<?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-3115274265589161889</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:56:13.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noquoteme</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything that is unrelated to elephants is irrelephant.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2469308489739706512</id><published>2010-05-27T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:04:19.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gi has moved</title><content type='html'>I moved to &lt;a href="http://githio.com/"&gt;http://githio.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2469308489739706512?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2469308489739706512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2469308489739706512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2469308489739706512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2469308489739706512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/gi-has-moved.html' title='Gi has moved'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-973517391287754919</id><published>2010-05-26T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:02:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't get what you deserve, you get what you negotiate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-973517391287754919?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/973517391287754919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=973517391287754919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/973517391287754919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/973517391287754919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-dont-get-what-you-deserve-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2544194891430529038</id><published>2010-05-25T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:48:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another kid's letter of threat</title><content type='html'>I don't know what this girl's reason for running away. Maybe she wanted&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com.sg/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but her parents refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhasinternets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/leaving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://icanhasinternets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/leaving.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/funny-pictures-cat-loled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/funny-pictures-cat-loled.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2544194891430529038?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2544194891430529038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2544194891430529038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2544194891430529038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2544194891430529038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-kids-letter-of-threat.html' title='Another kid&apos;s letter of threat'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7904977433246371782</id><published>2010-05-25T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:56:56.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Disney teach us (click image to enlarge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What Disney princesses teach women about attracting men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/s3Pro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://i.imgur.com/s3Pro.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What Disney princes teach men about attracting women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/s3Pro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/B0taB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i.imgur.com/B0taB.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7904977433246371782?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7904977433246371782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7904977433246371782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7904977433246371782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7904977433246371782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-disney-teach-us-click-image-to.html' title='What Disney teach us (click image to enlarge)'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7343490342540452663</id><published>2010-05-25T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:19:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DriveThru, Fairprice &amp; News Loser</title><content type='html'>What is it about drivethru when you're driving that all of your passengers can order but you? It's like there is a magical force that only the driver can communicate with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Fairprice. I like em. A lot of people don't, I get it. Cuz it's like a big business and it kills the mama shops. But really Fairprice were mama shop at some point and then they got their act together and became great. So.. &lt;br /&gt;You go to mama shop and they close for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;You go there and like "why are you closed today?" &lt;br /&gt;they are like "cuz we're sad"&lt;br /&gt;and you're like "alright alright.. didn't know you can do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fairprice, you can murder the entire staff, it'll be an hour of confusion and they'll be up and running again. That's how great Fairprice is. I like to shop in a place where there is a mass murder, I don't put my stuff back I can just wait it out. These guys are good alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing spree or shopping spree, it's such a thin line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever notice when there is a tragedy, there is always people who feel the need to make it about them somehow even they know they are not associated with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fire in office building, and the people are like "omg that is horrible, I've been to that building before" and I am like -_- you're not....part of it.... that doesn't count. It's like saying "Omg there is an earthquake in Taiwan and I have the first 2 Jay Chou's albums. this is terrible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not part of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7343490342540452663?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7343490342540452663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7343490342540452663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7343490342540452663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7343490342540452663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/drivethru-fairprice-news-loser.html' title='DriveThru, Fairprice &amp; News Loser'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-573138621043773557</id><published>2010-05-24T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:19:08.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Ducking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zs1.smbc-comics.com/comics/20100523.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://zs1.smbc-comics.com/comics/20100523.gif" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-573138621043773557?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/573138621043773557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=573138621043773557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/573138621043773557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/573138621043773557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugly-ducking.html' title='Ugly Ducking'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6491470186441820434</id><published>2010-05-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:17:39.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 years old writes, Nintendo delivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/5lFTN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i.imgur.com/5lFTN.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6491470186441820434?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6491470186441820434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6491470186441820434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6491470186441820434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6491470186441820434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/11-years-old-writes-nintendo-delivers.html' title='11 years old writes, Nintendo delivers'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-884598460601246889</id><published>2010-05-24T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:57:31.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness off the chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xayni.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Kitten_stretching.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://www.xayni.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Kitten_stretching.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-884598460601246889?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/884598460601246889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=884598460601246889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/884598460601246889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/884598460601246889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuteness-off-chart.html' title='Cuteness off the chart'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6805465111885133709</id><published>2010-05-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:33:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Sister</title><content type='html'>As eldest korkor, I managed my younger bro so he doesn't do wrong thing, generally. Now he's ok and going to NTU. So he's adult now and I can concentrate on what I am doing. Wrong. Now comes my teenage sister who came here under influenced of my parents to get a degree. But her mind is always thinking about modelling. She had been on the look out for "opportunities" since coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I caught her emailing someone who claimed as a freelance photographer. WTF? Ok calm down. He was like booking a date to shoot my sister. As a caring kor, I asked what that was all about and I completely didn't understand what she was explaining. She said she was just expanding her "portfolio" and he was also doing the same. No money involved. And she seems to avoid the conversation and left the room. It's very suspicious but I hesitated to interfere cuz I thought I should support her ambition. But then I thought her mission coming here was to get a degree or modelling contract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled modelling scam and not surprisingly I get many hits. Right now she must have the delusions that she gonna get some nice "shoots" with that freelance guy and hit it off to the runway. Like I have no more worries struggling with what I am doing and has to be the neighbourhoodwatch for my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6805465111885133709?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6805465111885133709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6805465111885133709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6805465111885133709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6805465111885133709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/teenage-sister.html' title='Teenage Sister'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4990511389523635858</id><published>2010-05-22T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:45:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>The oil will not run out. It's not because we have a lot of it, not because we gonna build a bizillion windmills. It's because thousands of years ago, people invented ideas, they had ideas, innovations, technology, and the stone age ended. Not because we ran out of stones. It's ideas, innovations and technology that will end the age of oil long before we run out it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4990511389523635858?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4990511389523635858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4990511389523635858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4990511389523635858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4990511389523635858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7124074768274582622</id><published>2010-05-21T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:37:01.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Y's Green Demands for the Workplace | Buildings | GreenBiz.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenbiz.com/news/2010/05/19/gen-y-green-demands-workplace?page=0%2C1"&gt;Gen Y&amp;#39;s Green Demands for the Workplace | Buildings | GreenBiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, I wonder if we Gen Y is a little unrealistic with our demands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7124074768274582622?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.greenbiz.com/news/2010/05/19/gen-y-green-demands-workplace?page=0%2C1' title='Gen Y&apos;s Green Demands for the Workplace | Buildings | GreenBiz.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7124074768274582622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7124074768274582622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7124074768274582622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7124074768274582622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/gen-ys-green-demands-for-workplace.html' title='Gen Y&apos;s Green Demands for the Workplace | Buildings | GreenBiz.com'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-1064194855254711635</id><published>2010-05-21T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:17:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to sleep now. Then something struck me. Why I gotta close my eyes when I want to sleep? You might think this is an idiotic questions but that's me, I just have the tendency to be an idiot and think about stuff. So Einstein googled it and found there are also many people think I'm an idiot and I'm not alone looking at the amount of hits. So I read bla bla bla the people said the common sense things like sleep is for resting, closing eyes is to prevent dryness, and people retalite with another question; how do you not close eyes when sleeping? I know I haven't found my answer yet so I look much deeper. I want a scientific explanation. Then I read about Rapid Eye Movement (REM). I come across this term before somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REM is a stage of sleeping in which during this cycle the heartbeat increases, breathing becomes shallow, eyes move rapidly, muscles are relaxed, and dreams are most vivid. Brain waves resemble those during waking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why sometimes I seem to be able to look while eyes are closed. It's like I'm wearing those virtual 3D goggles. And I seem to be in control too, that's why the brainwaves&lt;br /&gt;resemble those during waking. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops apparently I haven't got my answers to why eyes must be shut while sleeping. Maybe because I want to experience that REM. Or maybe because sleeping with eyes open is a neurogical disorder. Does that scare you yet? So go to sleep cuz it's 2 am. Yes I'm a nerd, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1064194855254711635?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1064194855254711635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1064194855254711635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1064194855254711635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1064194855254711635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-about-to-sleep-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7897319429382907712</id><published>2010-05-18T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:59:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimped out, Descent and Spiderman</title><content type='html'>You guys tell me if this is wrong or mean or not. Sometimes I go to the handicap bathroom cuz...there are....more room you know. Well ok, that's not the bad part. One time a lady came after me in a wheelchair and I opened the door and saw she was waiting, I totally gimped out of there. Is that wrong? I thought....that was......the right thing to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I gotta get in better shape. I mean my body is awful. It's just....I mean..cuz..the middle of me is fat and I have skinny arms so it doesn't match. If I was a jigsaw puzzle you'll be like "they give you the wrong pieces to the puzzle. I don't even know, do you got the receipt...still? Cuz uh...That's not gonna...fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I got from my Chinese family descent, I got like fat and slant eyes. That's all they gave me. My slant eyes look like I'm sleeping. Like God was gonna make me a sleeping handsomeness (sleeping beauty male version) and he was like nevermind and he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spiderman is born in New York huh, the place where he got tall buildings to swing from. Can you imagine if he lived out here? Just a guy running along Orchard Road in singlet, shorts and slippers. Shooting silly strings at Merlion, buses, HDBs and stuff. Nobody to save. Just at the kopitiam by the end of the night, talking s*** about how he could have been huge and you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. My spider sense is tingling, oop nevermind just a mosquito bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7897319429382907712?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7897319429382907712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7897319429382907712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7897319429382907712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7897319429382907712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/gimped-out-descent-and-spiderman.html' title='Gimped out, Descent and Spiderman'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4377609586506861128</id><published>2010-05-17T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:30:08.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My experience so far as entrepreneur</title><content type='html'>It was right after examination that I made some calls hoping to land part time job but ended up working for myself. What do I do, I churn data for my client. I can't say more, legal thing, non-disclosure. How much money I earn, I'm paid per data, alone I can churn more or less per day depending on the depth of the research, the deeper the lesser. Per week I can look at $500 approximately. Alright, the money is alright, better than working part time, 9-5, travelling etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here comes the downside, since it's pretty much performance based remuneration, I have to work a lot to get a lot. No pain no gain eh. Start at 10am end at 10pm, sometimes longer if deadline is near. And I have no weekends, public holidays whatsoever. I was working last last Saturday and Sunday too. No insurance, no healthcare, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why my entrepreneur class has so little people in it. It takes a lot to be your own boss. Gotta learn how to have no work/life balance when you start. Every time I see people say they wanna be billionaire, I can't help but to judge them. I remember my dad's words when I was naive like that. He said, "Kerja, jangan lihat gaji dulu, kerja yang bener. Gaji datang sendiri." I translate, "Work, don't look at the salary first, work right. Salary will follow on its own." So true. He's speaking from experience, he only had O level when he joined his company as a mailboy (last time no email) then worked his way to top management level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this may not be what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to do bigger than this heh. But this serves as an&amp;nbsp;appetizer to that. Wow, it means more work no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4377609586506861128?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4377609586506861128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4377609586506861128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4377609586506861128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4377609586506861128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-experience-so-far-as-entrepreneur.html' title='My experience so far as entrepreneur'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-1517018428411813103</id><published>2010-05-16T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:06:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats v Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/misscellania/catsvsdogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/misscellania/catsvsdogs.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1517018428411813103?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1517018428411813103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1517018428411813103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1517018428411813103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1517018428411813103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/cats-v-dogs.html' title='Cats v Dogs'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6053560157276396319</id><published>2010-05-16T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:42:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding kids, Einstein and Slang</title><content type='html'>A kid lost a balloon and cried. Adult said, "Why are you crying? It's just a balloon, we'll get you another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't think adults try hard enough to understand what a kid is going through. If you wanna relate to what he's going through, imagine you pull your wallet out and it starts floating away. &lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;"Why are you acting like that? It's just a wallet, we'll get you another one." "NOOOOOOOO I WANT THAT ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Einstein is a genius. But why when people call you Einstein means you're stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come dinosaurs don't talk? Because they are dead, Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say LOL when you mean hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say OMG, say it to G, don't say it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6053560157276396319?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6053560157276396319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6053560157276396319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6053560157276396319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6053560157276396319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/understanding-kids-einstein-and-slang.html' title='Understanding kids, Einstein and Slang'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-9189296321864410498</id><published>2010-05-15T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:52:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much pun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S-42Z1Bl2jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rTRuwTqwGCQ/s1600/2010-05-15_134132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S-42Z1Bl2jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rTRuwTqwGCQ/s400/2010-05-15_134132.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-9189296321864410498?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9189296321864410498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=9189296321864410498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9189296321864410498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9189296321864410498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-pun.html' title='So much pun'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S-42Z1Bl2jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rTRuwTqwGCQ/s72-c/2010-05-15_134132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2835160068850371473</id><published>2010-05-15T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:04:46.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Sweeney has "The Talk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/JuliaSweeney_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JuliaSweeney-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=856&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=julia_sweeney_has_the_talk;year=2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=whipsmart_comedy;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;theme=master_storytellers;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2010;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/JuliaSweeney_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JuliaSweeney-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=856&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=julia_sweeney_has_the_talk;year=2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=whipsmart_comedy;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;theme=master_storytellers;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2010;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her best efforts, comedian Julia Sweeney is forced to tell a little white lie when her 8-year-old begins learning about frog reproduction -- and starts to ask some very smart questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny. Not exactly how I learnt about reproduction cuz mine was through awkward encounters :X. Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2835160068850371473?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2835160068850371473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2835160068850371473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2835160068850371473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2835160068850371473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/julia-sweeney-has-talk.html' title='Julia Sweeney has &quot;The Talk&quot;'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6813474199541159916</id><published>2010-05-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:50:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Textbooks vs Students. Both suck.</title><content type='html'>Try to really recall something that you love, a movie, book, song etc. And you recommended it wholeheartedly to someone you also liked. You anticipated the reaction, you waited for it and it came back and the person hated it. So to begin this post, that is the exact same state which people who have written textbooks spent every working day since forever(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell a product to a market that doesn't want it but is forced by law to buy it. I mean that's a losing proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think we as students are crappy too. Here's 5 symptoms students show in classroom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of initiative (after lessons, we don't revise and research)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lack of perseverance &lt;br /&gt;3. Lack of retention (we just eat and vomit, wholesale)&lt;br /&gt;4. Aversion to word problems (confusing, impatient)&lt;br /&gt;5. Eagerness for formula (impatient, just wanna solve quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Milch think we should stop watching television like sitcom etc, cuz it shapes the brain in such a way that we expect simple problem, impatient with irresolution. You are impatient with problems that don't resolve quickly, you expect sitcom-size problem that wrapped up in 22 minutes, 3 commercial breaks and a laughter. I will assume you know that not all problems are resolved that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we hate textbooks, so we gotta find ourselves another way to kill those 5 symptoms mentioned above. They come preinstalled in us from day 1 we become students -_-. Dan Mayer says maybe these tips will help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Use multimedia (confirm after lesson also will talk about it cuz the lesson is like in the iPhone!? just example)&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk about it, have a conversation around it. Use your intuition. Cuz talking about it will generate more specific questions and that will help to solve problems.