<?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-5514454</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:44:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Black Clouds</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Was macht ein Mann&lt;br&gt;
was macht ein Mann&lt;br&gt; 
der zwischen Mensch und Tier&lt;br&gt;
nicht unterscheiden kann&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
- Rammstein, &lt;i&gt;Tier&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107863222837541732</id><published>2004-03-07T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:06:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've moved. Misembittered</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107863222837541732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107863222837541732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863222837541732' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107488085348920218</id><published>2004-01-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T03:02:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I wouldn't be doing this blog justice if I left it to decay would I?Here's a summary of my life, from the 10th of December 2003 to now.10 Dec 2003In Singapore, we have compulsary national service. Thus on that day, I was enlisted in BMTC at Pulau Tekong, in Taurus Company. I'm in platoon 1 section 4. PTP batch, which means it's pure physical training from then on, supposedly...11 - 19</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107488085348920218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107488085348920218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488085348920218' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107376635226519515</id><published>2004-01-11T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T04:27:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can whine and bitch and moan about the things that have been happenning, but of course, it'd be nicer if I keep it all in and in this way retain my dignity. All I'm gonna blog from now on will have nothing to do with my personal life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107376635226519515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107376635226519515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376635226519515' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107376532388381553</id><published>2004-01-11T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T04:10:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Third Eye Blind - Slow Motion From the album "Blue" Miss Jones taught me English but I think I just shot her son cause he owed me money with a bullet in the chest you cannot run now he's bleeding in a vacant lot the one in the summer where we used to smoke pot, I guess I didn't mean it but man you should have seen it his flesh explode slow motion, see me let go we tend to die young</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107376532388381553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107376532388381553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376532388381553' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107288729862432735</id><published>2004-01-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:16:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KC's list of essential items to bring to army</title><summary type='text'>Cannot do without:1. 10 clothes hangers, 20 clothes pegs2. nail clipper3. lock with 2 keys (not combination lock, not too big)4. toothpaste/brush5. soap with box6. lots of underwear7. slippers8. black pen9. foot+body powder10. extra battery for phone (charger is not allowed)11. shaverMay do without but must get eventually:12. lighter13. black electrical tape14. soap powder15. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107288729862432735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107288729862432735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107288729862432735' title='KC&apos;s list of essential items to bring to army'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107097573582708771</id><published>2003-12-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:16:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grad Photos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107097573582708771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107097573582708771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097573582708771' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107096511513228011</id><published>2003-12-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:19:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*gone*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107096511513228011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107096511513228011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107096511513228011' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107069712888993651</id><published>2003-12-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:52:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Millencolin - No Cigar</title><summary type='text'>Tell us where you’re fromWhat you want to becomeAnd we’ll say if you’re okWhere did you go to school? Right answer and you’re coolYeah, you’re the kid the whole dayYou get a sticker in your faceInformation about the caseSo you know your potentialDon’t think you can extendDon’t think you can extend, just comprehendBut I don’t wana hear itNo, it’s more than I accept’cause I don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107069712888993651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107069712888993651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107069712888993651' title='Millencolin - No Cigar'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107058881113062545</id><published>2003-12-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T09:52:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essential Tracks of late</title><summary type='text'>1. The Darkness - Love On The Rocks - it reeks of the Freddie Mercury era of rock, but really, it captures the spirit of the 80s really well, well, they're The Darkness, the best 80s retro band so far! The guitar parts are really strong. I've read an interview of them in some guitar magazine - they said; if you play a Gibson+Marshall setup and it doesn't sound nice without FX, then something is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107058881113062545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107058881113062545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058881113062545' title='The Essential Tracks of late'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107042450340169604</id><published>2003-12-03T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T12:09:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm into heavy nu-metal and hip-hop music these days. Lostprophets, RATM, Rammstein, Public Enemy.Any recommendations?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107042450340169604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107042450340169604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042450340169604' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107038168506513512</id><published>2003-12-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:15:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday - slackedMonday - stupid bike ride to ECP (rather intense), only to end up slacking at 10+ kmh, then chionged home in the night. lameTuesday - Body Worlds exhibition, nice, but too expensive. And it's not gross like they say. Touched the plastinised brain and liver. Watched Princess Mononoke at home, very good. Very engaging, you'll never know what happens next. Soundtrack, artwork all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107038168506513512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107038168506513512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038168506513512' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107019993519611282</id><published>2003-11-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T01:16:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Togoparts.com Mass Ride!</title><summary type='text'>It was a cloudy afternoon. I filled my water bottles, fitted the light, and set off to Macritchie. Rammed my way down Marymount road, at quite a nice speed as it was mainly downhill (which isn' a good thing, as I had to climb it the opposite direction about 10 hours later.)Idled there for a long while, since I'm like a total newbie there, and didn't know anyone there. Then people came, talked a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107019993519611282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107019993519611282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107019993519611282' title='Togoparts.com Mass Ride!'