the same time as Singapore. That leaves me with only 10 hours of sunlight before it gets dark and all the peep shows start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably start my flashback to day 4, 2 days ago in the gloomy city of downtown Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up a little earlier today, but we still left pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks to have a hotel room with only one toilet. But then again, we all four of us, are not supposed to share a single room. It's 'against the policy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy day in beautiful city Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnLUVMHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bFkGKZE2jU4/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnLUVMHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bFkGKZE2jU4/s400/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888173080981618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we decided to go down to Chinatown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Chinatown baby... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we walked to the skytrain. Ironically, the skytrain was underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I think Singapore is definitely more technologically advanced when it comes to handphones. Twice was my sister complimented when using her phone to take pictures. Her's is a Sony Ericcsson K800, cybershot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at their stunned faces when my sister took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnbUVMII/AAAAAAAAAI4/YGbfVTeixo0/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnbUVMII/AAAAAAAAAI4/YGbfVTeixo0/s400/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888177375948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so maybe they weren't amazed, but jealous? I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're at Chinatown. What do you do when you're in Chinatown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll slap you if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAT LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAM CHA LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dimsum, dian xing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us here now at the Jade palace kitchen. My ma and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnrUVMJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uZk8j6vEjFA/s1600-h/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnrUVMJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uZk8j6vEjFA/s400/IMG_0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888181670916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw the need to take more photos! So she wanted to take this ming vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my face in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPpLUVMDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JGfLYmMYp4Q/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPpLUVMDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JGfLYmMYp4Q/s400/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035886008417464370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was, persuasive.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRoLUVMKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QQq-0PI3Eis/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRoLUVMKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QQq-0PI3Eis/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888190260850850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the food came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely, delicious,  and really, really expensive.  C$5 per tong, basket.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPorUVMCI/AAAAAAAAAII/V8C4kKsQHMU/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPorUVMCI/AAAAAAAAAII/V8C4kKsQHMU/s400/DSC01159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035885999827529762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRobUVMLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7GZBc-7_pJc/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRobUVMLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7GZBc-7_pJc/s400/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035888194555818162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we carried on walking, trying to find the best deal on siew yok, and char siew. They're all pork, and all damn good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked, and walked, till the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPpbUVMEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KQieSv1a7s4/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPpbUVMEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KQieSv1a7s4/s400/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035886012712431682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did buy our meats in the end. But somehow, it's always cheaper everywhere you turn on these streets. Bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPp7UVMFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MmxmGY8ak48/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPp7UVMFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MmxmGY8ak48/s400/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035886021302366290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mandatory thing we have in Chinatown is the fried rice. And it's always, D-licious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the House of Noodles, I regained my love for Soy sauced duck wings. And I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOcbUVL9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HUdWUf1Eq7Q/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOcbUVL9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HUdWUf1Eq7Q/s400/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035884689862504402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating our, second dinner. We headed back home by foot. Damn, we make great backpackers if you don't count the hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little lost. Ma wanted to navigate us back, but I did it in the end. I never fail to see Ma trying so hard. I wished she'd take a break from the holiday, and really enjoy the holiday. Ironic, but i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10mins of walking, we came by Robson street, the equivalent of Orchard Road in Singapore. Except, there are shorter buildings, no malls at all, and it's freakin' cold outside. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPqLUVMGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rDYbeLrZXJA/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMPqLUVMGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rDYbeLrZXJA/s400/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035886025597333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pretty shot at the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOcrUVL-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1fO8jeQumvs/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOcrUVL-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1fO8jeQumvs/s400/DSC01162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035884694157471714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the window ad of the Puma stall, pretty interesting, but no link what-so-ever to what they're trying to market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOc7UVL_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eH0LvgCIi6c/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOc7UVL_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eH0LvgCIi6c/s400/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035884698452439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down Robson street, we came to our turn into Granville street, there we found a Singaporean cuisine restaurant. Pretty authentic. Pretty pricey. C$4.35 for 2 pieces of prata? No way on earth man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOdLUVMAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KeGkRYosr-g/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOdLUVMAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KeGkRYosr-g/s400/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035884702747406338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of eating, we conveniently remembered our meat that's already cold in the natural fridge. We came back to our hotel, and spammed the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOdbUVMBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hZtxd7R6jE0/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMOdbUVMBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hZtxd7R6jE0/s400/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035884707042373650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's during the CNY season so we caught a Cantonese movie with Andy Lau and the guy who always acts the comedy relief. Top stuff! Had the passion to play mahjong again. Fortunately, we brought our travel kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-2155176502695359299?