&lt;br /&gt;3. Build the problem, solution is less important cuz no single best solution. By building, you become more curious and persevere and likely to remember. Patient problem solving and reasoning. Einstein said formulating problem is more essential than the solution.&lt;br /&gt;4. Expect less help from your teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, students must do your part, be responsible with your learning. If you screw up, you screw up your educators also. Because they are going to retire in a world that is run by us. Don't think they don't care about you. They don't want to do bad things to their own future and well-being, right? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6813474199541159916?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6813474199541159916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6813474199541159916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6813474199541159916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6813474199541159916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/textbooks-vs-students-both-suck.html' title='Textbooks vs Students. Both suck.'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2837513413004095198</id><published>2010-05-14T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:40:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at yourself after watching this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&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/3115274265589161889-2837513413004095198?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2837513413004095198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2837513413004095198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2837513413004095198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2837513413004095198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-at-yourself-after-watching-this.html' title='Look at yourself after watching this'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7260560884544045974</id><published>2010-05-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:54:48.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water vs Coke Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; WATER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #1.   75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. &lt;br /&gt;(Likely applies to half the world population) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#2.     In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak &lt;br /&gt; that it is mistaken for hunger. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs &lt;br /&gt; for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of &lt;br /&gt; Washington study. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#5.     Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of &lt;br /&gt;   water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain &lt;br /&gt; for up to 80% of sufferers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term &lt;br /&gt;   memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on &lt;br /&gt; the computer screen or on a printed page. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#8..   Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of &lt;br /&gt;colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast &lt;br /&gt; cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop &lt;br /&gt; bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water &lt;br /&gt; you should drink every day? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; COKE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; #1. In many states the highway patrol carries &lt;br /&gt;   two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from &lt;br /&gt; the highway after a car accident. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #2.     You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke &lt;br /&gt; and it will be gone in two days. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#3.    To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the &lt;br /&gt; toilet bowl and let the 'real thing' sit for one hour, &lt;br /&gt; then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes &lt;br /&gt; stains from vitreous china. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: &lt;br /&gt;   Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds &lt;br /&gt; Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour &lt;br /&gt;  a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble &lt;br /&gt; away the corrosion. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola &lt;br /&gt; to the rusted bolt for several minutes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into &lt;br /&gt;the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. &lt;br /&gt; Thirty minutes before ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix &lt;br /&gt; with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #8... To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke &lt;br /&gt;into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run &lt;br /&gt;through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen &lt;br /&gt; grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your &lt;br /&gt; windshield. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; FOR YOUR INFORMATION: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; #1     the active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. &lt;br /&gt; It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric &lt;br /&gt; acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major &lt;br /&gt; contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; #2.   To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the &lt;br /&gt; commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place &lt;br /&gt; cards reserved for highly corrosive materials. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; #3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean &lt;br /&gt;engines of the trucks for about 20 years!           &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the question is, would you like a glass of water? &lt;br /&gt;or Coke INCLUDING DIET COKE? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: My inbox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7260560884544045974?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7260560884544045974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7260560884544045974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7260560884544045974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7260560884544045974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-vs-coke-facts.html' title='Water vs Coke Facts'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3985998278077830657</id><published>2010-05-13T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:51:11.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, I can relate to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedoghousediaries.com/comics/uncategorized/2010-05-12-0da0002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://www.thedoghousediaries.com/comics/uncategorized/2010-05-12-0da0002.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedoghousediaries.com/"&gt;http://www.thedoghousediaries.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3985998278077830657?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3985998278077830657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3985998278077830657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3985998278077830657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3985998278077830657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/yup-i-can-relate-to-this.html' title='Yup, I can relate to this'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2046903819468519557</id><published>2010-05-13T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:23:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size is in the eye of the beholder, or not</title><content type='html'>Big tummy is unattractive they say. Big car is cool they say. Who are they to say that? We pay too much mind on how people perceive us. But whatever I say, sadly that's how the world works. We depend very much on how others see us to make us feel good. Consider these 2 scenarios: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought condoms at the Watson where the condoms were behind the counter so you can't see them. When I ask the person behind the counter, he didn't even look and said in recommendation, "How about these?" They were triple extra large. And I got kinda nervous and I said in agreement, "Yeah those!" Now, have I been in the department store and he brought out some triple X sweaters, I would have said, "Oh no sir, these are 3 sizes too big!" But for some reason in the earlier scenario I said, "Yeah! Those will fit!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How complex. We just become delusional. Crap, can't we just be honest for ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I can't cross out condoms from my things-to-get list, but I can cross out trash bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2046903819468519557?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2046903819468519557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2046903819468519557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2046903819468519557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2046903819468519557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/size-is-in-eye-of-beholder-or-not.html' title='Size is in the eye of the beholder, or not'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5680469282091953254</id><published>2010-05-12T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:49:38.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Zap Mosquitoes: Zap Malaria dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="326" width="446"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/NathanMyhrvold_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/NathanMyhrvold-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=853&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=nathan_myhrvold_could_this_laser_zap_malaria;year=2010;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;theme=tales_of_invention;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;event=TED2010;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/NathanMyhrvold_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/NathanMyhrvold-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=853&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=nathan_myhrvold_could_this_laser_zap_malaria;year=2010;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;theme=tales_of_invention;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;event=TED2010;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Myhrvold and team's latest inventions -- as brilliant as they are bold -- remind us that the world needs wild creativity to tackle big problems like malaria. And just as that idea sinks in, he rolls out a live demo of a new, mosquito-zapping gizmo you have to see to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5680469282091953254?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5680469282091953254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5680469282091953254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5680469282091953254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5680469282091953254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/laser-zap-mosquitoes-zap-malaria-dead.html' title='Laser Zap Mosquitoes: Zap Malaria dead'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7546587206204532666</id><published>2010-05-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:20:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light weight and Body parts</title><content type='html'>I'm such a lightweight. When locals see visitors like me, they play fear factor with me with alcohol like "drink it", "chuck it", "slam it" and I'm like "I can't, it'll hurt". "I'm not beng like you". I know I look like a midfielder but inside I'm all cheerleader. I'm not burly I'm girly. Like if I was strangling you, you'd be like "ahhh, your hands are so soft". You would not want to get into a fight with me, because what if I win? You'd be like getting eaten by a panda bear. Like "Omg, I'm being eaten but this is adorable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to me, "hey listen to your heart", and I said "whoa buddy, the heart doesn't talk. No body parts talk just wanna let you know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No body parts talk, I think they should though. Cuz I wanna hear the stories my body parts tell me. Like "hey, I'm Gary, I'm your gallbladder, I hate myself, everytime I wake up in the morning..anyway, someone pls just cut me out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey i'm James, (insert name)'s uterus, what am i doing here?! btw (insert name) got a secret".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7546587206204532666?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7546587206204532666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7546587206204532666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7546587206204532666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7546587206204532666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/light-weight-and-body-parts.html' title='Light weight and Body parts'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-536158309103557123</id><published>2010-05-09T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:37:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Silly Things Facebook Taught Me About Social Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8739" height="153" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fb-lead.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an early adopter of Facebook, I’ve been able to see the ups and  downs of Mark Zuckerberg’s creation. Fortunately, through all of it,  I’ve learned quite a few things along the way. Some of these insights  are more disturbing than others, while others just make no sense  whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;So let’s get the &lt;em&gt;obvious&lt;/em&gt; stuff out of the way first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;1. Everyone Loves Farms (and Gangsters)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8722" height="233" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fb-farm-mafia.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words “farm” and “gangster” could never appear in the same  sentence, until now. For some amazing reason, people like to build farms  and waste people — who’d of thought that? Furthermore, who would have  thought that so many people would have been interested in it as well?  With all that time spent playing these games, surely people must be  unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;2. But It's Okay To Be Unproductive&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8730" height="233" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fb-fb.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why work when you can play on Facebook all day instead? That’s what  most people are supposedly doing on the job anyways. If they don’t have a  job at a desk with a computer hooked up to the Internet, they have a  job at a local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble with a smart phone and are always  “poking” their Facebook friends while they should be sorting magazines  (true story). It’s unbelievable, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;3. Bashing Employers Online: Not So Smart&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8728" height="253" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fb-trashtalk.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something that I can expect to see on Facebook when I  check it near the end of the day, it is that there is going to be  someone on there complaining about their job or their boss. This has  traditionally been done with coworkers or friends while talking (yeah,  some people still do that), and it doesn’t leave a trace of evidence.  Facebook, on the other hand, leaves a trace of everything you do on the  site, and considering Facebook’s constant changes to the privacy policy,  those complaints might be broadcasting to the world, or to a friend of  your boss, or who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;4. Privacy Is Pointless&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8763" height="368" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fbprivacy.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of privacy: it pretty much doesn’t exist on Facebook — to  assume otherwise would be crazy. Posting pictures of you in bars  being wild is probably not too smart. A simple solution is to think of  Facebook like Twitter: assume everything is being broadcast to the  world. It makes you safer and it makes Facebook feel better because that  is exactly what the company wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;5. User Experience Has No Meaning&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8701" height="265" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fbteachings-design.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as MySpace, even to this day, has an interface that I can’t even  be bothered to deal with, Facebook has been changing around their  interface so much that it makes it nearly impossible to get comfortable.  But what is worse is that each change seems to be a step backwards. For  example, notice how the notifications bar has moved to the top of the  page? If you are scrolled down even the slightest bit, the notifications  disappear, and I’ve gone hours not knowing I’ve had a new notification  simply because I nudged the page down a bit too far. It’s ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;6. A Boyfriend/Girlfriend Is A Click Away!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8724" height="133" src="http://cdn.techi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/fb-ads-combined.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to see the advertising that appears on Facebook, you  just might have noticed the nearly endless supply of “boyfriend” or  “girlfriend” wanted advertising that appears in the sidebar. I have seen  far too many these advertisements (Facebook knows me far too well),  with some of them being borderline nudity. Then again, perhaps Facebook  is a great place to start building an intimate relationship from. Well,  maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-536158309103557123?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/536158309103557123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=536158309103557123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/536158309103557123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/536158309103557123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-silly-things-facebook-taught-me-about.html' title='6 Silly Things Facebook Taught Me About Social Networking'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4601126147478100831</id><published>2010-05-09T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:32:22.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, this is what you're actually reading</title><content type='html'>Women’s magazines can often be tasteless, or even completely cheesy  and inane when it comes to content. They make a living off of giving out  &lt;em&gt;terrible&lt;/em&gt; “man advice” to the women who will read them — from  ridiculously broad generalizations about his personality to dim-witted  methods for getting him to marry you. We’re not saying women’s magazines  are the only culprit here; men’s magazines do their share too. But  today, we’re focusing on 15 examples of the worst man advice that you  can get from any of dozens of women’s magazines on the shelves today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-95260"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Body Language Decoder&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95262" height="334" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/011.jpg" title="01" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glenburrows.com/Images/New%20site%20images/JULY%202007%20update/Men%27s%20Health/Men%27s%20Health-012.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Body Language Decoder is usually a cute little  chart with a sleek design in which you’ll find pictures of men and a  summary of what that look they’re wearing &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; means. These  sections will go into excruciating detail of how a certain type of  smirk, depending on how much lip is upturned can tell you about what the  man wants or feels. If he’s sort of smirking, then he only wants to get  in your pants. Oh, and that other smirk means he’s really sweet and  shy. If you start to stare at a guy’s face for too long in an attempt to  decipher what his body language means, exactly, then you deserve to be  taken advantage of. Just use common sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Don’t Tell Him How  You Feel About His Family&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95263" height="306" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/021.jpg" title="02" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techschmeck.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/l-630-532-8599f4e6-45ae-43bc-89bf-ed7b13777203.jpeg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently, if you tell him how you really feel about  his family, he’ll be so offended and it will give him a reason to leave  you. Whether or not he’s a Mommy’s Boy, it’s better to be honest with  him about his family. If you’re hoping for some kind of long term  relationship, holding back on something like that will inevitably  backfire one day, whether it’s one or ten years down the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You’re  Just Not That Into Him If…&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95264" height="287" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/031.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.egotvonline.com/files/2009/12/bored-woman.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;According to your average woman’s magazine, you’re “not  that into him” if it doesn’t bother you when he goes out without you —  among other ridiculous tips. If you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; bothered that he wants  to go out with his friends for a drink and a game, you need to knock it  down a few notches. It’s a good thing when two people in a relationship  have their own groups of friends and hobbies. Being attached at the hip  isn’t always healthy. Another one on the list: You’re just not that into  him if you don’t think about him every second that you’re apart.  Seriously? Not healthy, again. Especially if you’re in a long term  relationship; after the “honeymoon” phase, it’s completely normal. We  have a feeling that a few women dumped their guys after reading that  advice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Show More Skin&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95265" height="318" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/041.jpg" title="04" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/11/article-1242198-07CFA7A3000005DC-740_306x509.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/11/article-1242198-07D0E83C000005DC-274_306x569.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many sources drag on about how males are visual  creatures, but sometimes women go too far — and their magazines don’t do  anything to discourage it. “Show more skin,” is a common tip in women’s  magazines, aimed at those females looking for advice in a column called  “How to Get Hit On All the Time!” For one, these women above, in the  picture, are insane. Walking around in 23 degree Fahrenheit weather,  with snow, in heels and tube dresses just looks stupid, desperate, and  trashy. There are ways to look hot in a flattering wool peacoat and warm  hat. It’s way classier — and sexier to boot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Who Makes the  First Move&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95266" height="223" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/051.jpg" title="05" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/jillian-harris-jason-mesnick-photo.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even magazines tend to contradict themselves when it  comes to this one, and really, since there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; no right answer,  they shouldn’t try. What bothers us is that they build whole arguments,  and articles, on one method: Be aggressive or be shy. There is no  either/or when it comes to interacting with men. You can’t just pick one  and expect success. By the end, in one case your man would have to do  all the work, and in the other you’d just look like a crazy woman. It’s  all about balance in &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; life, not black and white blanket  statements.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Single-Girl Things to do Before You Marry&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95267" height="272" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/061.jpg" title="06" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.static.tsavo.com/wordpress/uploads/2009/12/067.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most women’s magazines get behind their readers to  lift them up and motivate them to be strong, powerful women, right? Part  of the “girl power” shenanigans they want women to follow includes  feeling free-spirited and single. After reading up on it, we’re  surprised most women don’t step back and realize that it’s all a bit…  Well, &lt;em&gt;loose&lt;/em&gt;: “Date a guy that’s totally wrong for you because  he has nice abs,” “spend an embarrassing amount of money on a handbag,”  “master the vibrator.” You don’t have to go trouncing around town,  acting irresponsible, just because you’re single.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;He’ll Fall  Out of Love If…&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95268" height="300" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/071.jpg" title="Revolutionary Road" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.publicradio.org/content/2009/01/08/20090108_shannon_xxl.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweeping generalizations aren’t becoming of women’s  magazines, but they push forward anyway. We kid you not, we found &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt;  examples of articles explaining how to get a man to fall in love with  you — including specific actions to take. Not only that but we found a  list of what makes men fall &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; of love, including “you  never fight.” If you don’t fight, he’ll fall out of love? What, because  it’s too perfect? It’s possible that some people work out their issues  before getting to the point of fighting, and it’s a bit intense to  assume everyone resolves disputes in the same way. Since those writers  don’t believe in that, they’ll simply encourage women to fight with  their man to keep his love!