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-107013363850658829</id><published>2003-11-30T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T03:21:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch out for the new entry to be put up on this space.Features:- Fast and bumpy downhills- Mud, sweat and blood- A broken saddle- Pouring rain- Really helpful and nice people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107013363850658829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/107013363850658829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013363850658829' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-10700448475090680</id><published>2003-11-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T03:30:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's over. Three weeks of crappy exams, finally over, and I've struggled through. Dunno about the grades though, it has been so tiring I didn't really try to predict them.But, but do we get the feeling of relief? Not really. No. We're all alone. The school made us this way. Self centered, and shallow. And there's no one to share our joy with. Can we really feel happiness if all there is is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/10700448475090680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/10700448475090680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10700448475090680' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106985898859767488</id><published>2003-11-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:03:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burning the candle at both ends? Nopes. Just tossed myself into the pyres.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106985898859767488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106985898859767488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985898859767488' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106969315094897752</id><published>2003-11-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T01:33:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I didn't study at all, have lost the will, but it's not going to matter as much as the past 2 weeks. Technically, I've revised for everything that's gonna come out already.So I went to Bugis Sim Lim and bought the ink cartridge. Epson T29. Tri-coloured juice for the thirsty beast. $35, a bargain considering that the other shops were selling it for $40 or $39.50. It helps to go visit every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106969315094897752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106969315094897752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969315094897752' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106955802119381874</id><published>2003-11-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T11:27:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a diarrhoea, a sore throat and the headache.But the weather's nice.*Stares at the bike with great indecision*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106955802119381874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106955802119381874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955802119381874' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106955658172810757</id><published>2003-11-23T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T11:03:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lostprophets is a great band! And it's not Lost Prophets, it's Lostprophets!Five Is a Four Letter WordShinobi vs Dragon NinjaStill LaughingOde to Summerand best of all.... The Fake Sound of Progress!They're a break away from the pretentiousness of Linkin Park, the incoherence of At The Drive-In, the indecipherable lyrics of Rammstein, and RATM's good-but-heard-too-many-times.It's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106955658172810757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106955658172810757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955658172810757' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106951655597026770</id><published>2003-11-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T23:56:23.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When girls wear blue, they are cool.When guys wear pink they are gay.When girls ride motorcycles they are adventurous.When guys sew or bake, they are girlies.When girls wear shirts and jeans, they have attitude.When guys wear skirts and blouses, they are transvestites.When girls dabble with computers, they are intellectual.When guys are passionate about fashion they are weird.When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106951655597026770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106951655597026770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951655597026770' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106951571513010060</id><published>2003-11-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T23:42:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, finally got to watch Matrix Revolutions, and I didn't like it. (Obligatory 10-line spoiler alert. Includes detailed description and analysis of the plot, including its ending.)The problem with movies these days is that, any director can shy away from admitting the plot holes that they've made by overhyping it as a postmodern, artistic flick that is intentionally written to provoke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106951571513010060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106951571513010060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951571513010060' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106941788640475891</id><published>2003-11-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:31:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of second wave of exams!3 papers, last ended at 5.45pm.Dead beat. Too tired to really blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106941788640475891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106941788640475891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106941788640475891' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106930930677482525</id><published>2003-11-20T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:22:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yawn.Kick me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106930930677482525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106930930677482525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930930677482525' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106925183268587524</id><published>2003-11-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:09:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost died today.Fucking car decided to speed at 60 on a winding road meant for 30. Fuck it. And in the middle of the fucking 1-lane road. Had to swerve to save myself. And of course, I fell. (The laws of Physics won't permit any other way.) I was doing about 25 myself. (kmh for all values)And the fucking driver just stopped there, waited for me to pick up my lights and speedometer which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106925183268587524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106925183268587524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925183268587524' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106907191223858290</id><published>2003-11-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:25:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK Biotech was surprisingly smooth.Went to GHC despite the Chem exam tomorrow, I'm mad. It was damn hard to find, considering that I remembered that it was behind Art Museum, but then it was obscured by some crappy construction, and the roads were blocked everywhere, so took like forever to find it. Ended up almost at Bugis before heading backwards to there. I hate directions.Thus I bought a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106907191223858290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106907191223858290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907191223858290' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106897984017897365</id><published>2003-11-16T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:50:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relistened