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2155176502695359299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=2155176502695359299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/2155176502695359299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/2155176502695359299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/vancouver-day-4.html' title='Vancouver day 4'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReMRnLUVMHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bFkGKZE2jU4/s72-c/DSC00182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-1736516386265470877</id><published>2007-02-25T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:28.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to post doubly hard today. It's day 5 but I haven't post day 3 yet. So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a flashback post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it as if it was 2 days ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Days ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;. I love the mornings here. So such thing as a pool of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perspiration&lt;/span&gt; around me from the premature shut down of the air-conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, although I'm sleeping more comfortably here, I wake up earlier over here in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nevertheless, we all got up, and got ready to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post haste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, the first picture you see, the one and only, the apple of your eye, ME!! Just kidding, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzmXcp1gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VnS9eSIpT-c/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzmXcp1gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VnS9eSIpT-c/s400/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035503330087523842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we decided to go to Stanley Park. That's the far west side of downtown Vancouver. It looked pretty far in the map. About 6 inches, from hotel to park, on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's the straight line distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we'll take the bus. But no, it's actually walkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking in Canada. Can you believe it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love walking!&lt;/span&gt; That's very unlike me you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the fact that I don't know the bus route well, and I'm more accustomed to navigating on streets by foot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scouts' way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So further down Davie street, came an integral part of the street. I call it gay street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos' it's gay. &lt;/span&gt;But not that I have any problem with it. I'd expect this from a country that protects gay rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's only got a bar at Chinatown that's so openly gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't believe me about the gay, check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary sources of evidential proof. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow flags&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; lamppost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzm3cp1hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0fVO8oZxv4s/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzm3cp1hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0fVO8oZxv4s/s400/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035503338677458450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more proof? Even the bins are painted &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGznHcp1iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JaFEVI3G6Pw/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGznHcp1iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JaFEVI3G6Pw/s400/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035503342972425762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough? Even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bus stands &lt;/span&gt;are painted pink here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGznncp1jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NoPmWPFFpdM/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGznncp1jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NoPmWPFFpdM/s400/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035503351562360370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of all the cultural shocking gayness, I found a familiar sight. A Singaporean cuisine restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then found out that they're gay too. Just look at the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzn3cp1kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nuUnu8QNFDc/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzn3cp1kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nuUnu8QNFDc/s400/DSC01138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035503355857327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5 min walk, we get to Stanley Park. We were greeted by a creeper-infested building which looked kinda nice. It looked like it pop-ed out from Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGy_3cp1bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WkOectH_4pg/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGy_3cp1bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WkOectH_4pg/s400/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035502668662560178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more beautiful shots of the area around the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzAHcp1cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vs1l7wMKhLE/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzAHcp1cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vs1l7wMKhLE/s400/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035502672957527490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the science behind it, but somehow, the clouds here are closer to us than in Singapore. Why? Maybe Mr. Liu can tell me. That's if I ever go back to that stinkin' school again. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of science... Ignorance is truely bliss, Just look at that view. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzAncp1dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L3pzHcNTJ6s/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzAncp1dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L3pzHcNTJ6s/s400/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035502681547462098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzA3cp1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n8oTAo6Q60E/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzA3cp1eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n8oTAo6Q60E/s400/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035502685842429410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got cold. Being the most insulated, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;, the heat parasites Clung onto me and withdrew all my heat. But it doesn't really matter. I heated back up again after 3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzBXcp1fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hNq38PkxWRI/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzBXcp1fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hNq38PkxWRI/s400/Picture+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035502694432364018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a walk in the park, we must restore the calories we burnt. Or is it the other way around? We went to a Jap restaurant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buffet&lt;/span&gt; style. This is not good for their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is really good for the low price we pay. About 10.75 CD per adult. All you can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could remember our order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starters&lt;br /&gt;-Spinach salad x2, each (there were four of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course&lt;br /&gt;-Salmon Sushi x2, each&lt;br /&gt;-Inari x1&lt;br /&gt;-Tuna Sashimi x3, each&lt;br /&gt;-Vegetable tempura x2&lt;br /&gt;-Beef teriyaki x4 portions&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken teriyaki x4 portians&lt;br /&gt;-Tofu x3 bowls, each had 6 pieces in it&lt;br /&gt;-California rolls x4 portions&lt;br /&gt;-Salmon skin maki x4 portions&lt;br /&gt;-Seafood Mi-(something in japanese, I swear, they're faking the names as well)&lt;br /&gt;-Miso soup x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate ice cream x3 (my sister gave up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot... It started with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxt3cp1WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LlbgXbWfPU4/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxt3cp1WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LlbgXbWfPU4/s400/DSC01150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035501259913287010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxuHcp1XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ENi1lmVSGhI/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxuHcp1XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ENi1lmVSGhI/s400/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035501264208254322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the heavy meal, we went to Granville island. Yes, we walked. But a short ferry trip too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And arty-farty shot of me at the water front. 