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Don’t Tell Him What You Spent Your  Money On&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95269" height="319" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/081.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/01/29/article-1131165-0322880E000005DC-944_468x490.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We’re sure men don’t want to know about every detail  of your shopping spree — the new colors of your eyeshadow and that crazy  witch that bought the last pair of cute heels in your size. We actually  found an article advising &lt;em&gt;against&lt;/em&gt; letting him know,  completely, what you spent the money on. At least let him know you went  shopping, spent X amount, and give a general breakdown so it’s not a  surprise when he sees the credit card bill. Financial problems can be  the root of a lot of stress in a relationship, and encouraging women to  hide their money habits is just a bad idea all around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;One  Night Stands Aren’t &lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt; Bad&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95270" height="364" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/091.jpg" title="09" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/03/15/article-1162248-03EAF5E2000005DC-77_468x469.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously. One anonymous women’s magazine writer went  on to describe how she thinks one night stands aren’t so bad after all.  Her reasoning was behind some flimsy “research study” stating that  casual sex didn’t have any different effect on emotions than sex with a  committed partner did. We call BS on that one, because tons of drunken  casual sex &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; be emotionally changing, and not to mention,  dangerous. STDs and waking up feeling like scum aren’t really ideal.  Especially if you’re trying to land that man of your dreams for the long  haul, jumping in bed with him right away won’t exactly show him you  respect yourself, so why should he respect you?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;em&gt;If He  Says He’s Close to His Family, He’s a Good Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95271" height="260" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/101.jpg" title="10" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Godfather-movie-09.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship with family is high up on the  list for many women when it comes to selecting a mate, and women’s  magazines list it as a definite good sign of character if a man says  he’s close to his family. First of all, by now, would you think that  guys are smart enough to know the right things to say to get into your  pants? And let’s not forget the chance that his family may not be the  kind you want him to be close with, a la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Godfather&lt;/em&gt;.  It’d be a good idea to judge him over time on many things, and this is  one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Flirting with Other Guys is Okay&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95272" height="224" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/111.jpg" title="11" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashion-res.com/EX/10-08-09/how-to-stop-your-boyfriend-flirting-with.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, it’s only &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; flirting! It’s good  for you, right? Your guy won’t care, right? Well, until there’s some  solid evidence for the positive health qualities of flirting with &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt;  men, the jury’s still out here. Depending on your relationship — hey,  it’s your business — it could either be disastrous or not such a big  deal. Just don’t take a magazine’s word for it, only you can know what  will fly in your relationship, though we vote for flirting with &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;  guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Rules of Engagement&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95273" height="266" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/12.jpg" title="12" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lbeventcouture.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/istock_000004220482large.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, Rules of Engagement: In which you use trickery to  get your man to propose to you. Apparently, if your boyfriend hasn’t  asked you to marry him after being with you for a year, you have to  shake things up. How? Play hard to get, be mysterious, disappear for a  weekend. If that doesn’t work? Ask him what his intentions are. If he  says he won’t marry you, leave. If he says he will someday, ask him how  long until he proposes. If none of that works, set an ultimatum. Now,  all of those things are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; ways to go about the subject of  getting engaged, let alone being Rules of Engagement. You’ll probably  just end up driving your man away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Why Guys Marry Some Girls  (But Not Others)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95274" height="235" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/131.jpg" title="13" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2009/0903/jilted_bride_0309.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our answer? Because he likes her better than you.  Reasons we’ve seen women’s magazines give: She’s exciting, she really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;  loves sex, and she makes it clear he’s not her entire life. Well, those  can add up to him liking her better then you, but for a woman to aspire  to be those things seems pretty shallow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You Know What Kind of  Man He is By How Vocal He Gets in Bed&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95275" height="300" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/141.jpg" title="14" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zastavki.com/pictures/1024x768/Men__001032_1.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is just ridiculous. Listed are the various  levels of how vocal a guy can get — anywhere from grunting like a  caveman to yelling obscenities. From there they take it to the extreme:  analyzing each different type of vocal style, and attempting to make a  connection to &lt;em&gt;what type of person your guy is&lt;/em&gt;. Superloud  moaner? Yeah, that means he’s just into himself and so loud that he’ll  forget about your pleasure altogether. Give us a break, people do a lot  of things that aren’t characteristic to their everyday personality while  doing the nasty, so this advice is moot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Four Words Can  Cheatproof His Love&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-95276" height="303" src="http://cdn.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/151.jpg" title="15" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkFIPLIOGL8/SIoHpqopE0I/AAAAAAAAQLo/4YNzUwZVEfc/s400/spraying2.jpg"&gt;Image  Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let’s be honest: If he’s going to cheat, he will  cheat. Saying a few words won’t fix that if his mind is set. What are  the four magic words you need to say to your man to keep him from  cheating? “You are so hot.” Sure, reassuring your guy he’s hot is great  and all for his confidence, but don’t just say it to &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; it, or  because you think it will stop him from cheating. If you’re insincere,  he’ll see through it and be more likely to leave your ass anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Magazines for Women" height="640" src="http://imgur.com/ELeIn.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part Cosmo, one part Vogue, one part Glamour, mix with  two parts “Hate yourself and your body”, and VOILA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4601126147478100831?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4601126147478100831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4601126147478100831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4601126147478100831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4601126147478100831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladies-this-is-what-youre-actually.html' title='Ladies, this is what you&apos;re actually reading'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6270717375656958813</id><published>2010-05-04T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:35:47.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin Yu Chun  林育群  - Taiwan's Singing Sensation！The Ellen DeGeneres Show...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUjuSfIUL9g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUjuSfIUL9g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked by Ellen on how to deal with bullies, Lin Yu Chun replied, "There is a reason for everybody's existence in this world, be confident, the best way to get back to them is to be more successful than they  are". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.cute-factor.com/images/smilies/onion/064.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6270717375656958813?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6270717375656958813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6270717375656958813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6270717375656958813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6270717375656958813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/lin-yu-chun-taiwans-singing.html' title='Lin Yu Chun  林育群  - Taiwan&apos;s Singing Sensation！The Ellen DeGeneres Show...'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-1751394010486505668</id><published>2010-05-04T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:02:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video games, Green, Fake Pregnancy, I know how to Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mario"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/50/NES_Super_Mario_Bros.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hard to come up with video game ideas. Like in the 80's, probably there were these two Japanese dudes and they're like OK, here is a sweet game idea! You're an Italian dude. You get huge on mushroom. You punch bricks until coins fly out of them. And the whole point of this is to keep a dinosaur from raping the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies use "going green" as an excuse to cut cost. Like they tell you to get e-bill to save the trees from being cut and porridged to be paper. It's like Hotel saying "in order to do our part for the environment, we have stopped air conditioning the lobby" weeeeeeeeeeeeee. Corporate social responsibility is bs, it got nothing to do with business, in fact, it is not a person so you should not mind it. Corporate stakeholder responsibility ftw, eg. environmental group. See what I did there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls can fake pregnancies to save a relationship. That's crazy. So unfair! It's more unfair than it is crazy. I demand emancipation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest thing to fake pregnancy for dudes is ________i dono. Lemme know if ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girls are notorious with faking. Fake eyelashes, fake nails, fake boobs, etc etc. How come they say &lt;a href="http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-everybody-almost-always-cannot.html"&gt;men are biggest liar&lt;/a&gt;????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in the kitchen like a top chef thinking to myself, pui I can make something up. People who say they don't know how to cook is like saying they don't know how to read. It's like 2 tablespoon of sugar... OMG IT'S SO COMPLEX, I WISH I KNOW HOW TO COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People laughed at me when I said I made dinner last night. "Pui, didn't know you can cook." That's lotsa things I can uh... read. I donwwanna brag but uh if it's in English, I can probably tackle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe a sign of taking things  for granted. We don't know how to take care of ourselves. We think we can just pay someone else to do it. Someone else's job. Pick up the phone and like "I'm hungry, can you help me?". Wow, you probably use the carpark with the wheelchair sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1751394010486505668?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1751394010486505668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1751394010486505668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1751394010486505668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1751394010486505668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/video-games-green-fake-pregnancy.html' title='Video games, Green, Fake Pregnancy, I know how to Cook'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4880795104214500917</id><published>2010-05-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:11:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I told you to shut down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S97-nZKn8wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LGvfCNMpkVE/s1600/2010-05-04_004801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S97-nZKn8wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LGvfCNMpkVE/s320/2010-05-04_004801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fig. 1. I have clearly established my intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S97-rYRsbGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AR4FibxjRZY/s1600/2010-05-04_004908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S97-rYRsbGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AR4FibxjRZY/s320/2010-05-04_004908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fig. 2. You  are just out to annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4880795104214500917?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4880795104214500917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4880795104214500917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4880795104214500917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4880795104214500917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-thought-i-told-you-to-shut-down.html' title='I thought I told you to shut down'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S97-nZKn8wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LGvfCNMpkVE/s72-c/2010-05-04_004801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2968359460862592647</id><published>2010-05-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:18:46.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy note, lighter note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129169053672915750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129169053672915750.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chzsomuchpun.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129165230717269812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://chzsomuchpun.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129165230717269812.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2968359460862592647?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2968359460862592647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2968359460862592647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2968359460862592647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2968359460862592647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/heavy-note-lighter-note.html' title='Heavy note, lighter note'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8154960544186584552</id><published>2010-05-02T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:59:31.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 ways to spend money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVqlA7ddjC0/SmX-XPj_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xY2BvUY9N9E/s1600/4-Ways-to-Spend-Money-from-Milton-Friedman%27s-Book-Free-to-Choose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVqlA7ddjC0/SmX-XPj_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xY2BvUY9N9E/s400/4-Ways-to-Spend-Money-from-Milton-Friedman%27s-Book-Free-to-Choose.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book &lt;i&gt;Free to Choose&lt;/i&gt;, Milton Friedman described four ways to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;You spend your own money on yourself&lt;/b&gt; - You shop in a supermarket, for example. You clearly have a strong incentive both to economize and to get as much value as you can for each dollar you do spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;You spend your own money on someone else&lt;/b&gt; - You shop for Christmas or birthday presents. You have the same incentive to economize as in the first case but not the same incentive to get full value for your money, at least as judged by the tastes of the recipient. You will, of course, want to get something the recipient will like—provided that it also makes the right impression and does not take too much time and effort. (If, indeed, your main objective were to enable the recipient to get as much value as possible per dollar, you would give him cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;You spend someone else's money on yourself&lt;/b&gt; - lunching on an expense account, for instance. You have no strong incentive to keep down the cost of the lunch, but you do have a strong incentive to get your money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;You spend someone else's money on someone else&lt;/b&gt; - You are paying for someone else's lunch out of an expense account. You have little incentive either to economize or to try to get your guest the lunch that he will value most highly. However, if you are having lunch with him, so that the lunch is a mixture of case 3 and case 4, you do have a strong incentive to satisfy your own tastes at the sacrifice of his, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All welfare programs fall into either case 3—for example, Social Security which involves cash payments that the recipient is free to spend as he may wish; or case 4—for example, public housing; except that even case 4 programs share one feature of case 3, namely, that the bureaucrats administering the program partake of the lunch; and all case 3 programs have bureaucrats among their recipients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8154960544186584552?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8154960544186584552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8154960544186584552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8154960544186584552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8154960544186584552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-ways-to-spend-money.html' title='4 ways to spend money'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EVqlA7ddjC0/SmX-XPj_arI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xY2BvUY9N9E/s72-c/4-Ways-to-Spend-Money-from-Milton-Friedman%27s-Book-Free-to-Choose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2882715324574724632</id><published>2010-04-30T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:34:25.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Key</title><content type='html'>Have you guys got so depressed in front of your computer that you stared at your keyboard? And you stared at that "Escape" key? And you were like "Why doesn't this button just do what it says?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2882715324574724632?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2882715324574724632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2882715324574724632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2882715324574724632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2882715324574724632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-key.html' title='Escape Key'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3893557284320887794</id><published>2010-04-27T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:03:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’re Not a Pice of Poo Mommy</title><content type='html'>I know when I was younger I too would leave apology notes for my mother after I threw a tantrum. Fresh from the argument I would be sitting in the corner on timeout and it would inevitably hit me that without my mom I wouldn’t have Egg Rolls and Pineapple Tarts to munch on after school….and who would bring my Milo and orange slices to the soccer games. I realized quickly that I need my mother…she’s no “pice of poo.” I must admit though, Karah’s note is one of the most inspired I’ve ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith that Karah will grow up to be a good little girl though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhasinternets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/notes8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://icanhasinternets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/notes8.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3893557284320887794?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3893557284320887794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3893557284320887794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3893557284320887794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3893557284320887794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-not-pice-of-poo-mommy.html' title='You’re Not a Pice of Poo Mommy'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5490172172369184432</id><published>2010-04-25T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:10:01.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Argue With Females</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; It's a &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;comedy&lt;/b&gt; article by Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Allied Invasion. The Trojan Horse. The Divine Plan. The following strategy puts them all to shame because it defines how to finally defeat the great beast of society: women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing with girls, like yoga, is a meaningless and inane exercise. A lot of guys hate doing it, most notably because it never seems like we can win. But you can win. Here's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 1. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Abandon all logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls don't use it, and you certainly shouldn't allow it to handicap you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 2. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If you believe strongly in something, do NOT give in to any aspect of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise is useless against girls, because they will rationalize that if they can get you to concede to one element, they can get you to quit on the whole f****** Periodic Table. (Nothing like a little chemistry humor, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 3. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't be afraid to take cheap shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever argue with a girl about something and they randomly insult you with something that has no relevance to the argument? That's their way of trying to wear you down and push you off-topic. Fight fire with fire, I say. Tell her she has a fat a**, small boobs, an ugly face, disorienting facial hair, unwieldy hips, and is a genuinely awful person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 4. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cite precedent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls have no concept of historical factors relating to the current situation. Most girls reading this just went over &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;amp;postID=5490172172369184432"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=precedent"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; to see what "precedent" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 5. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Interrupt her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her talk. Girls hate that like they hate other girls. It's hilarious, too. They get all frazzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 6. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't take her seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at every point she deems serious in nature. Fart, if possible. Derail her emotional train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 7. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If the argument escalates, cut off all communication with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl can't find you, she can't continue arguing about bullshit. Change your phone number, relocate, and get a name change if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 8. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't be fooled by "Let's stop arguing please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's their way of making you let your guard down, so they can swoop in after you're worn down. Instead, say something like "Yeah, all this being right is exhausting for me." Pisses them off. Just trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 9. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Compare her unfavorably with another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially effective if the comparison is with a girl that they simply abhor. Tell her something like, "Lisa is so much more compassionate than you." Girls hate other girls, like a deer hates a shotgun. And how do you take down a deer? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 10. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't be intimidated by the water works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's their ultimate contingency, knowing that guys can't deal with a crying girl. Stay strong, don't let yourself get emotional, just think of something funny. Replay scenes from "Office Space" in your head if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 11. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bust out, "I don't feel like fighting. I've proven my point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stop. Leave the argument. It pisses them off because a guy's natural reaction is to resolve, whereas a girl's is to continue forever and ever until the end of time until they hear that they are right. If a guy decides that he is right and won't budge, their whole concept of male-female relations is shot to shit. Again, mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 12. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ask her if she's on the rag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 13. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When all else fails, tell her she's just like her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an ace-in-the-hole and will emotionally cripple her to such a degree she may even forget her whole argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, girls are the less intelligent of the genders. All throughout history men have out-thought, out-invented, and out-created women in every facet of existence. Isn't it about time we won an argument for once? Gentlemen, that time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commentary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... I don't know what to say... I'm speechless. I have observed the general way that men act today - like little tools ready to do or say anything just to get laid. And women therefore view themselves as a prize to be won and chased after. Which is ridiculous. They are no more naturally incredible than men are.