to X-Japan, and now I finally have a concrete opinion on what I like - and what I don't like - about their music.Firstly, they have good musical skills, especially Hideto Matsumoto's guitar playing (too bad he passed away.) The drummer's quite OK too, and all. But what I don't like are the vocals. And the phoney English parts, since they can't really pronounce the words in the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106897984017897365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106897984017897365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897984017897365' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106883516487296325</id><published>2003-11-15T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T02:59:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd never get to watch Matrix.Fact 1: Almost everyone has already watched it, and I haven't been invited. There really isn't anyone else I can ask. I mean, I do have friends and all, but they've formed their own cliques and so on. I don't belong in a clique.Fact 2: They would rather watch it with someone else. They give excuses not to watch with me, and then promptly watch it with others. You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106883516487296325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106883516487296325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883516487296325' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106882691067070924</id><published>2003-11-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T02:08:09.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adamantium - suitable for bicycle frames?</title><summary type='text'>After reading up on materials online, I think I know what Adamantium (the alloy used for Wolverine's skeleton) is. Firstly, 'adamantite' is an ore of titanium, so by similarity of words it's probably a titanium alloy. However, which titanium alloy? Firstly, we know that Wolverine is magnetically affected by Magneto, thus there must be a significant component of ferromagnetic metal in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106882691067070924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106882691067070924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882691067070924' title='Adamantium - suitable for bicycle frames?'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106878270066793873</id><published>2003-11-14T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:36:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No music to go with this, if I have the time I'll think it up1:We never knew how it would endThe days, when we crammed our hearts with silver mirror images of content2:We had the the whites still in our eyesAs friends, we never meant to hurtWe had no daggers behind our backsBridge:The stars, they have fallen from the skies,Like the glitter from your eyes.Sometimes we have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106878270066793873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106878270066793873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878270066793873' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106870480644242671</id><published>2003-11-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:31:44.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--56 64.86 60 73.53--&gt;     INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.Introverted (I) 56% Extroverted (E) 44%Intuitive (N) 64.86% Sensing (S) 35.14%Thinking (T) 60% Feeling (F) 40%Perceiving (P) 73.53% Judging (J) 26.47%     Take Free Myers-Briggs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106870480644242671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106870480644242671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106870480644242671' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106869934198695062</id><published>2003-11-13T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:55:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lim peh ka li kong ah, don't work so hard until you lose sight of life itself. Watch matrix with me lah. 4 days, and sure got time one, no need to study so much, play a bit, relax, it helps you study better.Lim peh ka li kong ah, life is more than study study study.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106869934198695062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106869934198695062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869934198695062' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106863498677663418</id><published>2003-11-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:18:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Advanced Big Five Personality Test Results     Sociability |||||| 30%   Gregariousness |||||||||||||||| 62%   Assertiveness |||||||||||| 42%   Activity Level |||||||||||| 46%   Excitement-Seeking |||||||||||||||||| 78%   Cheerfulness |||||||||||| 46%   Extroversion |||||||||||| 50%   Trust |||||||||||| 46%   Morality |||||||||||||||||||| 82%   Altruism |||||||||||||||| 66%   Cooperation ||||||</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106863498677663418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106863498677663418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106863498677663418' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106855188994950224</id><published>2003-11-11T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:58:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the very doable maths paper, it was the terribly difficult chemistry paper.I feel like crap. I feel fucking stupid. So how? I tried as hard as my effort could take me. But.... but..... sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106855188994950224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106855188994950224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106855188994950224' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106847730720632941</id><published>2003-11-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:20:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Personality Disorder Test Results    Paranoid |||||||||||| 50%    Schizoid |||||||||||||||| 66%    Schizotypal |||||||||||||||| 70%    Antisocial |||||||||||||||||||| 82%    Borderline |||||||||||||||| 70%    Histrionic |||||||||||| 50%    Narcissistic |||||||||||| 42%    Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 62%    Dependent |||||||||||||| 54%     Obsessive-Compulsive  |||||||||| 38%       Take Free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106847730720632941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106847730720632941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847730720632941' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106845906505131533</id><published>2003-11-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:11:02.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How shalt I describe the rather painless struggle of the battle of numbers? Like a knife into cold butter, though not too hot a knife. It's like, a little slippery, but once you get the blace through - there you have it, a cleanly-sliced sliver of butter.I knew how to do everything, which is a Good Thing for someone as unaccquainted with nummbers as I am. There were little struggles here and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106845906505131533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106845906505131533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106845906505131533' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106834818004523543</id><published>2003-11-09T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T11:35:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger isn't publishing posts properly again.Maths tomorrow. Wish me luck.Weird things is, I dreamt that I was trying to do the A level Physics Practical, and ended up not doing the paper cause I didn't know anything and I was panicking and all. There were questions I saw but didn't understand at all. Then it was like, I awoke, fell asleep, then dreamt part II, where I was like, trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106834818004523543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106834818004523543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106834818004523543' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106828788454877341</id><published>2003-11-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T18:38:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Chem and Bio day. Yesterday was stats and bio. So yeah, slow but steady.Sigh.The world will be better someday.And my PC too. Defragmenting doesn't help any. Still as slow. What's the price of a low-end PC? I need to earn that moolah in NS. Parents won't pay. And I still owe them about $80.