'Seabreeze', that's what the sign says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxuncp1YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IS165P9qHHc/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxuncp1YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IS165P9qHHc/s400/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035501272798188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even the slower pace of life gets the seagulls. I've never seen them that fat before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxu3cp1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CkShLU8FEoM/s1600-h/Picture+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxu3cp1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CkShLU8FEoM/s400/Picture+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035501277093156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the island, I found the mecca of fresh produce market in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The availability of produce was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the portobello mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxBXcp1QI/AAAAAAAAADk/62QhqFibM0Y/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxBXcp1QI/AAAAAAAAADk/62QhqFibM0Y/s400/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500495409108226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words, can, describe this, sight... I'm tearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxB3cp1RI/AAAAAAAAADs/wVNTOdv8rTY/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxB3cp1RI/AAAAAAAAADs/wVNTOdv8rTY/s400/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500503999042834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. They've got everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCHcp1SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q6NwuSs2ct0/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCHcp1SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q6NwuSs2ct0/s400/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500508294010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited like a little school boy at the snack shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCXcp1TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gl4KKeKLyRU/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCXcp1TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gl4KKeKLyRU/s400/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500512588977458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my hotel room didn't have a kitchenette. I'll be going wild if there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full day, I was exhausted! So I knocked out after a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCncp1UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nG1Hs_lYdcU/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGxCncp1UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nG1Hs_lYdcU/s400/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500516883944770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pops back to the present*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, The day didn't end there. An event was going on, called Winteruption. An event no art enthusiast would want to miss. We saw a comedy play by really experienced actors. Top stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-1736516386265470877?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1736516386265470877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=1736516386265470877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1736516386265470877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/1736516386265470877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/vancouver-day-3.html' title='Vancouver day 3'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/ReGzmXcp1gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VnS9eSIpT-c/s72-c/DSC01132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-7115074276200355812</id><published>2007-02-22T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:30.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, day 2. Supposed to wake up at 7am, but woke up at 9.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, we went to UBC, University of British Columbia. I know, you're asking, why on earth whould I be going to a university on a holiday? But the thing is, I'm here on an exploratory trip. Future prospects, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we took a bus. A ticket cost C$2.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans shouldn't complain about paying too much for transport fees, seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean for the cost of each ride, and you get this standard of buses... Just look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cm3cp1DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mAOWM5lor84/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cm3cp1DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mAOWM5lor84/s400/DSC01127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563256235709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, getting bored, I took some photos of the outside. This isn't downtown vancouver, it's the outskrits, near university boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cnHcp1EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MTn-slClnxQ/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cnHcp1EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MTn-slClnxQ/s400/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563260530676802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started the campus tour. And we saw lots of things, that were quite boring. Lots of asian stuff. I mean, what could I expect, vancouver is nick named Honkouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a scene in UBC. The lady in the middle is Karen. Campus tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cnXcp1FI/AAAAAAAAABE/pKzWLw-X63A/s1600-h/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cnXcp1FI/AAAAAAAAABE/pKzWLw-X63A/s400/IMG_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563264825644114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more of asian influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cn3cp1GI/AAAAAAAAABM/QucTiXOWkxA/s1600-h/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cn3cp1GI/AAAAAAAAABM/QucTiXOWkxA/s400/IMG_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563273415578722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some faculty buildings around the campus, UBC is a whole village.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5coHcp1HI/AAAAAAAAABU/ArocZDQoN-U/s1600-h/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5coHcp1HI/AAAAAAAAABU/ArocZDQoN-U/s400/IMG_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563277710546034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More wonderful buildings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duXcp1KI/AAAAAAAAABs/89PhSXy769I/s1600-h/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duXcp1KI/AAAAAAAAABs/89PhSXy769I/s400/IMG_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034564484596356258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fab buildings!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duXcp1LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z1YYgOA2UGc/s1600-h/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duXcp1LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z1YYgOA2UGc/s400/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034564484596356274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before seen piece of the sky in Singapore. Beautiful huh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duncp1MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Df1T8xrdd0/s1600-h/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duncp1MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9Df1T8xrdd0/s400/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034564488891323586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I, beautiful skys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5dvHcp1NI/AAAAAAAAACE/un21o25gJg8/s1600-h/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5dvHcp1NI/AAAAAAAAACE/un21o25gJg8/s400/IMG_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034564497481258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us. Campus behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duHcp1JI/AAAAAAAAABk/GUoJQw-UrvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5duHcp1JI/AAAAAAAAABk/GUoJQw-UrvQ/s400/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034564480301388946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, sis and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5fvHcp1OI/AAAAAAAAACM/LIs1zrT5Wdw/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5fvHcp1OI/AAAAAAAAACM/LIs1zrT5Wdw/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034566696504513762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long, long day at UBC,  I went to my favourite places  in any city. The GROCERY  stall! Look at the  aisle! It's amazing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5fvXcp1PI/AAAAAAAAACU/2AtAVxnB4Y8/s1600-h/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5fvXcp1PI/AAAAAAAAACU/2AtAVxnB4Y8/s400/IMG_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034566700799481074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming tomorrow. Love you all, peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-7115074276200355812?