&lt;br /&gt;You are the first person I've ever seen to unapologetically refuse to surrender to the bullshit. In a brotherly fashion, I love you. Tears of joy almost streamed down my face at various times while reading this article.&lt;br /&gt;If more men had the courage to stand up to the totalitarian social environment we live in (and refuse to let their hormones dictate their actions), we might have a brighter world for us all. The accuracy of the article is endorsed not just by the men who have deeply related to it, but more so by the overwhelming response from women who are offended. And, of course, they reply with illogical personal attacks that are irrelevant and unimpressive.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... seriously... you just made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5490172172369184432?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5490172172369184432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5490172172369184432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5490172172369184432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5490172172369184432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-argue-with-females.html' title='How to Argue With Females'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4758710715467730251</id><published>2010-04-25T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:44:25.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Head Games and The Sensitive Men</title><content type='html'>I consider this a gem of sorts---it's been on the Internet for a while now, and there's a great deal of truth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, Head Games, and The Sensitive Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By BusterB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again: modern women don't want a sensitive man. Traditional women didn't want him either. If you become a classic "new age" sensitive man, you'll invite scorn from both sides of the female spectrum. As much as women may say that they are looking for sensitive men, they act in exactly the opposite way: as though they are looking for insensitive men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed... I mean, really sat down and thought about how women react to emotional situations versus how women expect men to react to those same situations? Women judge the reasonableness of their own reactions based on how they feel; they judge the reasonableness of men's reactions on how those reactions make women feel. An angry woman will rant and rave and do her best to make her man feel bad. She calls this, "Getting [her] point across." That same woman will expect her man to keep a level head and watch what he says when he's angry so as not to upset her. If he says things to make her feel bad, then suddenly he has done something far worse than what she did in the first place to provoke his anger, and it is he who must apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life hung around with or dated a woman who didn't play head games on mates or prospective mates, although I've been out with only a few women who would admit to it. A woman will often tell her man that she doesn't love him, that he doesn't love her, that he never listens to her, or that she has done something outrageously stupid, all just to get him going. What she says doesn't have to be true; it doesn't even have to resemble the truth, and in fact it's better if it doesn't. A woman will bluff her way through something like this until he buys into what she is saying, at which point she will giggle and tell him that she was fooling, or add insult to injury by getting angry at him for believing such a thing of her. Women call this "teasing" and they love it. I used to be bewildered by this teasing, but recently the penny dropped. Now I understand it. Now it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this teasing is women testing their men and preparing them to react properly in emotional situations. By "properly" I don't mean that she is teaching him to defend himself, or follow his own moral compass. She is not helping him to get in touch with himself. Quite the opposite, she is trying to find out just exactly how out of touch he is with himself, and help that along if possible. She wants to know where his breaking point is, so that she can use that information to control him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "teasing," she is sowing confusion, seeing how much emotional battering he can take before he snaps, and finding the hot buttons that make him feel guilty and apologetic. All three of these things help map the territory for her, and tell her how to manipulate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teasing" teaches a man not to trust his mate and, ultimately, not to trust his own feelings. She tells him that she mistakenly threw out his paycheque. His gut reaction is that this is a joke. She couldn't possibly have done anything so stupid. As she continues to insist that she did, and chides him for leaving it on a pile with the newspapers, he is torn between believing his wife and believing in his wife's intelligence. Finally, he caves in to the repeated assurances and gets angry, at which point she tells him that she was only joking, and gets angry at him for believing that she could be so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has now taught him that he can't trust his own feelings. He knew in the beginning that it was a joke, but she convinced him that he was wrong, then turned the tables on him and blamed him for believing her. If she repeats this process often enough he will become completely confused and rely on only her to tell him what is right and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also determined just how long it takes him to cave in and simply believe whatever she says, no matter how outrageous. She has tested his boundaries to see how self-assured he is. The quicker he acquiesces the better, as it means that he is easier to control. She can encourage this by repeating this exercise over and over, causing him to simply accept whatever she says is the truth sooner and sooner each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in the process of blaming him for the whole event, she may have come across one or two hot buttons that will cause him to break down, feel guilty, and apologize. These can be anything from calling him a certain name, to shouting, to crying. She will remember these for use later when the two of them get into an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that this is over the top, consider how a woman would react to the same sort of "teasing" coming from a man. He tells her that he accidentally released her pet bird and it escaped out the window. At first she doesn't believe that he could be so stupid. (In the case of American women, they might skip this step due to their extremely low opinion of men.) After his repeated assurances, she gradually comes to accept the truth until she is finally in tears. At this point he brightens up and tells her that he is kidding and that the bird has flown into the den and is hiding behind the TV. He then explodes at her for having such a low opinion of him that she believed in his feigned stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a word for this in Western society: it's called "emotional abuse." We call it "abuse" because the intent is clear: to sow confusion and doubt in the person being "teased" until they no longer trust their own feelings or judgement. Notice, however, that it's called "emotional abuse" only when visited by a man upon a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim that the motivation and methods involved in "emotional abuse" of women by men and "teasing" of men by women are exactly the same. To illustrate this, let's look at how women eventually use the information they gain through "teasing" and the conditioning that they instill in their mates through "teasing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoroughly teased man no longer trusts his own feelings. He doesn't dare trust them. He has learned that to trust his own feelings means that he often has to accuse his wife of lying to him through a perfectly straight face. If it turns out that he is right and she is fooling him, then all is well, but if his feelings are wrong and she is not fooling him, she will make him wish he had never been born. In short, teasing dramatically raises the stakes for the man. Trusting his own feelings becomes an extremely risky endeavour, so he doesn't bother. He trusts hers instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman who teases her man mercilessly knows how long it will take him to cave in and believe whatever she says. She can use this to decide whether it is worth her trouble to talk to him and discuss her point of view or simply bulldoze him into agreeing with her. While men place a strong emphasis on reasoning and discussing options, women are primarily interested in simply winning the argument. Knowing his limit helps her make a more informed choice about which tactic is more likely to achieve the desired result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how long it will take him to get angry. This is perhaps the most important side-effect, as it tells her how far she can go in using him as an emotional punching bag when she's having a bad day. Women who are having bad days typically smile at everyone around them then come home and take it out on their mates. Women rarely if ever feel guilty about stomping around the house and yelling because they're in a bad mood. Their earlier experiments with teasing and mercurial emotions tell them how far they can push their mate before he snaps and gets angry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also knows how to make him feel shameful and repentant. She will use this at every opportunity to turn the tide in arguments that are not going her way. Again, women place little emphasis on reasoning and discussion. To a woman an argument is a fight to the finish, and whoever wins, by whatever tactic, is the winner. Add to this the fact that women win arguments not by reason but by gaining emotional superiority, and one can easily see where the knowledge gained from "teasing" comes in handy. One day, if she really does mistakenly throw out his paycheque, she will use the knowledge that she has gained over the years to make him feel that it was his fault, and he should apologize to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent teasing by women establishes them as emotionally superior, and sets them up to win every argument that they have with their man in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent teasing also affects men: it reduces their emotional security and increases their confusion and emotional pain, just as constantly prodding a caged animal with a stick reduces its sense of security and increases its confusion and pain. Most men cope with this by feeling less. Given a choice between "stuffing" their feelings and feeling anger and resentment toward their chosen mates, men usually choose to "stuff" their feelings. In this sense, women work to make their men less sensitive, not more sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to pull this off, women need insensitive men. A truly sensitive man, who was also sensitive to his own suffering, would become angry with his mate for his mistreatment. Only an insensitive man could tolerate women's emotional terrorism and continue functioning as if nothing were wrong. If a man starts off somewhat sensitive, his mate can and often will discourage his sensitivity with teasing, mercurial emotions, or plain unreasonable behaviour backed up by repeated assertions that she's done nothing wrong. All of these things have the same effect: they help turn him into the very same insensitive clod about which women complain endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're a truly sensitive man you can look forward to a lifetime of rejection as women discover that when they cut you, you bleed. Blood—even emotional blood—makes women feel bad, so they move on and look for someone with thicker skin. Thin-skinned, sensitive men make lousy emotional punching bags on bad days. They can't be bludgeoned into acquiescence during arguments because they feel the guilt and shame too readily and break down too easily. They can't be told that black is white and white is black because they're paying attention. They're not as easy to manipulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you manage to become that peculiar kind of "sensitive man" who doesn't feel anything other than what his mate wants, you'll still lose out. Even if you manage to attune your sensitivity to her and only her needs, you will still likely be too sensitive. You will become too compliant. You will be too easy to manipulate, and she will lose interest. Most men think that they want a young, vapid, voluptuous nymphomaniac, but when a man finds one, he quickly becomes bored and leaves her. Men think that they want sexy, easy women, but in the end such women present no challenges and no opportunity to grow and learn. Similarly, most women think that they want caring, sensitive men, but when a woman finds one, she quickly becomes bored with him. She thinks that she wants a man who is kind, gentle, and agreeable, but in the end such men present no challenges and no opportunity to grow and learn. So she dumps him for a "real man" who won't pay her too much attention as she fumes and stomps about the house. She wants him to finally break down and give in, but she doesn't want it to be too easy. It's more fun that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4758710715467730251?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4758710715467730251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4758710715467730251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4758710715467730251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4758710715467730251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/women-head-games-and-sensitive-men.html' title='Women, Head Games and The Sensitive Men'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8424066474874611522</id><published>2010-04-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:14:11.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation from relationship breakup</title><content type='html'>Adapted from a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the worst thing is about breaking up with someone you've been with for a while?  Well I do.  It's explaining why you broke up to all your friends. So repetitive. The temptation to distort the truth is high when you reached the fifteenth friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you decide to change yourself based on the experience with a girl because you kind of realize, after a while, that the whole reason you were with the chick in the first place was so you could be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first breakup I've had in a long time where not one body part or object of any kind was damaged in any way.  This is "a sign of the maturation process." Anyway, my laptop screen is still in its original frame, so it's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how in the hell people even bother to get divorced.  I mean, breaking up is a real pain in the a**.  There's a ton of arguing and a whole bunch of yelling, but to do that on such a macro scale... You really have to be dedicated as hell to getting the f*** out of someone's life to get a divorce.  There are lawyers and all these associated costs and I just don't think there's any way I could want out of a relationship that badly.  I think I'm actually too lazy to go through the process.  Of course, I'm not a money-hungry chick so motivation may be playing a role here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: we live and we learn.  And maybe we use clichés.  Because in the end, we are who we are.  And we are people who use tautologies.  And maybe there is someone out there for all of us to love for the rest of our lives.  But, and this is far more likely, maybe there's not.  And in case the latter is true, then I highly recommend a good diet, steady workout regimen, and lots of sun.  Because if you're not gonna find someone who will love you forever, you can eat least find someone who's way hotter than your ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, since logic and fluidity are busy eating ice cream straight from the carton, I leave you with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, look on the bright side:  you lasted nine months with a chick and you didn't knock her up or get married in Orchard.  That's a win for you, man.  Complete victory."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8424066474874611522?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8424066474874611522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8424066474874611522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8424066474874611522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8424066474874611522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/observation-from-relationship-breakup.html' title='Observation from relationship breakup'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-1764914804545859847</id><published>2010-04-23T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:26:38.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair Advantage?</title><content type='html'>How to use your boobs to get ahead in life: &lt;a href="http://www.pointsincase.com/articles/girls-breast-friends"&gt;http://www.pointsincase.com/articles/girls-breast-friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1764914804545859847?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1764914804545859847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1764914804545859847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1764914804545859847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1764914804545859847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/unfair-advantage.html' title='Unfair Advantage?'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-627250625100149439</id><published>2010-04-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:22:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Break It, You Buy It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If a business posts one of those signs saying “you break it, you buy it,” then “are you legally obligated to buy something because you broke it.”?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; First, there’s no statute on the books declaring “you break it, you buy it” to be the law of the land. Without a statute, the signs could only be enforceable under common law doctrines of either contract or tort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Some people argue that the “you break it” signs create a contract with every customer who enters the store. But it is often difficult to prove the validity of so-called “unilateral contracts”--that is, contracts proposed by one party without explicit agreement by the other party. The conduct on the part of the accepting party has to be an unequivocal acceptance of the terms proposed. &lt;br /&gt;It seems very unlikely that a court would agree that when a customer enters a store he or she implicitly agrees to every proposition posted on the store walls. What if the store posted a sign saying “You Look At It, You Buy It?”  Would a court enforce that as a valid contract?  I doubt it; otherwise a lot more people would go into retail. &lt;br /&gt;And besides, a valid contract has to be based on some exchange of value--what the law calls “consideration,” and it’s hard to find any consideration coming from the store in return for the “you break it, you buy it” agreement.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;But this is not to say that you can go ahead and break it. If you accidentally break something in a store, the question of whether and how much you owe the store will be determined by the law of negligence, which, like contract law, differs from country to country.  &lt;br /&gt;Generally, under negligence law, the key question is whether you acted carelessly in a situation where the law assumes that you had a duty to act carefully. Court would hold that a store customer has a duty to take care not to cause damage that is “reasonably foreseeable.” So, if you can’t resist the urge to juggle those priceless eggs in the antiques store, you’re probably violating your duty of care.  And if the eggs break, a court would likely hold you liable for damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; The store itself might have been negligent by failing to take reasonable steps to prevent breakage--maybe they placed their goods in a precarious position, or they left tripping hazards on the floor.  Under a doctrine known as “comparative negligence,” a court might apportion liability between the customer and the store according to their respective degrees of fault.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; And even if the customer is 100 percent at fault, it’s far from certain that a court would require him or her to pay the full retail price of the item. In negligence cases, courts generally attempt to put the victim in the position he or she was in just before the accident. In other words, the customer might have to reimburse the store for its cost to re-stock the broken item, but that would usually be the wholesale, not the retail price. It is possible, however, that for a rare or irreplaceable item, the customer could be on the hook for more, but it would depend on the circumstances of the breakage and the law of the state where the accident took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you might be looking forward to having a spirited debate with a store owner regarding the enforceability of their “you break it, you buy it” signs. But when you think about it, isn’t it better to avoid the issue altogether?  Just be really careful when browsing, and consider asking the sales assistant to get that nice piece of egg off the shelf for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source: my law textbook and a legal lad from QaTD;Freedman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-627250625100149439?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/627250625100149439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=627250625100149439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/627250625100149439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/627250625100149439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-break-it-you-buy-it.html' title='&quot;You Break It, You Buy It&quot;'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4495462354212973306</id><published>2010-04-21T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:11:57.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusional? You judge.</title><content type='html'>My perspective on the following issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You think foreigners are invading your country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should invade their countries. Seems to me that you are staying here and complaining about it. I mean improve yourself to be better than them is a more useful decision to approach this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny that locals seem to feel challenged by outsiders, do you think foreigners aren't challenged by moving in to a foreign land? You're all the same. Both gotta find the additional points to show what you can offer to your employers. You guys have huggings to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indecisiveness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh it's a big turn off ain't it? When you find yourself indecisive making small decisions, you're gonna be equally indecisive for the big boy decision, heck, for the rest of your life. Be a "YES Man" or "NO Man", don't be "on the fence man". Think about choosing what to eat for lunch, are you decisive here? Fortunately you can improve. Here's a tip; don't shy away from responsibility. Train it. I'm training it, are you game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Play safe, go with majority"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- if you like/love to do something but the society is laughing at what you're doing, I say continue. I will also encourage you to get even better at what you're doing. Call me when you have built competence and skills that people don't have as much. We can go for a drink and celebrate that people are trying to follow what you're doing. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think billiard. Don't be the coloured/striped balls. Be the white ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I have Facebook 9182376045 friends"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate social networking "friends" with your friends. Common misconception; the more friends you have, the cooler you look. My friends probably can be counted with my fingers. But their networth is greater than your networks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen to feedback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we neglect this and we go to defensive mode when we receive negative feedback. Here comes the nagging........ I think you know what to do with the negatives. Here's what we often forget to do, the positives. You forget to confirm it! For example, I am good at excel. I confirm it by working as Data Entry Clerk and yes my boss likes me and becomes one of my networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment intelligently and note what you're good at and not good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Note: I'm better than yourself to give yourself advice. You're better than myself to give me advice. Take it like a man (or woman).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4495462354212973306?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4495462354212973306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4495462354212973306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4495462354212973306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4495462354212973306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/delusional-you-judge.html' title='Delusional? You judge.'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8674310908899842065</id><published>2010-04-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:13:14.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Randi's fiery takedown of psychic fraud - James Randi (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/JamesRandi_2007-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JamesRandi-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=835&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=james_randi;year=2007;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=master_storytellers;theme=new_on_ted_com;event=TED2007;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/JamesRandi_2007-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JamesRandi-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=835&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=james_randi;year=2007;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=master_storytellers;theme=new_on_ted_com;event=TED2007;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary skeptic James Randi takes a fatal dose of homeopathic sleeping pills onstage, kicking off a searing 18-minute indictment of irrational beliefs. He throws out a challenge to the world's psychics: Prove what you do is real, and I'll give you a million dollars. (No takers yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this old man. &lt;br /&gt;His work is not only brilliant and much needed, but also entertaining to the highest degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8674310908899842065?