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106828788454877341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106828788454877341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828788454877341' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106814271680843062</id><published>2003-11-07T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:18:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today. Woke up at 12. Am becoming nocturnal.Rained. And rained. Then rained again. At 1pm the sun was at its strongest, and in minutes it was a downpour. Wonder what had made the skies so mad. Slacked around, couldn't concentrate on Physics. Gee.Rain stopped, dirtied my bike riding it through the endless puddles and the post-rain fog and darkness was really depressing. Fogged up air, fogged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106814271680843062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106814271680843062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814271680843062' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106800611699705709</id><published>2003-11-05T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:21:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever. I've ended the record, but then I feel better now. It's so loserish but I do what I have to.Today I'm gonna mug all the way, time is running out tick tick tick.Rammaging the fridge for some semblance of a lunch again. Life will get better, I hope.I hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106800611699705709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106800611699705709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800611699705709' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106796915519055994</id><published>2003-11-05T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:40:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been days since I've blogged about myself (read: whined and bitched and moaned) so it's a good sign, I hope.So I've finished organic chem (I think) and am gonna start on physics, and inorg chem, and the rest of stats, and maybe calculus again. Sad to say my pace is rather disappointing, not being able to concentrate and all. Yup, not enough of those neurotransmitters diffusing across the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106796915519055994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106796915519055994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796915519055994' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106791599066791156</id><published>2003-11-04T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:48:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suprisingly, the furore over the medical decisions made over Lee Kuan Yew's wife's stroke seems rather subdued, despite the sheer gravity of the situation.The wife of Singapore's Senior Minister, Mdm Kwa Geok Choo had suffered a stroke in the United Kingdom on the night of October 25, and was given what can only be considered to be special VIP treatment, before being flown by aeroplane back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106791599066791156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106791599066791156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791599066791156' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106787481890181245</id><published>2003-11-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:53:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In reply to some internet forum topic about the disgusting facts of raw meat preparation (cow eyeballs and noses are used in meat patties, low-grade meat is often made from using water jets to scrape off meat from bones which ends up as a gooey grey paste coloured red artificially, large fractions of hamburger patties testing positive for bacterial forms, etc):Anyway you have to admit, not many</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106787481890181245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106787481890181245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787481890181245' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106777302311743569</id><published>2003-11-02T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:37:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself" - Mary Schmich, better known as the original author of Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106777302311743569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106777302311743569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106777302311743569' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106770210764446755</id><published>2003-11-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:55:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let us put our heads down and be gloomy around you.You are one morbid, perhaps depressingcharacter. Your dark mind causes you to talkabout things of the same subject. Others(myself included) may not mind your talk andfind it interesting to talk to you since deathis just a natural thing. Yes, death fascinatesyou, but there is no need to keep bringing itupon people about their own demise. You may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106770210764446755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106770210764446755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770210764446755' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106767483999811517</id><published>2003-11-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T16:20:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm unwell. As in physically. My GI tract is acting up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106767483999811517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106767483999811517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106767483999811517' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106762371010938449</id><published>2003-11-01T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:08:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate waiting. It's always me who waits, me being one of those few who still believes in punctuality and niceness and all. Most importantly of all, I know how much it sucks to be waiting. Just waited 45 minutes today for some self-absorbed girl who's too involved in her own world to show understanding that the world is more than just a sanctuary for her whims and fancies. Everyone tries to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106762371010938449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106762371010938449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106762371010938449' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106753841791678038</id><published>2003-10-31T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T02:52:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're a Singaporean student taking the Biology A-levels this year, then you probably already know. The practical paper is the most fucked-uped, screwded, crappiest paper ever done in recent history of JC students here. Experiment 1 was undoable, and the whole school was in a frentic panic. Irregularity reports galore. Dead beans, beans respiring too fast, everything possible. Respiratory </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106753841791678038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106753841791678038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106753841791678038' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106742487846586799</id><published>2003-10-29T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T02:26:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crammed about two thirds of what I have to today already, another 1/3 tonite. *I'm proud of myself. Who can study as hard as me in just one afternoon? All the theory topics I've covered already (they are IMPORTANT! Even in practicals.) So I'm left with a little animal histo and most of plant histo (much shorter than animal histo),  and biochem (no toughie).They played The Darkness's I Believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106742487846586799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106742487846586799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742487846586799' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106731490802747338</id><published>2003-10-28T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:24:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must. Make. Self. Study.Damn. Need