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7115074276200355812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=7115074276200355812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7115074276200355812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/7115074276200355812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/canada-day-2.html' title='Vancouver day 2'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/Rd5cm3cp1DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mAOWM5lor84/s72-c/DSC01127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117213568478990781</id><published>2007-02-22T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:13:06.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore to Taipeh to Canada, Vancouver day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore to Taipeh to Canada, Vancouver day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm finally in Canada, Vancouver! It's 7 degrees celsius outside, and i'm warm and toasty beside the radiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the trip was shit... The plane ride that is. Well, at least the first half was screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to taipeh was rather okay, from the beginning, arriving at changi airport. Followed by feeling proud of being a citizen of this country that made this airport, then i had Mac's. It's ritual for me to have macs before the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take much pictures in the airport, videos though. i'll post them tomorrow, damn youtube's down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother and I in the cab to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/627391/DSC01116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/118895/DSC01116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, waiting at the gate together with a lot of taiwanese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/151671/DSC01123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/315098/DSC01123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don't know how to upload my vids to the com even. nonetheless, they'll still be up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, boeing 777s are SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flight entertainment, personal screens, games, non-stop blockbusters, shopping, all at the comfort of one remote control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half-drunk, half-pissed, half-awake, half-rational, half-witted, fully-f*ked-up-bastard descended the plane too quickly for me. I had an air bubble under the skin of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT LIKE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air travelled around my face and finally stopped at my teeth. It gave me an insane toothahce, my molars felt like exploding. my whole jawline was sore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 hours was I pissed, and in agony. I was tearing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fourtunately, the second flight was fine, sweet. I've got some pics from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not supposed to take any pictures. But oh, what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the clouds, with the wing of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/572403/DSC01124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/993120/DSC01124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/278915/DSC01125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/377558/DSC01125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A signboard in Vancouver international airport.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/109513/DSC01126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/736623/DSC01126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures of Vancouver tomorrow, when it's bright. Sun sets at 4.30 to 6 pm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking a dump in the hotel room, I opened the window just a little for greater ventilation. I heard the sirens of police cars. Then followed by 4 gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the experience one would want to have on the first day of holiday huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we deicded to have around the area, despite the warnings of the gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the bloodstains on a stall window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I found 3 sex shops in the vicinity of 2 perpendicular streets. Both had peep shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of Vancouver degridates even further. But what will come tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. And now, SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117213568478990781?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117213568478990781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117213568478990781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117213568478990781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117213568478990781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/canada-day-1.html' title='Singapore to Taipeh to Canada, Vancouver day 1'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117099779301175198</id><published>2007-02-08T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:09:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuqun? What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuqun? What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuqun, you're dead to me. Dead, cold, stiff. You mean nothing to me. SCREW OFF AND DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-tards. I'm not a student anymore, I don't have to abide to the freakin' rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You F-berries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You F-ed Fairies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the school with a bitter taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; _|_          _|_&lt;br /&gt;|      |/   \|      |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows two hands flipping you off, shuqun idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117099779301175198?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117099779301175198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117099779301175198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117099779301175198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117099779301175198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/shuqun-whats-that.html' title='Shuqun? What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117091629431885399</id><published>2007-02-07T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:31:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with depression, secular way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dealing with depression, secular way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, dealing with depression 101 right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really simple, watch "&lt;a href="www.redvsblue.com"&gt;Red vs Blue&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://www.roosterteeth.com/home.php"&gt;Rooster teeth productions&lt;/a&gt;, it's really, really kick-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a teaser for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ZSFxARLSo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ZSFxARLSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awsome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of the many, many episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole 4 seasons can be bought at the site... Well, if you guys got extra cash to spare, why not buy them for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if you are really, really, really, really generous and free with your finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna play halo again. I need to borrow an XBOX and a XBOX 360. And also all the halo games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one? care to lend them to me? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for your reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117091629431885399?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117091629431885399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117091629431885399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117091629431885399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117091629431885399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/dealing-with-depression-secular-way.html' title='Dealing with depression, secular way...'