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8674310908899842065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8674310908899842065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8674310908899842065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8674310908899842065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/james-randis-fiery-takedown-of-psychic.html' title='James Randi&apos;s fiery takedown of psychic fraud - James Randi (2007)'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4122405331528773702</id><published>2010-04-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:49:38.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession, Conversation and Ice breaker.</title><content type='html'>This sounds awful but I'm kinda enjoying the recession. I mean I haven't got a job. Now I have people to hang out with. It's great, it's really nice. It's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna come to my party?" &lt;br /&gt;"When's your party?" &lt;br /&gt;"Wednesday morning. Keep up with my life? Get involved!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk to strangers very much although strangers always have the candies. Kinda hard to start a conversation you know. Some people would be talking to strangers like where do you from, what do you do. I think those questions kinda invasive especially in this economic times. I don't wanna get into a troubling situation. Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Hey what do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "I don't really do anything right now. I thought I'm just gonna come out and forget about my troubles for the evening but ah..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Alright...... where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "I'm actually between homes right now. I thought I made it clear that perhaps talking about what's going on in my life is the ideal..."&lt;br /&gt;A: ".......Nice shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;B: "It's the only one I have, thanks a lot buddy, I don't ..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "What do you gay?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "Gotta do something to pay the bill! Please, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok imagine I'm in secondary school and there is ice breaking exercise. Then there is this girl sharing her biggest accomplishment. "My biggest accomplishment is having my 1 year old baby. He is the light of my life!". Then everyone is like aww, ooh, ahh. Then it comes to my turn and I said, "Well uhh my biggest accomplishment is... uhh not having a 1 year old baby? That's gotta be my top 5."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4122405331528773702?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4122405331528773702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4122405331528773702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4122405331528773702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4122405331528773702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/recession-conversation-and-ice-breaker.html' title='Recession, Conversation and Ice breaker.'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7305118528579102110</id><published>2010-04-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:52:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are like Drunks</title><content type='html'>Kids are like little drunk people. They are loud, they don't wanna listen, and they never understand when there's a time to go home. I saw parents at dentist on Sunday morning talking to their kids saying the same thing that I was saying to my drunk friends Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get up of the floor!" &lt;br /&gt;"Stop! No! Pull your pants up!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop crying! Right now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7305118528579102110?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7305118528579102110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7305118528579102110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7305118528579102110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7305118528579102110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/kids-are-like-drunks.html' title='Kids are like Drunks'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-9090464239848893748</id><published>2010-04-17T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:43:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big wake up call</title><content type='html'>Alex Jones undertakes a psychological experiment that proves dangerous in more than one sense. While the public is caught up in the hype and promotion of the new iPad, it is clear once again that technology has captured our humanity-- our worth has been caught up in baubles, and we are dangerously close to caring more about our gadgets than our family and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, Alex daringly "tortures" the new toy being pushed by corporate elite to control the masses. He attempts to find out-- or at least raise the question-- as to whether humanity will concern itself with more with the senseless destruction of a computer than it does with the torture and senseless killing of more than a million Iraqis (to put forward one example) along with countless others across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyEhWeAseSo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyEhWeAseSo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this is a big wake up call for me. I have been a tactless insensitive human being. For that I apologize. I saw the news about this and yes I ignored it, I don't know why, perhaps I felt that I had no power to do nothing about it. I guess now this view has changed, I can do something about it, which is to CARE. Perhaps alone I cannot change the world, but I forgot about the power of 'spreading'. I could have done something like Mr. Jones did, spur people to think and create a movement there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to Kareen when she mentioned about someone she knew committed suicide. I shouldn't have said I didn't care. I finally understand why she was depressed over it. I'm sorry I have been an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeks can care about science and tech &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; also the real world problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-9090464239848893748?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9090464239848893748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=9090464239848893748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9090464239848893748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9090464239848893748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/alex-jones-undertakes-psychological.html' title='A big wake up call'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2783807343375012982</id><published>2010-04-14T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:23:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic food is overrated</title><content type='html'>I'm not prioritizing my eating habit on whether the food is organic and I'm not gonna pay premium price for organic food. I like my genetically engineered food. It's better than the herbal cure craze the public is having. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember polio? It's gone, someone found the vaccine. Oh yeah parents nowadays don't want their kids near drugs if they aren't sick. Good luck with your kids not getting the infectious paralyzing disease. Why people think altering molecules in a specific but not haphazard way is a trespassing of what nature is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public's growing fear on such unfounded reason (placebo effect). Don't deny science. Science is a process of experimenting and making life better as a result. I like science, I like my food &lt;b&gt;enriched&lt;/b&gt; okay. I like my body immunized. I like to be cured by scientifically proven sh**. Don't you wanna? Or you want some shaman like back in the tribal age to cure you with spells and perform dancing to call for rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, organic food is like what cavemen back in the day eaten. Are we "progressing" as a human being?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2783807343375012982?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2783807343375012982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2783807343375012982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2783807343375012982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2783807343375012982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/organic-food-is-overrated.html' title='Organic food is overrated'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8201980695201013453</id><published>2010-04-13T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:08:28.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a machine be conscious?</title><content type='html'>Machines can perform complex tasks, but does this mean they are conscious entities? I mean machine can &lt;strike&gt;feel&lt;/strike&gt; detect motion/heat/sound etc now. Turns out, we can actually already create human brain. We can in fact create real humans. But it's another problem, we have too many humans in some places, why would we create fake ones? It makes more sense to create machines that are way better in doing a specific task and not worry about creating machines that are capable of doing any tasks. Why would we want to make a mechanical replacement for humans? That's why I don't understand why would you want to give robots' right? I wouldn't want to give my toaster the right to vote, because it would vote for bagels and I like toasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8201980695201013453?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8201980695201013453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8201980695201013453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8201980695201013453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8201980695201013453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-machine-be-conscious.html' title='Can a machine be conscious?'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8638029765184365392</id><published>2010-04-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:01:30.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FW: FW: FW: Creative Writing Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://208.116.9.205/10/content/22193/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="3840" src="http://208.116.9.205/10/content/22193/1.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8638029765184365392?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8638029765184365392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8638029765184365392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8638029765184365392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8638029765184365392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/fw-fw-fw-creative-writing-assignment.html' title='FW: FW: FW: Creative Writing Assignment'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6888907145472704349</id><published>2010-04-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:19:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, Air Travel and Gym</title><content type='html'>-_- story. Ok this person Josh is working as a teacher in childcare centre, then when people hear that, they wanna ask questions; "Josh, have you ever had work specific training on appropriate touching in a preschool environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, it's like asking the firemen if they have training on how to put out fire. The funny part is, Josh answered, "No actually I haven't, but fortunately I have the sixth sense for how to not molest children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably time to book air tickets for me now, semester is ending. I've never flown first class. Hmm what if I book a first class ticket? The flight attendants probably would keep asking me "Is there anything else we can do for you?" Hmm I don't even know what that means, I'm not usually up here. What are my boundaries? Can I have my haircut? Can you explain the Lord of the Rings to me? Can we fly somewhere else, I love Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get healthier, I joined a gym. There is like 50% fit people and 50% fat people. The funny thing is overtime, the fit people I see is the same faces a lot, but the fat people; whole new crew every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I heard, I have only been there once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6888907145472704349?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6888907145472704349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6888907145472704349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6888907145472704349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6888907145472704349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/kids-air-travel-and-gym.html' title='Kids, Air Travel and Gym'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-7914586311201943921</id><published>2010-04-12T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:22:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What always frustrates you about technology in general?</title><content type='html'>I think people make new devices in such a way as to make them obsolete very quickly. Sometimes I want to punch people who make technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-7914586311201943921?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/7914586311201943921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=7914586311201943921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7914586311201943921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/7914586311201943921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-always-frustrates-you-about.html' title='What always frustrates you about technology in general?'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-1540193789055267150</id><published>2010-04-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:06:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>Why is Hairspray a 'musical'? It feels like Bollywood with the constant dancing and singing. Why is Bollywood not called as 'musical' too? I mean there is some connotation to Bollywood as if it is the poor cousin of Hollywood, while 'musical' sounded higher class whose performance is worthy to be in Broadway. What if the casts were the Shahrukh Khan, Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai and the likes? Is it still 'musical' or Bollywood now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1540193789055267150?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1540193789055267150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1540193789055267150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1540193789055267150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1540193789055267150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-9100462408245217393</id><published>2010-04-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:58:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace your GF's gay BFF</title><content type='html'>Copy from a friend's blog (KC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how good advice always sounds like the complete opposite of what you'd expect? Like when you have a leg cramp, you're supposed to walk it off. If you're hungover, drink more! Or when a wolf is chasing you, don't run (they'll chase you even more—then you'll be tired while you're getting eaten). And when you finally get a girlfriend, let her hang out with another dude. That's right, encourage her to spend lots of time with another blue-blooded male. Just make sure he's gayer than Elton John at a Macy's Pink Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Don't fight this, bro. Can I call you 'bro'? You're gonna LOVE hanging out with my girlfriend. She's like another gay dude without all the drama." Now, you should know that not all gay dudes are wimpy. When you get older and grayer (like me) your friends start coming out of the closet. Some of them are obvious, and then some make you ask, "No shit... you're gay? You like banging dudes? I had no idea. Well, let's get a drink."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some guys, desiring to make out with another dude with a five-o'clock shadow comes with an added bonus: interest in women's shoes, fashion, shopping, dancing, and talking about babies/puppies/kitties. And since I wasn't born with the hopes of someday sitting in a champagne-filled hot tub with the male cast from Twilight, and I'd rather stay at home playing video games than shop, dance, or talk, that's where the Gay BFF comes in. And in truth, I'd rather stay at home playing video games than just about anything—but that's another story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some fellows who swing the other way really enjoy talking, shopping...and dancing. I'll dance, but only if the girl really deserves it. Or if I'm at a wedding or a prom or something. I never want to go out just to dance. If I'm going out, I want to drink, throw some darts, and watch alligators eat ducklings. I sure as fucking hell don't want to attend Girl's Night Out. But, the GBFF may take that bullet for you. The point of the Gay BFF is to get him to do all the shit you don't want to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gay dudes aren't just there to get you out of shit you don't want to do. They're also perfect spies. Instead of being that poor schmuck who sits in Forever 21 holding his girlfriend's purse saying, "Yeah, I think the red one matches your eyes. Your ass looks fat in both of those headbands. My mom will probably think you're less of a loud-mouthed whore if you wear that shirt to our next family dinner," get her new Gay BFF to do that annoying shit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Gay BFF also (generally) has more to offer in the "new addition" conversations chicks love to have. Here are examples of my speaking skills:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;GF: Beth got a new kitten today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC: Wow. That sucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;GF: Laura is pregnant! Isn't that exciting!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC: Wow. That sucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;GF: My mom bought a new puppy today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC: Oh yeah, what kind?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;GF: A Cheeky! It's a Yorkie and a Chihuahua mix.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC: Does it do anything like fight or fetch or hump legs?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;GF: No. It's just super-cute.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC: Wow. That sucks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you're new to the girl scene, you'll know that chicks love to talk. About the dumbest shit. I can hold movie conversations, but unless the movie involves ninjas, motorcycles, explosions, or monkeys, I don't really care. Except for the Scott Pilgrim movie, which has a few of the above necessities? My friends and I will mull over whether Michael Cera was the right choice for the title character or if Ramona Flowers is hot enough in "real life" (a big maybe for both). But otherwise, I don't really give a shit about movies/celebrities/TV shows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But gay dudes aren't just there to get you out of shit you don't want to do. They're also perfect spies. Your girlfriend tells her Gay BFF shit she'd never tell you, and then the homosexual guy will relay that to you. "She hates it when you throw beer cans at the TV every time somebody on Battlestar Galactica says 'Frak.'" "She'll blow you more if you buy different boots." "She'll think about a girl-girl-midget-you foursome if you think about watching Gilmore Gossip Glee with her."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, the mutual hanging out your GF and her Gay BFF do together is its own reward. But you're a thoughtful guy. Forget your girlfriend. She sucks. Buy the GBFF something to show your appreciation for doing all the crap you don't like to do; remember, it could be YOU attending that bridal shower. Maybe it's a t-shirt, a case of beer (gay guys are guys too), or roadkill squirrel in a paper bag. Just show him you're glad he's there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then, when your girlfriend finally dumps you because you don't pay enough attention to her, who cares? Stay friends with the gay dude. Not only has he bailed you out of boring shit, he'll also know a ton of chicks who hate their boyfriends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note 1: Not all gay guys want to do this type of shit. Some of them are genuinely happy to hang with your girlfriend; other dudes light in the loafers would rather hammer nails with their dongs than shop, dance, or talk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note 2: Surprisingly, it doesn't work the other way around. If your girlfriend has a lesbian friend, there's a high chance she doesn't want to join your poker game, Molotov cocktails throwing contest, or porn exchange. But, you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-9100462408245217393?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9100462408245217393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=9100462408245217393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9100462408245217393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9100462408245217393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/embrace-your-gfs-gay-bff.html' title='Embrace your GF&apos;s gay BFF'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4907510380620035415</id><published>2010-04-09T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:02:04.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up your addictions</title><content type='html'>Keep drinking, don't ever give up your addictions. It's a waste of time man. All it does is you just channel it to other addictions, that's all what happens.&amp;nbsp;There's&amp;nbsp;something wrong with you no matter what you do, you can't just fix it just by quitting and stuff. It just channels to other directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? I became an exercise maniac right? Hahahahahaha. No.&lt;br /&gt;Workaholic. Hahahaha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hobby is flower arrangement and barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4907510380620035415?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4907510380620035415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4907510380620035415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4907510380620035415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4907510380620035415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-give-up-your-addictions.html' title='Don&apos;t give up your addictions'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-9075151235570399129</id><published>2010-04-09T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:50:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears, Birth control &amp; Weddings</title><content type='html'>Ergh WIL1 done and now must find the will to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those stuffed bears for valentine or anniversary, they have like messages on their tummy "I can't &lt;i&gt;bear&lt;/i&gt; to be without you" or "You're my &lt;i&gt;Honey&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another idea, how about a break up bear like "You're un&lt;i&gt;bear&lt;/i&gt;able" or "Let's put this relationship on &lt;i&gt;Paws&lt;/i&gt;". Or just keep it direct "I wanna date other &lt;i&gt;bears&lt;/i&gt;, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build-a-Bear workshop never will employ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, I have a chicks repellent; it's my personality. Ah that can be a new birth control for the ladies. It will work out, it's &lt;strike&gt;90%&lt;/strike&gt; 100% effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know in India, the girl's side will pay for the wedding expenses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Singapore, marriage is great but I don't like wedding because .. I don't know, I'm a guy. Because I will be paying for it and it costs 30k at least on my own money, right? 30k for one day; that's craaaaaaaazy. Do you know how many cool stuff we can do with 30 grand in one day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can wallpaper our new HDB with iPads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S76_PduANII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lFFBaxYsxx4/s1600/2010-04-09_134552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S76_PduANII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lFFBaxYsxx4/s320/2010-04-09_134552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can buy above of the ground swimming pool and a seal. Teach it to hi-five "Arp arp". I'm just saying it's way better than wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can rent an advertisement space on TV and newspapers so my ex-girlfriend can see, and then we could put like a picture of Lee Hwa, planet Saturn, and my current fiancé showing off her ring finger, and a caption "These things have a ring but you don't". Heh heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can rent Jonas Brothers and cans of soft drink and shoot them with the soda. Or worse make them listen to their own music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-9075151235570399129?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/9075151235570399129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=9075151235570399129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9075151235570399129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/9075151235570399129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/bears-birth-control-weddings.html' title='Bears, Birth control &amp; Weddings'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S76_PduANII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lFFBaxYsxx4/s72-c/2010-04-09_134552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8225592391211971053</id><published>2010-04-08T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:58:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8 douchiest things men do to impress women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-48883" height="182" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/douchiest.