concentration.Anyway this blog is slowly evolving into some music review thingie. (e.g. yesterday's sort-of-a Nick Hornby's 31 Songs, all literalists love music-- Philip Larkin's was a rabid jazz addict, Stephen King refers to songs of his era all over his books, so many books refer to various songs, and many go the whole nine yards to quote them.) Oh well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106731490802747338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106731490802747338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731490802747338' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106726843007960477</id><published>2003-10-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T00:00:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By chance, while I was looking for the latest songs of The Beautiful South (a British band that prides itself with its quirky lyrics, most notably that in the anti-anorexia Perfect 10), I sumbled across the song Song for Whoever which I recognised as one of those songs I grew up listening to. (The radio was perpetually switched on to Class 95, and I grew up on music. And radio. I was one of those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106726843007960477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106726843007960477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106726843007960477' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106725880636306347</id><published>2003-10-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:56:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KC's guide to overhauling bicycle pedals</title><summary type='text'>Notes: The alloy or plastic in the middle of the pedal is the pedal body. The long steel rod that goes through this is the spindle. Tools required:Philips screwdriver (large head)Flat screwdriver (small head)15mm long spanner12mm socket spannerGreaseTweezersRags and old newspapersDetergent/dishwashing liquid/degreaser (choose one) bath1. Remove pedals. This is done using a long 15mm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106725880636306347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106725880636306347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725880636306347' title='KC&apos;s guide to overhauling bicycle pedals'/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106719078918971555</id><published>2003-10-27T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T01:53:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm no one reads my blog. Cause everyone's busy mugging! Yaay what am I doing here. If you read this, leave a message so I know you're not as hardcore a mugger as the rest. Okies. Over and out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106719078918971555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106719078918971555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719078918971555' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106715786933718017</id><published>2003-10-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T17:44:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update of the juicy scandalous truth of how some 18 year-olds of our generation think:Him: no need you to reply to this.i dun bother to read your reply also. just think abt it :  arent you disgusting too - you trying to bring my self esteem down by saying im ugly etc...... isnt tt childish too? and its disgusting....where got pple say liddat. i've nv came across someone like you.yah...n i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106715786933718017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106715786933718017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106715786933718017' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106714569455863891</id><published>2003-10-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:22:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The reason I posted that song below, is that I don't know what the fuck it means, not having done unseen poetry (a.k.a. practical criticism) for two whole years. Is it about drugs? Or a father dependent on his son financially? Or a son lost in drug addiction? I dunno.And I've changed the template to black. Why? I'm sick of grey. White doesn't match the rest of the template. Black, however, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106714569455863891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106714569455863891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714569455863891' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106709759902223903</id><published>2003-10-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:59:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>elliot smith - needle in the hayyour hand on his armthe hay stack charm around your neckstrung out and thincalling some friend trying to cash some checkhe's acting dumbthat's what you've come to expectneedle in the hayneedle in the hayneedle in the hayneedle in the hayhe's wearing yr clotheshead down to toes a reaction to youyou say you know what he didbut you idiot kidyou don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106709759902223903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106709759902223903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709759902223903' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106702132028405846</id><published>2003-10-25T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:48:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most boringest factoid of the day:Svedberg units are non-additive. Which means, a unit made up of several subunits does not necessarily have the sum of the Svedberg units of the subunits. 70S ribosomes are made of 50S and 80S ribosomes, in prokaryotic cells. (Courtesy of Mr Nah Seang Chew)I'm hooked on friendster. If you want me to connect you tag something in my tagboard! I hope the friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106702132028405846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106702132028405846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702132028405846' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106692994258118466</id><published>2003-10-24T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T01:25:42.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeder - My Perfect DayGot this dagger in my backThe blade inside me burningChange these colours in my headTurn to face the real thingSo what about me? (I can't take it)What I wanna be? (I won't make it)What about me? (I can't take it)Hear me when I speak (I won't make it)But sometimes I feel it, you know how it isWake up in the morning, everything fitsI'm still hoping tomorrow feels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106692994258118466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106692994258118466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692994258118466' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106692458783072017</id><published>2003-10-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T23:56:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest in Peace Elliot Smith (1969-2003)I didn't know your songs till today. But I see what you mean. And if it's what you wanted then I wish you the best.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106692458783072017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106692458783072017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692458783072017' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106683986014852556</id><published>2003-10-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T01:49:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of course I want to be happy. Don't be stupid; we're all programmed the same way. Happiness triggers serotonin, noradrenaline (and other neurotransmitters) production, and naturally, the neurones crave that. No one wants to be unhappy. Everyone wants to be happy. And to do happy things. And to read happy stories. And to see all the ones they know happy, as vicarious experiences of joy never fail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106683986014852556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106683986014852556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683986014852556' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106673312691835064</id><published>2003-10-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T18:50:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup Physics was ok, though my results might be off or something. I will survive. (Though no referrence to that gay/feminist/whatever anthem , if you're wondering.)Went to the new bikeshop at Ghim Moh, met this guy there - who I talked to on IRC yesterday - for the first time. Hmm cool. Yeah it's a nice bike shop, the owner's real friendly and all but too bad the stocks haven't arrived. He says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106673312691835064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106673312691835064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106673312691835064' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106666012351065818</id><published>2003-10-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:28:43.