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117083213502464764</id><published>2007-02-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:08:55.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more emo! Now, just depressed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more emo! Now, just depressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness... What's wrong with me? One moment I'm talking about love, the next, I now just want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know myself anymore. It's as if I'm totally detached from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be my job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so... It's the only thing that keeps me sane. Yet, it's the only thing that keeps me from meeting up with friends and socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have played sims before... My aspiration level is now -5, my social needs are in the red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of being around Malaysian workers who don't understand a word of English, well, maybe one or two. But it's still pretty lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk less, I respond less, I'm just the lesser me than before. It's just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the grown up world is like that at first. Takes a while to get used to. Getting tired easily, not just physically, but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional thoughts of self isolation for like a month. It's like I'm pulled between two wants, being alone, and being with people. Even a confusion like this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petty, yet, disturbing. I think it's the issue of not knowing yourself that is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what. It's time like these I sometimes treasure. But it's painful to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these I read more of the Bible, and rely on God's goodness. Oh my goodness... I feel like the Irealites in the book of Judges or Exodus. In crisis, seek God. In anything else, turn into a whack job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of that is also depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express myself anymore. Till next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117083213502464764?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117083213502464764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117083213502464764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117083213502464764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117083213502464764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-more-emo-now-just-depressed.html' title='No more emo! Now, just depressed...'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117044366424163407</id><published>2007-02-02T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:14:24.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More emo...</title><content type='html'>More emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep... it's 4am and i'm on my mom's pda, entering this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing huh? technology is facinating. when I get my dopod, i'll moblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was shit today. I kinda blew up at this m'sian guy who was my senior. Its really irritating that I have to put up with his shit. he is only a week my senior and he bosses me and nags at me like some stupid useless ass hole! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, my che  de partie extensively poked fun at me today. not just the kitchen, but the whole restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thar f*cktard! I admired his passion for food, but I detest his insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i'm quitting if I get the job at oriental hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling down and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired. sleep now. I want nice dreams tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117044366424163407?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117044366424163407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117044366424163407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117044366424163407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117044366424163407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-emo.html' title='More emo...'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-117034573955750698</id><published>2007-02-01T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:02:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Justin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm really feeling that way right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to live up to my really emo picture of me with the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really down right now. Oh i forgot to give you guys an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I work at coffee club as a part time cook.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't quite like it. I wanted experience in cooking, food and kitchen operation. Not microwave-button pushing.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in a minor, minor state of depression right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm living out my held back years of emotion, gang-green, and angst. Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound stupid, but it's my blog, and I'll spill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm deprived of relationships. Love perhaps. To care for someone as much as yourself, and even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm not used to the emo shit. I gotta ask Jestyn how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason why I'm feeling as such maybe because I've never had a relation since, God knows when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous, when I see friends who are going out. Why are they so lucky? I ask myself. And then I console myself by giving the setreo-typical reasons not to have a relationship. Too much time and money spent, takes time away from all other things. Too young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, still. And I want to make mistakes that doesn't matter in future. Heck, if it's not a mistake, then it'll be my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of sad, to think that I was never rumoured to be liked. Apperently, obviously, and undeniably, I'm unattractive. And the thing that urks me the most is that I'm appcepting to that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times have I put myself on a diet and an exercise regieme. I fail. And that's what makes me hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses. I'm just ranting. Besides, I have nothing to do but that now. I'm not in any school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike all my other church friends - I only mention church friends, because they are the ones I pspend most time with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all, smart people. Intellectual. Bright. And so happy all the time. I try to be that way. But some how, I just don't feel alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault that they're smart, heck, it's not a fault at all. It's a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing that I'm not given as much. So I try other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I'm ggod at those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just what i enjoy and would like to persue as a career, especially cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's just a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to open a restaurant. It'll be named, "Louis'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis is my father's name. It'll be a goal that reminds me of the glorious past that haunts, yet inspires and also support the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go bullemic soon. Will I? Stay tuned for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this the emo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop pouring out my deepest, darkest and most painful emotions. I'll go eat panadol and drink vodka now. Bye, bye bye my beautiful cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep working on it. Not emo enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-117034573955750698?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/117034573955750698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=117034573955750698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117034573955750698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/117034573955750698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/emo-justin.html' title='Emo Justin'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116822216280042192</id><published>2007-01-07T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:09:22.