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="douchiest" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s one of those universal truths: dating makes people lose a whole bunch of braincells. Having romantic feelings for someone causes severely impaired judgement. Just ask your friends how many things they regret doing in the name of love, you’ll soon have a pity party on your hands. When it comes to dating, most of the time, women hold the power to make us guys do some really crazy things. Remember Romeo? Yeah. Love had him go on a rampage through Verona ending his own life. If you find yourself nodding yes to more than one of the items below, congratulations: Love has officially turned you into an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-48845" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/dmb" rel="attachment wp-att-48862" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48862" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/DMB-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="DMB" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretending to like a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Music is easy enough to relate over. Almost everyone likes the Beatles, Tupac, whatever. But if you find yourself saying “Oh, yeah I’ve loved the Dave Matthews Band since Under the Table and Dreaming!” to a girl just because you met her at a festival, you’re in for a world of trouble. It may work for like two weeks, but imagine finding yourself in a long-term relationship with her. You don’t want to be listening to “Satellite” at your anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/parachute" rel="attachment wp-att-48863" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48863" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Parachute-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Parachute" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lying about past accomplishments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A little embellishment will sometimes help out with the ladies. But nothing is more aggravating than listening to a guy obviously lying to a girl about some amazing thing he’s done. Men do this in hopes that women will ooh and ahh over how unique and adventurous they are. If the reality is quite far from the story, this is an egregious error. Sure professional parachuter sounds great on any resume, but it’s tiring to keep up a blatant lie. Everyone slips up eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/party" rel="attachment wp-att-48864" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48864" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Party-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Party" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying to throw an awesome party to prove your social importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Guys definitely want to be known as Mr. Cool. For some reason, men think the best way to demonstrate this to a girl is by throwing a party for no reason at all. Everything about this will seem forced. From your friends feigning enthusiasm for a make-believe party to the awkward excuse you make for actually throwing the party in the first place. In most cases, she’ll probably just “stop by” with a friend and then bounce after making out with him on your beanbag chair. But hey, at least you learned how to make an obscenely mediocre Manhattan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/love-actually" rel="attachment wp-att-48865" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48865" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Love-Actually-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Love Actually" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recreating a scene from a romantic comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;First off, if you can even cite a famous scene from a romantic comedy off the top of your head, you have some serious issues to work out. That being said, if you think the way to a girl’s heart is to recreate some sort of picnic scene between Matthew McConaughey and J-Lo you’re not only weird, you’re terribly misinformed. Most women like originality and though they might find you cute for doing something like that, it’s the kind of cute that is reserved for puppies and babies. That’s basically a death sentence for the single man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/suit" rel="attachment wp-att-48861" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48861" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Suit-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Suit" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Constantly dressing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;This is pretty common. There is nothing even remotely wrong with dressing to impress. But if you suddenly find yourself wearing skinny ties and fancy shoes when usually you’re sporting a white t-shirt and Nikes, there’s something amiss. If the relationship with this girl goes anywhere you’re probably going have to get a completely new wardrobe for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/acoustic-guitar" rel="attachment wp-att-48860" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48860" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Acoustic-guitar-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Acoustic guitar" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing a song written just for her on the acoustic guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It worked for John Mayer right? Sure but he’s a talented guitarist, and you only know how to play the intros to two Jack Johnson songs. As far as writing a song goes: give it a test run on a trusted female friend. Chances are she’ll rip it to pieces and save you the embarrassment of standing outside of her door playing a silly song while people point and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/bar-fight" rel="attachment wp-att-48866" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48866" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/bar-fight-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="bar fight" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting into fights to prove manliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Not only is this stupid, but it rarely ever impresses a girl not named Sammi Sweetheart. It may feel good to sock a guy that’s mouthing off to your date, but what if he’s got a crew of equally drunk buddies waiting to pounce? It’s not easy to look like a man when you’re curled up in the fetal position while a bunch of Neanderthals give you the business with their boots. On top of all that, she’ll probably think of you as a moron from that point on. Which, in this case, you totally are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="3" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/divider.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyism.com/2010/04/the-8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress-women.html/art-gallery" rel="attachment wp-att-48867" style="color: #0a2f40; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-48867" height="120" src="http://cdn.guyism.com/wp-content/uploads/Art-Gallery-130x120.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 620px !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="Art Gallery" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="spanlistitem" style="color: #072636; display: block; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #1b405b; font-size: 60px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going to an art gallery/theater production/lecture and pretending to understand everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sure, intellect is sexy. Feigned intellect is not. If you find yourself at an art gallery and using words like “esoteric” to describe a painting of a bridge, you should stop yourself by any means necessary. Why not ham up your ignorance and hit her with some self-effacing humor? If she doesn’t find it funny at all, you two were probably not going far anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8225592391211971053?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8225592391211971053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8225592391211971053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8225592391211971053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8225592391211971053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-douchiest-things-men-do-to-impress.html' title='The 8 douchiest things men do to impress women'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2166542688062595940</id><published>2010-04-08T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:25:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I designed a T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comboutique.asia/shop/products/thumb/USR3084/56655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.comboutique.asia/shop/products/thumb/USR3084/56655.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ASIANS KNOW KUNG FU&lt;br /&gt;by gi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comboutique.asia/githio"&gt;Buy it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2166542688062595940?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2166542688062595940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2166542688062595940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2166542688062595940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2166542688062595940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/designed-by-me-y.html' title='I designed a T-Shirt'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2789241927711043982</id><published>2010-04-08T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:43:11.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weapons that Changed the World</title><content type='html'>Here's the crazy thing about war: It breeds innovation. Since the dawn of civilization, human beings have searched for ways to kill each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2789241927711043982?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2789241927711043982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2789241927711043982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2789241927711043982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2789241927711043982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/weapons-that-changed-world.html' title='Weapons that Changed the World'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6401748336292209319</id><published>2010-04-06T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:29:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get rational</title><content type='html'>People do stupid things - that's what spreads HIV. How many of you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only half true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do get HIV because they do stupid things but most of them are doing stupid things for perfectly rational reasons. HIV is about &lt;i&gt;sex and drugs&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;erection and addiction&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What an addict think is rational?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicts know by sharing needles they get HIV but they are sharing anyway. Why? Because in Jakarta, carrying a needle (clean or not) is an offence and can be jailed. That changes the equation. Either you can share needle now and get a disease later possibly kill you in 10 years time or you can use your own needle now and go to jail tomorrow. So it is suddenly a rational decision to share needles. &lt;br /&gt;This is a bit contradicting with the policy makers (politicians). We have what's rational to the public health, we have clean needles and junkie wants clean needles. So we can simply make this problem go away by making clean needle universally available and taking away the fear of arrest.&lt;br /&gt;But politicians only give what voters want, so we can see that voters respond very well to "Making the world a better place for children", but not quite so well to "Making the world a better place for junkies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a hooker thinks is rational?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a hooker do her job? Well because maybe she's forced into it, doesn't have any options, etc etc and if only we can teach her how to sew she can work as a factory worker.&lt;br /&gt;But a factory worker's earning in an hour is like 20 cents in her country. On the other hand, sex worker earns 10 dollars an hour. It's not a great job but for a lot of people, it is a rational choice. (Pisani 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV is not as scary as AIDS because HIV is still controllable. The problem is that people are not quite able to put in good sexual health service to sex workers and handing out clean needles to junkies. I thought prevention is better than treatment? But once they have gone to have more aggressive disease such as the AIDS, we become all compassionate and buy them incredibly expensive drugs for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rational for drug injectors to share needles because of stupid decisions made by politicians. And it's a rational decision for politicians to make that decision because they are responding to what they think the voters want. Here's the thing, we are the voters. We have the duty to demand the politicians to make policies based on scientific evidence and common sense. We can at least stop politicians to do stupid things to spread HIV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6401748336292209319?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6401748336292209319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6401748336292209319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6401748336292209319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6401748336292209319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-get-rational.html' title='Let&apos;s get rational'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4987364091714021336</id><published>2010-04-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:35:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adults can learn from kids</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you were called childish? For a person like me, it can be a frequent occurrence *roll eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post it's not about me. So going back to the topic, every time kids make irrational demands, exhibit irresponsible behavior, they are called childish. Now, take a look at these events; imperialism and colonisation, world wars, George W Bush; ask yourself who's responsible; ADULTS. Now, what have kids done? Ann Frank touched millions with her powerful account of the holocaust, Ruby Bridges helped end segregation in the US, and most recently Charlie Simpson helped to raise 120,000 pounds for Haiti on his little bike. So as you can see evidence of such examples that age has absolutely nothing to do with it. The word childish is seen so often in adults, we should abolish this age discriminatory word when it comes to criticising behavior associated with irresponsibility and irrational thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who's to say that certain types of irrational thinking are not exactly what the world needs? Maybe you have grand plans before but stopped yourself thinking "ehh that's impossible, that cost too much, that won't benefit me". For better or worst, kids are not hampered as much when it comes to think about the reasons why not to do things. Kids can be full of inspiring aspirations and hopeful thinking like a wish that no one were hungry or everything were free that kind of utopia. How many of you still dream like that and believe in the possibilities? Sometimes the knowledge and history of the past failure of utopia and ideals can be a burden. Because you know that if everything were free then food stocks become depleted and scarcity can lead to chaos. On other hand, kids still dream about perfection. That's a good thing because in order to make anything a reality, you have to dream about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, kids' audacity to imagine helped push the  boundaries of possibility. Kids' inherent wisdom doesn't have to be insider's knowledge. Kids already do a lot of learning from adults. And they have a lot to share. I think the adults should start learning from kids. The teachers shouldn't just tell the students to do this and do that. The students should teach their teachers. Learning between grown ups and kids should be reciprocal. The reality unfortunately is a little bit different and has a lot to do with trust, or a lack of it. Now if you don't trust someone you put restrictions on them right? If I doubt my younger sister's ability to pay back the 10% interest she has established on her last loan, I will withhold her ability to get more money from me until she pays it back. Adults seem to have restrictive attitude toward kids from every "don't do that, don't do this" from school's handbook to restrictions on school's internet use (I can't see GAME ASSOCIATED SITE WTF?! and they let you use PS3 and Wii in the library! WTF!). As history points out, regimes become oppressive when they are fearful about keeping control and although adults may not be quite at the level of totalitarian regimes, kids have no or very little saying in making the rules when really the attitude should be reciprocal meaning that the adult  population should learn and take in to account the wishes of younger population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's even worst than the restrictions is that adults often underestimate kid's abilities; kids love challenges but when expectations are low, trust me, kids will sink to them. For example, your mom may not have told you to become lawyers or doctors or anything like that. But your dad read to you about Aristotle and Pioneer of Germ Fighters when the rest of kids were listening to ba ba black sheep. Parents should be enablers and supportive instead of telling your kids "wait till you're older". Children books publishers should help child writers get their writings published. Don't alienate a large chunk of your clients there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a problem here about kids being on par or better than adults... Kids do grow up to become adults. Just like you. Or just like you really? The goal is not to turn kids into your kind of adults, but rather better adults than you have been. The way progress happens is because new generations and new eras grow and develop and become better than the previous ones. It's the reason we're not in the dark ages anymore. No matter your position or place in life, it is imperative to create opportunities for children so that kids can grow up to blow us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults, you must listen and learn from kids, and trust them and respect them, and expect more from them. You must lend an ear today, because kids are the leaders of tomorrow. In case you don't think that this really has meaning for you, remember that if cloning is possible, and that involves going through childhood again; in which case you want to be heard just like today's generation of kids. The world needs opportunities for new leaders and new ideas, kids need opportunities to lead and succeed, are you ready to make the match? Because the world's problems shouldn't be the human family's heirloom. (Svitak 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4987364091714021336?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4987364091714021336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4987364091714021336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4987364091714021336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4987364091714021336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/adults-can-learn-from-kids.html' title='Adults can learn from kids'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4393684599282615331</id><published>2010-04-03T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:42:38.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workforced</title><content type='html'>I come across this word on the web; workforced. Interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to tumblr.com and thought it was cool alternative to blogger. Ahh Should I port to tumblr?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, I will lose all my archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is like a workforced Twitter (See what I did there?)&lt;br /&gt;It seems like an advanced Twitter site, having the similar functions of blogging (tweeting) and re-blogging (re-tweeting). It certainly takes it a step further from Twitter by allowing more than the 140 character limit Twitter has, and allowing pictures and html. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I have something against Tumblr, I just don't like the way it functions at all. Re-posting a picture you didn't take but you like, quoting something that has been quoted on a million other tumblrs, uploading countless of your favorite videos off Youtube that you clearly did not make, re-blogging a paragraph via someone else that caught your eye...really now, is this what the definition of blogging has been downgraded to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tumblr in the open, the act of "blogging" is leaving it's natural state of recording original words and photography, to become a daily movement, derived from boredom, of recirculating works of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger however, owned by Google, the oh so very popular company of course, it provides users the option of AdSense and Google connect. So for all you moneymakers, all you need is a Paypal account and you can earn money by blogging when people visit your page's ads. And Google connect lets you connect seamlessly with whoever has Gmail accounts (almost everyone has, at least in my circle of geek friends :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPad is out like now? in the US at least T_T WANT! but with my sweaty palm, I think I am so prone to drop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4393684599282615331?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4393684599282615331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4393684599282615331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4393684599282615331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4393684599282615331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/workforced.html' title='Workforced'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5767889786156153584</id><published>2010-04-03T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:27:37.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="326" width="446"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/DerekSivers_2010U-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DerekSivers-2010U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=814&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=derek_sivers_how_to_start_a_movement;year=2010;theme=the_rise_of_collaboration;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2010;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/DerekSivers_2010U-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DerekSivers-2010U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=814&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=derek_sivers_how_to_start_a_movement;year=2010;theme=the_rise_of_collaboration;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=the_creative_spark;event=TED2010;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short talk, big insight. With help from some surprising footage, Derek Sivers explains how movements really get started. (Hint: it takes two.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5767889786156153584?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5767889786156153584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5767889786156153584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5767889786156153584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5767889786156153584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-make-movement.html' title='How to make a movement'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4474512826259301524</id><published>2010-04-02T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:56:38.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive Men</title><content type='html'>Taken from a link recommended from a friend's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most girls don't think that men are sensitive. Women want long romantic looks and "butterflies" in the stomach, candle-lit dinners, cards, and flowers. They want devotion, honesty, and attentiveness. The real problem is not that men aren't sensitive; we are. Its just in different areas than theirs. We prefer to discuss the sensitive issues of the World Series, the Super Bowl, work, cars, fishing, money problems, and, of course, girls. Women's sensitivities are in annoyingly different areas. They aren't practical like we are, so it causes problems. They don't seem to be satisfied when you go to work and provide for them, fix their cars, protect them, entertain them, and let them cook for you. That is a practical way of showing them that you care, but is it enough? Is it enough to buy them tickets to the ball game, to get their car lubed, to buy them a skillet, or vacuum cleaner bags? No! They want sensitivity. They want feminine sensitivity. But that isn't fair! We aren't girls. We're men! We like to slap each other on the back, snort real loud, spit, scratch ourselves, and yell at umpires. Girls want us to look longingly into their eyes and tell them how much they mean to us, how we love them, and that life without them is pointless. They want us to buy things for them that are romantic like, jewelry, or stuffed animals, not a flashlight or something useful like a wrench. Would you get jewelry, or stuffed animals for one of your guy friends? (If you would, then why are you reading this book?) No, you would buy them a hamburger or a beer. Why? Because it's all in the male bonding category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a real disadvantage here for us. Since we use guy logic and they use girl logic, the girl logic wins out and we have to buy them jewelry, stuffed animals, and cards. But do they get us stuff we like? Do they get us baseball mitts, tires, lube grease, wrenches, and ball game tickets? Heck no! They get us mushy cards! They buy us stuffed animals! They even buy us jewelry! And if that isn't enough, they tell us how to dress, how to talk, how to eat, and then they start buying us designer shirts, pants, and shoes! What's so wrong with my jeans that I've been wearing for the past five years? I know you can see through them. But they're broken in. Why can't I wear the same sneakers out on the town that I shovel dog-poop in? Sheesh! Girls are sure difficult. We get along all right without them, don't we? But then, that brings up another issue. If we get along so well without them, why the heck do we bother trying to please them? It isn't logical. The only thing I can think of is that there is a plot women know about that we don't. Maybe they put something in our food, or put subliminal messages on T.V. that say, "Men need women." And so what if they look good? So what if they make us light headed when they saunter by. So what if we drive ourselves crazy trying to figure them out? Why do we do it?! I don't know. Maybe we're all crazy. Maybe they've done something to our brains. Maybe they put love drugs in our coffee. Heck. I can't figure it out. If you can, write me and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a woman wants a sensitive man. She wants a guy who can think about her without wanting to jump her bones. She wants a guy who will open the car door for her and treat her like a lady and give her respect and independence. But, does she earn it like a guy does? No. She just wants you to give it to her...because she's a woman. Think about it. If a couple of guys are becoming friends, they develop mutual respect for each other based upon important guy kinds of things: the car they drive, the job they have, how much they bench press, are they good in sports, do they know good jokes, etc. etc. Guy respect is real easy. It happens because of what a guy does and what he has, real important stuff. But a girl doesn't think that way. She wants you to be sensitive enough to understand her, to treat her well, and not take advantage of her feminine vulnerabilities. Boy, is that asking a lot. Let me tell you, it can be pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the answer? Simple. Be sensitive. "Ahh," you say, "I tried that, but it didn't work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity is an art. Mostly it is the art of keeping your foot out of your mouth. But, you still have to take chances and if you don't you won't get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, when trying to be sensitive, don't think about what your guys friends would like, think about what a girl would like. Think about stuffed animals, cards, flowers, poems (yuk), candle-lit dinners, kittens, puppies, and long looks in each other's eyes. Don't think like a guy. Don't think practically because that will kill you every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of a blunder I made with my wife when I bought her a birthday present. (A wife is a permanent girl friend, so the lesson still stands.) I made the serious mistake of thinking practically. I got her several nifty useful things: an egg timer, a water container for the refrigerator, a light for her key chain, and several other practical items that showed her I loved her and was trying to make things easier for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the first present she laughed and said, "Oh that's nice, a gag gift." I started sweating. Well as she discovered that more "practical" gifts were coming she produced a plastic smile and coupled it with, "Oh. How nice, a flashlight." Needless to say, I struck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So then came our anniversary. I remembered the humiliation I suffered at the unwrapping of the birthday presents and decided not to repeat the gift goof. I needed to think like a woman, not like a man. I said to myself, "What can I get that you can't use, isn't practical, is breakable, and costs a lot?" A revelation like light filled my mind. Engraved crystal glasses! I'd hate those as a gift. Heck, they'll be perfect for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid down some green, thought up a mushy something for the engraver to put on the glasses, and presented them to her via, a well wrapped box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the package slowly, I'm sure fearing a repeat of the same sort of "practical" birthday gifts, and once she saw the useless engraved glasses, she lit up in feminine delight, hugged me, and smothered me in kisses. I don't get the connection; I just know that buying a girl something useless and expensive makes her want to kiss you. Oh well, as long as it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Being practical is out. If you want to be sensitive then be illogical, emotional, and earn a lot of money to pay for it. Weren't things simpler when we could just hit them over the head with a club and drag to our caves? Dating is tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4474512826259301524?