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm mentally scarred for life. I cycled into a mass orgy this afternoon. 10 individuals fondling each other and everything. OK. They were monkeys, but still it's sick. OK it's not that bad, I'm not exactly traumatised, more like shocked in a curious way. Damn too bad I didn't have a camera with me.I've got new shoes Reebok. $50. It's going to be my beater shoes. They look like they can shed mud</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106666012351065818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106666012351065818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666012351065818' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106663842456884693</id><published>2003-10-20T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:27:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling bloody fat. Am going to be on bike for the rest of the afternoon, then I'll mug after dinner.Everything's roughly A-ok (except my fatness, and studies etc...) and nothing special happened. I won't be blogging until something shakes the world out of its usual dormancy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106663842456884693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106663842456884693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106663842456884693' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106655028350264225</id><published>2003-10-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:58:03.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damnit. Can't get myself to mug.Anyway today I keh kiang (acting smart, in Singlish-speak) tried to straighten my chainrings on my bicycle by tightening bolts, even though the wobble is rather insignificant (less significant that the flexing that occurs due to heavy pedalling), and it didn't really work. Oh well... my cranks are rather sucky. I want those Race Face Prodigy ones, but they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106655028350264225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106655028350264225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106655028350264225' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106646106334798802</id><published>2003-10-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T15:11:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breathless. Tired. Weak. Fatigued. And only after 33km. That's what they call bonking out, when the blood glucose drops too low to sustain any more heavy exertion. That is usually caused by a lack of intake of carbohydrates, and constant replenishment of sugars are often recommended to prevent this. In cycling terms, that means eating a snack or something every now and then.Another problem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106646106334798802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106646106334798802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106646106334798802' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106640844905205076</id><published>2003-10-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:34:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Sleep strikes me at the most unknown moments, i.e. lying on the sofa. My last memory before I remembered was planning to go upstairs to mug Bio.2. My phone never fails to register a SMS when I sleep. Then I wake up to reply, and fall asleep in ten seconds flat. The ability to switch states so rapidly intrigues me.3. Everytime I fall asleep at imopportune times my coffee stays undrunk - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106640844905205076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106640844905205076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640844905205076' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106639185174205949</id><published>2003-10-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:57:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like a failure. Oh wait I am one.If I were to be judged by my achievements in school, I am a failure. I'm not good enough at anything. Chemistry Olympiad was a mere Bronze. And the Engineering project? It did not amount to anything at all. One year, and nothing came out of it. My academics are crap, and I can't even score for GP anymore. It shows in the CCA records draft we got back. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106639185174205949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106639185174205949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106639185174205949' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106631992738868264</id><published>2003-10-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T23:58:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Race doctor Gerard Porte estimates that the cyclists drink around six litres per day " - www.cyclingnews.com about the Tour de France.That's not surprising at all. In fact, I think that's a low figure for the pros, considering that I myself had downed six litres of water today myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106631992738868264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106631992738868264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631992738868264' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106631964928809371</id><published>2003-10-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T23:54:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The problem with cycling is, it's hard to stop.I wanted to have a short morning cycle of about 30 km so I set off, and on a whim I decided to go to the Fort Road trail. But due to the previous days of rain and all, it was all muddied up and impassable, and I had to turn back. Made the mike and my shoes really muddy in the process - as in, REALLY muddy. Then realised that my little baggie was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106631964928809371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106631964928809371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631964928809371' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106620705961555694</id><published>2003-10-15T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T18:53:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm giving up on blogspot. It's down like half the time. So any suggestions for a new host? I've looked through these:Diaryland - stable, reliable, but multiple page system is rudimentary, and archives are a pain to accessPitas - Lack of prefab templates, not popularBlogger + Tripod (my old blog used that, and so does Shawn's) - 2-3 popups every load. No go. Used to be 1-2 but it got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106620705961555694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106620705961555694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106620705961555694' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106602379534417698</id><published>2003-10-13T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:43:14.