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I posted. Seriously, it's been forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may not already know, but I'm not going to school now. I'm like a drop-out. I'm not going to any JC or Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight into NS for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really... I'm still waiting for my application to be approved. So in the mean time, I'm rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily routine: Play Ceres-RO. Ugh... I'm a social parasite. I spend money and contribute nothing to the people. But of course, I'm not a communist, so not giving is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 06. That month, every December from now on, for that matter, is a monument to my late father. To have his birthday and my parents wedding anniversary within 10 days of each other is emotionally draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a reminder of how I once lived the care-free life when Pa was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I seem to be okay to my family, because I hide most of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is it like to be on the higher side, in heaven. I wonder how is it like to be able to see and hear us from up there. Is it as exasperating as it is down here? To cry out and want a dream, just a dream to remember how he sounds like. To see him again face to face. To be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I can feel the emo blogger in me come out. But I shall repress it, just like i repress everything else that makes me want to shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to standard; this Christmas really blows... I had some kind of 1 month long fever/diahorrea/flu/whatever. Christmas dinner will be thrown up the very same night, some dinners even missed because I was too visrus-rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I want my Christmas dinner again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Chinese New Year's comming up. It's early January and my CNY decors are up. I know it's a bit early... But the Christmas and CNY decors are in the same box. And we didn't throw away last year's pussy willow. So it's still sticking out from a vase, all dried up. Bone dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all that nothing is going on, I'm now trying to find a job! How exciting. I want to work as a Kitchen staff at an Orchard hotel. That way, I've got an excuse to go there everyday. Get's me out of the house, stops me from rotting, prevents my butt from fusing with the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates when I feel like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116822216280042192?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116822216280042192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116822216280042192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116822216280042192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116822216280042192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mad Tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZDmGievPHw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZDmGievPHw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116547581742329169?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116547581742329169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incredible Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this family guy clip on how to treat a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcleft.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5" valign="top" width="390"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vctop.gif" height="5" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcright.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="273" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/spiked_player.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/68708/data.xml&amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/68708/Family_Guy_How_to_Treat_Women.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcbot.gif" border="0" height="22" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, couldn't stand not laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT: Watch &lt;a href="http://www.familyguy.com"&gt;family guy&lt;/a&gt;... It's really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now watch this. It's just so incredibly cool! That's why it's under incredible videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcleft.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5" valign="top" width="390"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vctop.gif" height="5" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcright.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="273" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/spiked_player.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/70060/data.xml&amp;amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/70060/Wind_Powered_Vehicle.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.spikedhumor.com/vcbot.gif" border="0" height="22" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how he can harness the wind like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116525144002009698?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116525144002009698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116525144002009698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116525144002009698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116525144002009698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/incredible-videos.html' title='Incredible Videos'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116498561016599177</id><published>2006-12-01T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:06:50.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Himynameisjustin podcasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himynameisjustin podcasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the arrival of the new himynameisjustin podcast! Once I get kick ass mic that can attach to my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one's just a test. I don't know why there's still sound, I didn't even plug in my mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the side bar for more updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116498561016599177?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116498561016599177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116498561016599177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116498561016599177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116498561016599177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/himynameisjustin-podcasts.html' title='Himynameisjustin podcasts'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116495769948917660</id><published>2006-11-30T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:23:38.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, I say unto you, I AM BORED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truly, I say unto you, I AM BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with this 'interesting' idea to kill time while at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search websites using Google and Yahoo with your name. What're the first 3 sites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search yahoo and Google image, with your name. What're the first 3 pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, when I searched, all the results came out about Justin Timberlake...&lt;br /&gt;     Google had:&lt;br /&gt;                 1- &lt;a href="http://www.justintimberlake.com/"&gt;http://www.justintimberlake.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 2-&lt;a href="http://www.justinboots.com/"&gt;http://www.justinboots.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 3-&lt;a href="http://www.links.net/"&gt;http://www.links.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 was quite weird... It's some website selling boots. The frontpage was incredibly brokeback. *shivers with disgust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Google Image had:&lt;br /&gt;                 1:&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cockayne-syndrome.org/images/People/JUSTIN%20Kappe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cockayne-syndrome.org/images/People/JUSTIN%20Kappe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I was quite freaked out myself. Appratently, this individual, Justin Otto suffered from some cockayne syndrome... He lived from 1982-2002...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cannot be shown as it is copyrighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn it! Am I the only normal Justin in this world? This Justin had a harelip since birth, not harmless. Don't worry, there's a good turn out! He had a facelift to correct it. Go check it out if you want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kimiko-usa.com/Laura,%20Kimiko,%20Justin%20in%20hottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kimiko-usa.com/Laura,%20Kimiko,%20Justin%20in%20hottub.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The centre one's Justin. Whoo! Hot chicks alert! Wait, hot chick alert, the asain one's not that nice... Wait, she's asian? Hold on a sec... They're all quite old. Sorry for the hype up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what did Yahoo give me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me the exact same thing... But if I tried Justin Foo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo had:&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/8767944"&gt;A friendster account that belongs to another Justin Foo!