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4474512826259301524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4474512826259301524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4474512826259301524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4474512826259301524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/sensitive-men.html' title='Sensitive Men'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3823951958683050981</id><published>2010-04-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:19:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about food</title><content type='html'>When someone consumes food you made till he or she gets sick, it means it tastes too good to stop eating. It's a compliment mcdonald's and coca-cola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3823951958683050981?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3823951958683050981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3823951958683050981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3823951958683050981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3823951958683050981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/04/think-about-food.html' title='Think about food'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2638332390274268706</id><published>2010-03-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:30:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viral Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S7LrpwamyeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAneNGC8JmQ/s1600/wom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S7LrpwamyeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAneNGC8JmQ/s400/wom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thought word of mouth is the best and dependable review of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2638332390274268706?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2638332390274268706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2638332390274268706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2638332390274268706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2638332390274268706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/viral-marketing.html' title='Viral Marketing'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94GP5vdM_uQ/S7LrpwamyeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GAneNGC8JmQ/s72-c/wom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3101138558882520156</id><published>2010-03-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:32:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics &amp; Concerts</title><content type='html'>They have the winter olympics and summer olympics. I think they should also have the fall olympics. Okay you're a good swimmer but how do you do with leaves in the pool? It's a challenge right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can be famous and you guys will do half the work for me; I'll do the set up you'll do the punchlines and I still get paid full price. How? You do it at the rock concert right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to rock concert and you pay $200-300 for a ticket. The dude who sings the song is right there. You drive two hours there to hear him sing that one song. "Here we go, he's gonna sing it, here's my song. This is my song YEAH!" and what does he do in that whole song? "You guys sing." pointing the mic to the crowd....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO YOU SING! I didn't pay $200 to hear Ah Kow from Geylang. I can hear him for free at karaoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is pissed, goes to the front of the ticket booth, "Hey can I get $20 back? You know I sang about half of songs in there. My throat is killing me. Next time I'll just do that in my car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3101138558882520156?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3101138558882520156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3101138558882520156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3101138558882520156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3101138558882520156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympics-concerts.html' title='Olympics &amp; Concerts'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4004097870277044756</id><published>2010-03-28T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:46:04.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot sleep</title><content type='html'>I cannot sleep T_T 4am already. Thought I should read something to help. Reading my own blog. I guess I'm a funny man lol. Sigh I don't think I'm a man yet but I'm not a boy also. I'm a guy. Well I haven't got my steady income so I'm not qualified to be a man yet I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I saw Buble. He got so many fans. I haven't got the slightest idea how it feels to be adored and loved lime that. Always in my case, I'm the one who proactively being the giver. Oh wow now we're talking relationship. Indication of sleeping soon. The problem is I like to work for it. It is a bit turn off to be chased.. But now I'm complaining :s ok change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? As in get a life. Does doing what you individually like fall into the category? Or is it the general meaning defined by society that includes popular activities like shopping, girlfriend, pub, clubbing etc? And what falls into wasting life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with a word. Judgemental. Have you noticed that it is only used to describe a person being judgemental when he/she labels someone as bad? For example I tell you I'm an ex convict. There, you were judgemental. Being judgemental is bad because it sets a barrier to give chance. You may argue that judgemental can also apply to positivity like you judge a doctor. But judgemental the word itself is full of negativity. "you are so judgemental." hmm it doesn't sound like a compliment, does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4004097870277044756?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4004097870277044756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4004097870277044756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4004097870277044756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4004097870277044756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/cannot-sleep.html' title='Cannot sleep'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6905701239288701599</id><published>2010-03-26T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:23:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Field</title><content type='html'>A few more hotels have sprung up, occupants hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;A group of tourists occasionally wants to see the supposed scenic attractions behind their glass window panel.&lt;br /&gt;But they only see the occupants of the classier hotels next to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To act how we want, to use all of nature, is this right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Selfish humankind, is it not sorrowful to pollute the soul of nature in this way?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to cut down even a single tree, is this right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say its all just for decoration and ask me why its my problem anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess only the camera can record nature now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That video passes down from generation to generation to give them just a taste of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful and lamentable...&lt;br /&gt;The green of the forest has been delegated to the documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have never seen the lush green can only enjoy the unwholesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you really don't want to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I know, but I have no other way.&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything I am going to write.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will never be able to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Under a microscope, our reality will seem all the more selfish.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of art is hard for me to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6905701239288701599?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6905701239288701599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6905701239288701599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6905701239288701599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6905701239288701599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-field.html' title='Green Field'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4503469275227493396</id><published>2010-03-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:32:03.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-BEAR-able</title><content type='html'>They say before you go get married you better meet their moms. Cuz if their moms look like grizzly bear, she is a grizzly cub. Everything is cuter when it's little. You can say she's not that big now cuz she's the perfect size for a grizzly bear her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew she had a weight problem if she was following McDonald's on Twitter. She was getting excited on all the status updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? They gonna drop some hot fries shaker?!" &lt;br /&gt;"What? They gonna have Mega?!"&lt;br /&gt;"OMG the Hamburglar is out on parole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4503469275227493396?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4503469275227493396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4503469275227493396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4503469275227493396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4503469275227493396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-bear-able.html' title='Un-BEAR-able'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6922156706971197273</id><published>2010-03-24T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:34:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh your soul?</title><content type='html'>The existence of the human soul can be proven by placing consumption patients on a scale as they died, find a difference between the weight of a person before and after death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6922156706971197273?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6922156706971197273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6922156706971197273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6922156706971197273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6922156706971197273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/weigh-your-soul.html' title='Weigh your soul?'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-915113492999235505</id><published>2010-03-24T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:54:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletes</title><content type='html'>I kinda get intimidated in the gym by the "scream guys". Always a couple of screamers who who will lift their weight things and scream "raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!". I was like "really?" "in public?" and then they dropped the weight so it crashed on to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you try to imitate it cuz they're huge right? It just doesn't look quite as cool with my 1 kg piece. Like "what's up?" lifting my puny weight "aaahhhhh" in high pitch, drop it on to the ground and it makes "ting" sound. "Oh sorry to make so much noise over here, just being a Man-imal. Anybody got any steroids? I'm hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about steroids. If you are a fan of soccer, I guess you pay good money to see a good soccer match ya? Won't you want to see some awesome match? I mean so much money for a 0-0 draw? That sucks. Soccer teams should kick out the players who are not tested positive for steroids, I mean they are not trying hard enough. The fans deserve a good watch. How can you not want to see someone on steroids kick that football. I'm not saying it's right but you can't deny that people on steroids put up a hell of good show. How can you not want to see a 90 meters goal? How is that bad?  I mean seriously how is that bad if Arsenal wins from the other side of the field, they kick it over the top etc etc LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who wins a lot. Tiger Woods wins a lot. Um. Tiger Woods did nothing wrong. I think you know what I'm talking about. You need to think about this for a sec. Tiger Woods is the best at something. Is anyone following me? He is the Greatest at An Entire Thing. And people are surprised he cheated on his wife. Do you know how self important you need to be to be the greatest at something? Do you think he walked to the put and he's like "omg, I sure hope I make this" That's not what he's doing. Most probably he would say "I'm gonna get so much ****** good" That's how you have to act to become the best, you have to be that self important and cocky. So the fact that he cheated on his wife is no surprise. Women get furious about that. "His wife is a model!" yeah but she's not the best model. That's where we run in to a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about Jack Neo. Woopsy daisy is my response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-915113492999235505?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/915113492999235505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=915113492999235505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/915113492999235505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/915113492999235505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/athletes.html' title='Athletes'/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3976384818735254247</id><published>2010-03-24T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:17:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/SamHarris_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SamHarris-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=801&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=sam_harris_science_can_show_what_s_right;year=2010;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=is_there_a_god;theme=the_rise_of_collaboration;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=bold_predictions_stern_warnings;event=TED2010;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/SamHarris_2010-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SamHarris-2010.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=801&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=sam_harris_science_can_show_what_s_right;year=2010;theme=a_taste_of_ted2010;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=is_there_a_god;theme=the_rise_of_collaboration;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=bold_predictions_stern_warnings;event=TED2010;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of good and evil, right and wrong are commonly thought unanswerable by science. But Sam Harris argues that science can -- and should -- be an authority on moral issues, shaping human values and setting out what constitutes a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3976384818735254247?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3976384818735254247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3976384818735254247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3976384818735254247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3976384818735254247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/questions-of-good-and-evil-right-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5212549803598885948</id><published>2010-03-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:51:14.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bars, nightclubs - and other businesses - often have "Ladies Night" promotions, where women get discounts and men don't. Believe it or not, these promotions have been held to violate state laws and may even violate the Constitution in the US. Discriminations.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5212549803598885948?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5212549803598885948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5212549803598885948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5212549803598885948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5212549803598885948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/bars-nightclubs-and-other-businesses.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3437398571017399802</id><published>2010-03-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:52:47.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did any anyone go to buffet more than once in their lives? Every time I leave I think "Well played.. you just made some great decisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this health conscious society where smoking is almost illegal, and why buffet don't at least have surgeon general's warnings? Like "warning, frequent buffet visitation  may result in obesity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone proposed in hot air balloon. I don't think it's romantic. It's like saying "you better marry me or you might be in danger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if she had said no? How awkward that would be. Just wedged up there in that basket, "well this sucks. one of us needs a parachute." and there is a hot air balloon dude pretend like nothing's going on, "don't mind me guys. hope you packed lunch, it's 3 hours descend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. If your girlfriend/wife send you out to buy tampons, don't be embarrassed. Why should you be embarrassed, you're a grown man, everyone knows they're not for you. Women in that store think you're a hero. I'm sorry you're embarrassed, but your girlfriend/wife is at home bleeding from her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys are so clueless; I know they come in "wings" and "strings" and all sorts of things, but you want me to believe that you're sent to the store to get something your girlfriend/wife had to put on her most delicate part and you were not given explicit instructions? Like you're sent out the door and she said, "just not the wooden ones again." I don't believe that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I were to send someone to the store to get something that I have to put on my....... there will be sketches, receipts, googlemap directions and how about the empty box from last time. You can compare that, how hard to come out with the idea to bring a picture with you, rip the picture of the front box then match it up, like "nope, wrong color, wrong picture, found it!". Then leave the picture take the full box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the two words that never used in the phrase to buy your girlfriend/wife some tampons?&lt;br /&gt;"Surprise me."&lt;br /&gt;That never ever happened in the history of history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3437398571017399802?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3437398571017399802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3437398571017399802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3437398571017399802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3437398571017399802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-did-any-anyone-go-to-buffet-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4073856695660533476</id><published>2010-03-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:46:04.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if the world works in such way in which people cannot tell lies, where lies don't exist. Everyone will tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in the MRT train pregnant and everyone tells you that they don't want to give you the seat or they give you the seat so they look noble. You finally have the courage to ask the girl out and she goes on to warn you that it's because she owe you a favor thus the date and you should not hope for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of brutal truth and honesty, can you survive? People are very trustworthy. Whatever said is treated as the truth. Now, what if you invented lie in this truthful world. You are the only one who can lie. You are caught drink driving, but you get away because you SAY you don't drink, and the policemen believe you. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strong need you be to be the champion/number 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't have to ask, there will be people who will challenge you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tests do I need to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be afraid, let them win.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay if I don't want the award/trophy? I just wanna sweat a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own referee. I don't want to keep on doing this. To go through eyes of hostility everyday, waiting for the opportunity to bring down my rival. I don't want this kind of conclusion. This empty pride. This objective is laughable. You only want to show off. I can't never do that. You can never win.  Why can't you do something so simple?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4073856695660533476?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4073856695660533476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4073856695660533476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4073856695660533476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4073856695660533476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if-world-works-in-such-way-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5957692615109880792</id><published>2010-03-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:00:31.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A response to Kareen creativity dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity isn't necessarily about getting out of the box. Sometimes it's about staying inside the box long enough to rethink and restate constraints, to reconceive and explore its almost infinite possibilities. And the great advantage is that by staying inside the box, and working with its rules, you can have complete assurance that every solution you reach solves the problem at hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5957692615109880792?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5957692615109880792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5957692615109880792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5957692615109880792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5957692615109880792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/response-to-kareen-creativity-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-969811967297515538</id><published>2010-03-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:37:59.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The power of not knowing: Everyday we prepare too much, we think too much. Knowledge become the weight upon wisdom. Simple words lost in the quicksand of experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you're gonna do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna do what you planned to do and put yourself in absolute panic; a way of getting out of your mind; a mind that says 'hey you know what you're doing, you have done it for years'. Allow yourself to go in to chaos, because out of chaos, you are hoping for some moment of truth to come. All preparations are preparations, you don't even know if it is honest or truthful. The truth of it all comes on the moment organically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-969811967297515538?