&lt;/a&gt;   Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/7248846"&gt;Yet another Justin Foo Friendster user!&lt;/a&gt;   This one's a bit suicidal... (sad)&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;a href="http://justinfoozhikai.podomatic.com/"&gt;A weird podcast site by Justin Foo, not me... Don't wanna be that guy...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo image had:&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/io/ar/0209/justin_200x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/io/ar/0209/justin_200x250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this really Justin Timberlake? Why is he everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gibson.com/whatsnew/pressrelease/2003/images/vfest_foo2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gibson.com/whatsnew/pressrelease/2003/images/vfest_foo2s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some guy on a &lt;a href="http://www.gibson.com/"&gt;Gibson&lt;/a&gt; website. His name's not even Justin, neither is he a Foo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.sunybroome.edu/%7Eeet_dept/116/5/madman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://web.sunybroome.edu/%7Eeet_dept/116/5/madman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently creeping me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. Managed to burn off 40 minutes posting this. Haha, post again some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116495769948917660?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116495769948917660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116495769948917660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116495769948917660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116495769948917660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/truly-i-say-unto-you-i-am-bored.html' title='Truly, I say unto you, I AM BORED!'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116485486531587643</id><published>2006-11-29T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:47:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totally Random&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cracked me up... Old, but it still cracked me up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/927526/gay-spiderman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/122892/gay-spiderman.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really cracked me up was this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/643874/animated201.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/137954/animated201.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cracked me up was this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/431556/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/795873/family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, still can't stop laughing. It must be someone's lost family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is sad, I'm randomly blogging. Again, I need a job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116485486531587643?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116485486531587643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116485486531587643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116485486531587643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116485486531587643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/totally-random.html' title='Totally Random'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116480527572058222</id><published>2006-11-29T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:18:56.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YWAV Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YWAV Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a incredibly short church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI: YWAV stands for Youth With A Vision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly tired out. No prizes on guessing why I'm so tired... I didn't sleep for the last night. I was up all night. Funny thing was that I wasn't a single bit tired till the sun did rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so, but this is odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/613910/DSC00957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/559409/DSC00957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments to Zach for his irresistible pursed lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Zach: If you want me to take this off, tell me, I'll do it right away. I'll be at home for the next 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Abel, totally unaware of me taking his photo. But when I looked at this picture, I was so convinced that he was looking at me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/843281/DSC00958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/537851/DSC00958.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambiguous, no? Thanks Abel for letting me take your picture without your consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. This other picture is the one that really freaked me out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/67716/DSC00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/610743/DSC00222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from under the armpits of Sim Sien Quan, by SQ. She's my chemistry teacher, form teacher, and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;civics and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; education teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the camp.  I found someone  who has the same handphone as I do! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/610433/DSC00952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/189778/DSC00952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks: Marcus Sng for starring in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Look how cool the Sony Ericsson W810i is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really starting to feel drowsy now&lt;/span&gt; even though I have been sleeping for the past 11 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I had flu medication. So if you have read this, stay away from me!!! I'm a gigantic mass of viral infectious cells. Seriously, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, honestly, I'm really bored right now. I need a job. I need a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now, I'm falling asleep on my keyboard. I'd better get to bed before my keyboard gets destroyed by my drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116480527572058222?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116480527572058222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116480527572058222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116480527572058222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116480527572058222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/ywav-camp_29.html' title='YWAV Camp'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116455477451980586</id><published>2006-11-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:11:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money to Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money to Burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today. I know some of your impressions of shopping requires a town environment. No, not me however. I shopped at Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The haven for cheap imitation quality goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're a sucker for originals like I used to be, you can go eat a bar of soap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world would you want to burn hard, cold, sweet smelling cash for some original piece when only a fraction of a hundredth of a fraction of Singapore would even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending on goods that can fool ignorant people that it's original. I spent $75 on one shop. ONE SHOP! If I had unlimited credits and cash, I'd buy the whole rack... Wait, I'd just buy the originals since I can buy them now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've only got $50 for spending. I was given $200.0000000000. Whoa, that's a lot of zeros, unfortunately, the decimal point is still 3 spaces from the front. I need a crumpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the YWAV camp. I can't ensure pictures. There will be if there's something worth to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my eyes are bloodshot, I didn't sleep last night. I had a Haley Joel Osment movie marathon. Sixth Sense, A.I., and finally Secondhand Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blog surfing lately, I find it really childish of bloggers to blog about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HER" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OR&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "HIM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you see thsoe kind of blogs, you can just click the happy little red box with a white cross on the top right of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another type of bloggers that I don't like is the kind that UsE tHeSe TyPe Of LeTtErS... To be perfectly frank, those people should be fff*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, will blog when I get back from camp and have a slumber of 23 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116455477451980586?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116455477451980586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116455477451980586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116455477451980586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116455477451980586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/money-to-burn.html' title='Money to Burn'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116439468060898484</id><published>2006-11-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:03:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The school leaver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The School Leaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, sweet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXAMS ARE FREAKING OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me quite a while to post; couldn't bring myself away from my games to post anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; noticed, I changed my blog address. But don't link me to this page, I want people to go through &lt;a href="http://drummingbeats.blogspot.com"&gt;drummingbeats.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. DON'T LINK THIS WEBSITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently hoping for a job at the American Club, as a waiter. I'll be most probably working the night shift. That is if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan gets me the job!!!&lt;/span&gt; Nathan, you'd better get it done, I'm in desperate need for spending money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I decided to take up an new hobby of taking pictures of cursed human beings who don themselves with neitherworldly fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/687020/DSC00756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/997724/DSC00756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take note of the perpetrator in black bottoms. No, it's not the bag. No, it's not the shoes. It's the bloody skirt, no, pants, no, skirt, no... I don't know what that is! It's taking bell bottoms to another level, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bottoms&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... If you wanna look different, at least look sensible. Doesn't take piece make your ass look big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ass, here's one picture of an ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/455968/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/320/268217/DSC00901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No! You do not wear the strap outside! You do not, you hear me? DO NOT!!! And for god's sake, take your hands out from your pocket! That's not cool, quit the act! Why don't you cease and desist?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, never do that. Never ever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU HEAR ME&lt;/span&gt;? Don't be a stupid person and get yourself blogged about like this poor f**k here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you maybe wondering why I'm so snarky? Cos' this is a picture of a PRC from Scouts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAO~&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough with the bitching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the computer continously for the past week. But when it comes to computers, it gets boring. So I'll spare you the crap and move right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five:&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malaysia with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brothers&lt;/span&gt; for our last ever Scout trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really depressed that Shuqun Scouts are going to close down. Really, really, depressed... So in response, I'll write a short paragraph, dedicated to Scouts. Also including grievances to those who failed to carry on the legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Given birth through the legs of Mother MOE, we were born. No, not through her womb, but out her anus. We were nothing more than shit. No, nothing more. A liability to the school, we shame to the family, an outcast. We were spat on, cussed at, dissed. But then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; came a hope like breath of a dying man on his bed. Mr. Ang, reformed us. We pulled together again, much like the Jews and Isreal however much less impressive. We were given a rebirth, a second chance when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we never really got the first. Again, like Isreal, we flourished, grew, prospered. However, our golden years were measured. Our leader had to leave. We now faced the Gehenna of us all. This wouldn't have happened if the wretched NCC man would have taken over...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Though unable to carry on the legacy left behind, I am thankful that I was a part of the miracle for 4 years. No regrets, no regrets at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me talk a long walk and cry in a ball along the streets for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's things to look forward to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the prospect of having all te things I want after I get my job...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NATHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Furthermore, the merrist season is comming. Moreover, there's next year's trip to Canada that I can't wait for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, more recently, I've just been given 200 SGD for shopping! YAY! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alright... calm down Justin, don't start the bitchiness again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've got the new Plus Forty-Four Album! "When Your Heart Stops Beating" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO GET IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like I have mentioned in my nick, buy 5 of those for yourself, and like 10-30 for your friends and family!&lt;/span&gt; Well, you know, those would be good Christmas Gifts you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you guys seen Jack Hoppus? Mark and Skye Hoppus' 4 year old son? I've just found the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/1600/602348/dad%26kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3883/730/400/908717/dad%26kid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and son, isn't that wonderful? Jack's got Mark's eyes and cheeks. But Skye's hair! I wish the Hoppus family good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Travis? It was his birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget. If you gus are interested in +44 and Mark, listen to the podcasts by Mark. THE MORNING ZOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link &lt;a href="http://www.himynameismark.com"&gt;www.himynameismark.com&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey where do you think I found these kick ass nick names I call myself on msn?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116439468060898484?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116439468060898484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116439468060898484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116439468060898484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116439468060898484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-leaver.html' title='The school leaver.'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35815511.post-116051266257330382</id><published>2006-10-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:03:23.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>himynameisjustin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;himynameisjustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... this is my new blog ad, i'm too tired of editing that last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy took my url, himynameisjustin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's late, i'm just posting this post so i can preview my blog, i'll post more when exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all and good night, or rather, MORNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35815511-116051266257330382?l=himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116051266257330382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35815511&amp;postID=116051266257330382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116051266257330382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35815511/posts/default/116051266257330382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himynameisjustinfoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/himynameisjustin.html' title='himynameisjustin'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KluFi4evYyI/TNiRix0uUhI/AAAAAAAACrs/ALpxVLrSXGo/S220/_DSC1577.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