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/969811967297515538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=969811967297515538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/969811967297515538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/969811967297515538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-not-knowing-everyday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4467622574889175427</id><published>2010-03-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:34:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you wondered why people spend so much time playing games? We spent 3 billion hours weekly to play online games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamers are motivated to do something that matters, inspired to collaborate and to cooperate and in game worlds, many of us become the best version of ourselves, the most likely to help at the moment of notice, the most likely to stick with a problem as long as it takes to get up after failure and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when we are in the real world when we face failure, when we confront obstacles, we feel overcome, we feel overwhelmed, anxious, maybe depressed, frustrated or cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about games that makes it impossible to feel that we can't achieve everything? How can we take those feeling in games and apply them in real world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In games, they give you life saving missions, something around your level, something you can achieve. They never give you something you can't achieve. But it's on the verge of what you are capable of. So you have to try hard. There is no unemployment, there is always something specific and important to be done. And there are always tons of other collaborators who are ready to help you to achieve that epic mission, something that we can't have easily in real life. There is this epic story, an inspiring story and we always get positive feedbacks like "leveling up", "+1 strength", "+1 intelligence". We don't get that constant feedback in real life. When I finish writing this, I'm not gonna get "+1 writing" or "+20 crazy ideas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about on the verge of epic win is that it's so satisfying all the time that we decide to spend all of our time in these game worlds. It's just better than reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survey in US found that US teens spent 10000 hours gaming by age 21. 10000 hours approximately the amount of time of an average student will spend in school from primary 5 to O levels if you have perfect attendance. So we have entire parallel education going on where young people are learning as much about what it takes to be a good gamer and about everything else in school. There is a theory that says if we can master something effortfully in 10000 hours, we will be virtuoso at it. We will be as good at whatever we do. So we are looking at an entire young people who are virtuoso gamers. The big question is; What exactly are gamers getting so good at? If we know what it is, we would have a unprecedented human resource in our hands. We have 500mil people in the world who spent one hour each day at games. These are the virtuoso gamers. 500 mil people who are good at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are gamers getting so good at? According to Jane McGonigal (2010), gamers have 4 qualities;&lt;br /&gt;1. Urgent optimism - extreme self motivation, a desire to act immediately to tackle an obstacle combined with a belief that we have a reasonable hope of success. Gamers always believe that an epic win is possible and that it's always worth trying and try now. Gamers don't sit around.&lt;br /&gt;2. Social fabric - we like people better after we play a game with them, even they beaten us badly. The reason is it takes a lot of trust to play a game with someone. We trust that they will spend their time with us, they will play by the same rules, value the same goal, they stay with the game until it's over. Playing games together bonds people together and build trust and stronger social relationship.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blissful productivity - a World of Warcraft gamer spends about 22 hours a week on the game, kind of like part time job. It's because we know when we play a game that we are happier working hard than we are relaxing. We know that we are optimised human being to do hard meaningful work. Gamers are willing to work hard all the time if they are given the right work.&lt;br /&gt;4. Epic meaning - Gamers loved to be attached to an inspiring mission, human planetary scale stories. Wikipedia is the largest encyclopedia on the internet. And World of Warcraft wiki is the 2nd largest! 5mil users use it monthly. They have compiled more info about WoW than any other topic on the internet. They are building an epic story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we add these 4 up we say that gamers are Super-Empowered Hopeful Individuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4467622574889175427?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4467622574889175427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4467622574889175427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4467622574889175427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4467622574889175427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-wondered-why-people-spend-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4363119825174913132</id><published>2010-03-17T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:44:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark Roth studies suspended animation: the art of shutting down life processes and then starting them up again. It's wild stuff, but it's not science fiction. Induced by careful use of an otherwise toxic gas, suspended animation can potentially help trauma and heart attack victims survive long enough to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuff, check out his talk at TED.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4363119825174913132?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4363119825174913132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4363119825174913132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4363119825174913132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6299223870084323931?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6299223870084323931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6299223870084323931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6299223870084323931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6299223870084323931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/sample-is-small-representative-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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(refering to Jack Neo)&lt;br /&gt;omg I'm in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-1271883841692418499?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/1271883841692418499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=1271883841692418499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1271883841692418499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/1271883841692418499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-men-become-naughty-when-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-766000483684304625</id><published>2010-03-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:09:13.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Delay is temporary, mediocrity is forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-766000483684304625?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/766000483684304625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3494530114881399236</id><published>2010-03-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:13:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're not prepared to look stupid then nothing great is ever gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3494530114881399236?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3494530114881399236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3494530114881399236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3494530114881399236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3494530114881399236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-not-prepared-to-look-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4743613595532552992</id><published>2010-03-05T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:45:48.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failure is an option, but fear is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4743613595532552992?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4743613595532552992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4743613595532552992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4743613595532552992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4743613595532552992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure-is-option-but-fear-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5353018081317110726</id><published>2010-03-04T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:47:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost 2 kg last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a little bit true. Just want to know how it feels to say that.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I just had a Mega (why is that dude in glasses looks proud after saying that? That bun got like 50% of the calories an average adult need for a day!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I did not lose 2 kg last month.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm unemployed. Don't cry for me. Just sitting at home watching "House". It's awesome. What sucks though is that I don't want to hang out with my friends who got jobs. Because I can't ever be tired? And I can't turn down things casually and say things like "I don't got time for this".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-5353018081317110726?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/5353018081317110726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=5353018081317110726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5353018081317110726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/5353018081317110726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lost-2-kg-last-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-6366290446895579990</id><published>2010-02-27T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:10:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you a part time adult? You want all your entitlements and credits, then you hide or dodge every responsibility you come across. Oops, there is no such thing as part time adult. It just means you are still a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny law stories. Parents had threatened to sue the school because the teacher lowered the grade of the child by 10% for turning in the paper late. The principal didn't want to tangle in the legal proceeding and the teacher had to attend meetings after meetings. After 30 days of sleepless night she finally gave up and raised the grade. She said life is too short, she just couldn't keep going with this. About the same time she was about to take 2 students to a leadership talk a couple of hours away, she was going to drive them there by her car but the school said she couldn't drive them because of liability reason, she had to go with the school bus. So the school provided them with a bus that can hold 60 people and drove the 3 of them back and forth to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors now don't treat their patient the same way anymore, because they just can't say something that could be used to go against them. These are doctors whose lives are to care for people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy sued a laundry for 54mil for losing his pants. Still ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law used to be a the foundation of freedom but now the land of freedom has become a legal minefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened here. People no longer are able to act based on their best judgement. We are too engrossed with individual rights that we see everything with a legal microscope. We try to see if it is possible to explain why the student turn in the paper late when the rule is already there to tell him that there is penalty for late submission unless he provides an early notification so the school can exclude him under the special consideration. Why are there always different scenarios to explain every dispute that suggest accidents are extinct, risk will be no more? It's a formula for paralysis, not freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch "House", you know that doctors don't always know what cause the sickness in patients. They have to run tests to find the cause and then they can treat it, it's differential diagnosis. But because of this law culture that is shifting now, doctors are afraid to speak up. Patients ask if the doctors are sure if they give the right dosage, well because the doctors are not sure thus they don't want to take the legal responsibility and tragic medical errors are occurring. Everyone suddenly is a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools again. Teachers cannot maintain the order of the classroom anymore. One child disrupting the class, no one can learn. What happens when the teacher tries to assert order? He or she is threatened to a legal claim by the student. Not that the student will win, but it's the indication of the corrosion in authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you. People are becoming idiots. Look at warning labels. Coffee cup: "Caution. Contents are hot", Fishing hooks: "Harmful if swallowed". There is so many rules no human can possibly know it. Too random for everyone can sue for anything. A child falls down on a seesaw, the next thing to happen is no more seesaw because the playground committee can't deal with the lawsuit. Now every child wont know what the heck is a seesaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge law mainly by its effect on society, not by individual situation.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify the law in a way that people can internalise it in their daily choices. If they can't internalise it, they won't trust it.&lt;br /&gt;Restore the authority to judges and officials to apply law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehumanise the law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-6366290446895579990?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/6366290446895579990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=6366290446895579990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6366290446895579990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/6366290446895579990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-part-time-adult-you-want-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8100624023382048241</id><published>2010-02-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:27:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know why they have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_awareness_ribbons"&gt;ribbons&lt;/a&gt; for breast cancer, colorectal cancer, prostate cancer, and not for lung cancer? They ran out of colors. No. People blame lung cancer patients. They smoke. They screwed up. They deserve to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8100624023382048241?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8100624023382048241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8100624023382048241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8100624023382048241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8100624023382048241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-why-they-have-ribbons-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-3409651754158611730</id><published>2010-02-20T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:09:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after you graduate, what do you wanna do? Get a job as an executive in a bank etc. That sounds good right. You tell that to everyone who ask you what you do for living, they will nod their head as if you are normal in the head. That sucks. See what happens if you tell them you are a musician, song writer, comedian, an artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go "Have I seen you on anything?", if you say no, they continue, "You make a living of that?"&lt;br /&gt;So rude. "No I pay my bills with charisma and dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when someone ask me what I do for living, I'll say I'm a chemist. There is no follow up question on that. Nobody have an itching question about chemistry since sec 3. Is sodium still on the periodic table?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3409651754158611730?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3409651754158611730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3409651754158611730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3409651754158611730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3409651754158611730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-after-you-graduate-what-do-you-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4979567448960147389</id><published>2010-02-18T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T04:01:41.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still up at this hour thinking I should drink alcohol now to help me fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;How come I feel disatisfied, but I didn't put in the effort to set it straight. &lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm independent, too independent perhaps that I find myself alone in a fortress of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, do I not want to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, nobody really cares what you're up to on facebook. Whether or not you're a camwhore with dozens of pics per second or the dozens of "publications" you've been publishing, no one would care unless it's something scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done showing off what I'm doing over the weekend. Regardless whether the actual activities were fun, just the photos that I staged to make it look fun. And posting pics like that is not me at all tbh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;maybe I've been too careful to avoid being different, cuz people judge you if you stand out. I didn't care the last time, why should I now.&lt;br /&gt;People are easily judgemental. I'm done with being afraid to be labelled. Label me all you want as long as you can refrain from copying me.&lt;br /&gt;My life my copyright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4979567448960147389?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4979567448960147389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4979567448960147389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4979567448960147389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4979567448960147389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-up-at-this-hour-thinking-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2748552830500445175</id><published>2010-02-10T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:35:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The daytime TV knows you're loser, like they show you commercials, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need a job!"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a ****ed up credit?"&lt;br /&gt;Also they show you how to cramp 4 years of degree program in 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the late night show.. They have warnings now for some of the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Warning, the following show contains nudity and adult content"&lt;br /&gt;"Viewers discretion is advised"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you don't have to warn me about nudity ok, I'm ready for it anytime. Not that it's my favorite. You should just say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations, the following show contains nudity, are your pants off yet?" :x&lt;br /&gt;Or make the warning more helpful like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The following show contains nudity, did you lock the door?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, thanks for warning me, that was close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2748552830500445175?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2748552830500445175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2748552830500445175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2748552830500445175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2748552830500445175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/daytime-tv-knows-youre-loser-like-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2951252570851304656</id><published>2010-02-06T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:01:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impossible is not a concrete fact, it is just an opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2951252570851304656?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2951252570851304656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2951252570851304656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2951252570851304656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2951252570851304656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/impossible-is-not-concrete-fact-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8849685484713522545</id><published>2010-02-03T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:38:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ERMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I written my HRM and Ethics papers. Thanks to Kareen for reviewing, don't know since when she is the designated, dedicated Proof Reader. Bwahha. (Y) (also don't know when she's so nice nowadays.. maybe she is always but not to ME!~ She also digged up our MP stuff! Wo de ke ai de peng you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read JeeCheng's blog and O_O. I can only imagine what she's going through. Jiayou! Petrol is not that expensive already! Maybe try Green Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I recently fell out of love and didn't feel like talking bout it but I guess I'm over it now and talking bout it now (yah what a sentence). Basically I got dumped because she thinks she is not happy with me anymore. Hah. Yup. Don't know if I'm in denial but my heart used to still miss her while my brain tells me to move on. But guess these two parts of my body organs are synchronized like iTunes + iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING BOUT ITUNES MAKE ME PISSED LOL. It's the crappiest software I have come across. WTF my iTunes kept on telling me errors, corrupted, reinstall and shit. And the last time I used it, it deleted all my Apps!!! GRRRRRRR. I won't ever plug in to iTunes ANYMORE. Maybe when I get my Macbook or whatever Mac from Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout Apple, the latest product they have they name it iPad, what the feminine? But I WANT IT. Yeah money can't make you happy but money can buy gadgets and gadgets make me happy ^_^ but iPad won't be on the priority list. Mac IS because my current laptop which I'm punching on now is old and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up everybody. I sound like I just sniffed weed, yeah I am amazed at what I have written up there o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hey I can use some company if you guys don't mind. We can go out and stuff, perhaps shopping for CNY goodies lmao. Gotta divert my thoughts somewhere somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8849685484713522545?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8849685484713522545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8849685484713522545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8849685484713522545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8849685484713522545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-i-written-my-hrm.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4836422387124761619</id><published>2010-02-02T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:43:02.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol I forgot there is a class today!!!! Crap I have to go for the workshop thing to get attendance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4836422387124761619?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4836422387124761619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4836422387124761619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4836422387124761619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4836422387124761619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-i-forgot-there-is-class-today-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4954202295278810692</id><published>2010-01-30T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:02:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must thank Henry and Intan for hanging out with me to divert my thought.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Kareen for the advice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty lonely recently. But there are friends still who will watch my back. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4954202295278810692?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/4954202295278810692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=4954202295278810692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4954202295278810692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/4954202295278810692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-thank-henry-and-intan-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-8775192155833475058</id><published>2010-01-28T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:11:36.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great way to start the morning. wake up at 6 am, cramping with the sec schoolers and being told to move inside by the bus captain.&lt;br /&gt;WTF SIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-8775192155833475058?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/8775192155833475058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=8775192155833475058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8775192155833475058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/8775192155833475058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatagreatwaytostartthemorning.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-2815944677102014847</id><published>2010-01-27T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:56:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need iTablet or iPad whatever it's called, and airplane tickets to Philippines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-2815944677102014847?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/2815944677102014847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=2815944677102014847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2815944677102014847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/2815944677102014847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2010/01/ineeditabletoripadwhateveritscalledanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-5922536172286537158</id><published>2010-01-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:55:54.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to popular request (rofl) I will be still posting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115274265589161889.post-4118759105330092735</id><published>2009-12-20T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:02:32.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna inform you that I'll be more on twitter now ...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my page is twitter.com/gi_thio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-4118759105330092735?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if I have a lot of money.. Would I still be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115274265589161889-3970586733350331846?l=noquoteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/feeds/3970586733350331846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115274265589161889&amp;postID=3970586733350331846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3970586733350331846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115274265589161889/posts/default/3970586733350331846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noquoteme.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-i-have-lot-of-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Gi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07254264815169678362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