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ankle's better. Just regreased my bike hubs and chain this morning, always wanted to make that stiff front wheel spin better. So I can go on on my regime to make myself a better cyclist.Yesterday I thought about her... I was listening to New Radical's Someday You'll Know, and as some of you know, Mandy Moore once did a cover of it. She used to like Mandy Moore's songs I remember, though I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106602379534417698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106602379534417698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602379534417698' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106596765857971685</id><published>2003-10-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:12:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouch. Hobbling around the house. Destroyed my left ankle due to a failed attempt to cycle up a 20+% hill using a 42-12 gear ratio - sheer idiocy. Wasn't really hurting until today, and the self-prescribed mefenamic acid doesn't seem to be effective in anything except making me sleepy. I've walk with my heel sort of raised, and that sucks.So I'm slacking again, which is very disappointing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106596765857971685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106596765857971685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106596765857971685' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106592688163332127</id><published>2003-10-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T10:54:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 more days to Chem Pract and I haven't really started touching the Chem stuff. Boy I'm screwed; gonna force myself to magically become familiar with the stuff again. Actually, I'm not in too bad a shape w.r.t. Chem Pract, but still I'd feel guilty if I don't put in my best, so there, I'm going to mug evisceratively (i.e. mug my guts out) until Tuesday. Yea I've just invented a new word.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106592688163332127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106592688163332127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592688163332127' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106585868898968423</id><published>2003-10-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T15:51:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tap my skull and it sounds hollow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106585868898968423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106585868898968423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106585868898968423' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106585087189485782</id><published>2003-10-11T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T13:41:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As we get ushered into the new millennium people get busier and more hurried and more anxious thus the are no breaks just automations working day into night and night into day with no concern for rest as rest is costly in these days where time is money and money is an absloute necessity we slog day after day without looking forward as our eyes are too accustomed to the bleak future of hunger and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106585087189485782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106585087189485782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106585087189485782' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106576483066255871</id><published>2003-10-10T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T13:47:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People live, people die. People love, people hate. People are born, people are killed. People live in the bliss of their childhood, people lie waiting in hospices. People fight for their lives, people forsake their own lives. People laugh, people cry. And really, are exams that important afterall?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106576483066255871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106576483066255871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106576483066255871' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106571266148702970</id><published>2003-10-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:22:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell assembly today. And guess what. Guest-of-honour is none other than our beloved RI Headmaster Mr. Wong Siew Hoong. Somehow, today, I'm missing RI more than RJ, when I'm supposed to miss RJ.In ihis usual style, he started the speech with a 'story', which is his trademark for all RI assemblies. And of course, such stories try to be humourous but often end up being lame. Lame, as in, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106571266148702970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106571266148702970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571266148702970' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106560562616196655</id><published>2003-10-08T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T17:36:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the pebblesWe're all pebbles in a stack,Born with the waves for a soundtrack,Where the winds and skies are surreal art,But they hurt us and wash us apart.A pebble sinking slowly into the azure blue,Pebbles losing each other without any cue,Drifting into the oceans we'll all be alone,Or dead on the caked sand, if luck would condone.We know what becomes of our friends,We know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106560562616196655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106560562616196655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106560562616196655' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106553708839947664</id><published>2003-10-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:36:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Afternoon naps are great. But being the weird me, I got a leg cramp while asleep in a position even a contortionist would fear. Ouch. Now I walk in a limp. I'm prone to cramps.I just read this book Logic for Beginners, one of a series of graphic nonfiction that explains philosophies, etc. Was a rather interesting read, gives you insight into what's really logical and what's not. The human brain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106553708839947664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106553708839947664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106553708839947664' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106550856965628503</id><published>2003-10-07T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T14:36:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaay. Stained my shirt with a small spot of blood this morning, don't ask. Anyway this morning we had to do this crappy survey by the National Institiute of Education (NIE) about the concerns of JC students. They asked crap about family particulars, how I get along with my family, my future aspirations and how I find school. 28 pages' worth of survey questions. Glad I got to missed part of GP, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106550856965628503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106550856965628503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550856965628503' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106543732173521786</id><published>2003-10-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:48:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK so here goes. In chronological order.Bio - a low B. Yaay. I'm supposed to be good at Bio, and it's one of my better papers this time. But about the whole class scored higher Bs. Or an A. The essay questions I sucked at, the structured questions I sucked at&gt; I used to be good at them.GP - A very low A2. So now I no longer get good grades for GP. Teh whole class generally improved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106543732173521786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106543732173521786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106543732173521786' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106536122699769952</id><published>2003-10-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:44:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think, chatting on IRC to fellow cyclists is one of the best ways to pass time. It gets funny often, crazily funny sometimes (www.bash.org type of funny) and it's relaxed. Man, this is nice.I'm listening to Dido. WTH? I never expected myself to end up liking Dido. Or Starsailor. Or the New Radicals. I think, if you listen to any music often enough, you will inevitably notice its nice points. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106536122699769952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106536122699769952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536122699769952' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106534144736115222</id><published>2003-10-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T16:31:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished reading Fahrenheit 451, wasn't really thrilled with it; couldn't identify well with it plus I'm rather sick of those themes already. And the melodramatic style of the 1950s, I don't really appreciate that.The weather's screwed up, as hot as erm... what's 451 degrees F in Celsuis? Seriously, it's so terrible I'm think I'm not going to go cycling this evening, if it's still hot at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106534144736115222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106534144736115222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106534144736115222' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106533303460364528</id><published>2003-10-05T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:50:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some excerpts:......I don’t want to fall asleep. If I do, It’ll probably be the end of it all. Or at least, that is the word that goes around............It’s just an old wives’ tale, but really, when you’re lying on the gurney on top of the blood-soaked gauze, looking at the shredded stump which used to be your left arm, clasping the rusty metal rod that had punctured your lung with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106533303460364528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106533303460364528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533303460364528' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106527426131079106</id><published>2003-10-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:46:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the thought of Monday, and it's only Saturday. You see, Prelims results are going to be out. And I know I screwed them up. And I mean it. I'm not one of those who acts humble/lies/deceives/whatever and I'd tell you if I know I'm going to ace a subject. Perhaps I'll come out alive for Bio, but the rest are plain sad.Reason? They were hard papers, I couldn't get myself to really focus to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106527426131079106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106527426131079106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106527426131079106' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106525418488686706</id><published>2003-10-04T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T15:56:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great. I wasted all my time making this silly label for my bike. I'm a winner, man. Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106525418488686706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106525418488686706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106525418488686706' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106515075039515545</id><published>2003-10-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T11:17:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see, was thinking how poor I am and now let's see what I would buy if I had infinite amounts of money at my disposal:1. A better computer2. All of Stereophonic's, Starsailors's, Oasis's, Staind's, Feeder's albums, and the New Radicals album. And concert tickets to any band I want to watch, and air tickets to the venues3. A nice country house in Scotland4. A Jaguar or a Lamborghini or a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106515075039515545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106515075039515545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106515075039515545' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106510366417630174</id><published>2003-10-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T22:55:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went out again, better to go out than to lose my sanity sitting in a corner at home and doing crazy shit. Went out with another bunch of friends - Weizhen, Shijia, Tze Guan, Zhiyong. We went Kino@Bugis and read crappy Japanese language humour book - they had one called Making Out in Japanese, they had these phrases (English and japanese equivalents side-by-side) that could conceivably (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106510366417630174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106510366417630174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510366417630174' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106502365693729161</id><published>2003-10-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T00:41:49.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Infernal Affairs 2 isn't as good as the first, but admittedly it's decent, despite it not having any real focus - it doesn't develop on any clear theme and does nothing much more than to tell a story. Towards the end the writers seemed to have run out of ideas, and continuity suffered, and there were a couple of glaring cases where they used miracles and coincidences to wrap an idea up, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106502365693729161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106502365693729161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502365693729161' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106498698025084117</id><published>2003-10-01T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T13:42:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK so I'm not watching Pirates of the Caribbean but Infernal Affairs 2 later this afternoon. Hope nobody backs out, or I'm going to personally maul all of them to death. Yaay.I need a Lizardskin chainstay protector for my bike! Any cheap lobang?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106498698025084117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106498698025084117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106498698025084117' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106490562839206276</id><published>2003-09-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:07:08.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random points:1. Prelims are over. I got cheated for Chem S. They tested stuff that doesn't usually come out which is almost never tested as a basis for a question in the actual exams. And there was no choice of questions. Ran out of questions I could do like 45 minutes before the end so I drew the devil and wrote crap on my question paper. Great. Guess what I'm getting - unclassified. 2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106490562839206276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106490562839206276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106490562839206276' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106475719816093039</id><published>2003-09-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:53:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people are nuts: http://www.delphion.com/galleryarchAnyway today was a slack day, woke up at 7.30 am (supposed to be 6.30 but alarm set wrongly damn!) to have an early cycle, did my Sunday Morning Road Loop (Braddell Serangoon area) and the Bishan Park-Sin Ming Loop. I'm getting weak; I can't like cycle continuously at a reasonable road speed without taking rests. Especially uphills I die </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106475719816093039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106475719816093039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475719816093039' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106467770566536503</id><published>2003-09-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:48:25.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm halfway through my short story, actually more like 1/5 my way through it, and I hope I complete it by end of next week.Anyway goodnites, I've got lots to cycle tomorrow, from early morning onwards, gotta become stronger. If I build myself up physically and mentally by cycling maybe then life won't bring me down as much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106467770566536503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106467770566536503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106467770566536503' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106458375708888674</id><published>2003-09-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:42:36.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The more I think, the more I find life pointless. I used to think that death is equally pointless, after having seen at close-up the aftermath of an intentional death. Now I'm not so sure anymore.I have to stop thinking about it. Gotta distract myself, gotta think about other stuff, gotta immerse myself in other thoughts, gotta knock myself out if all fails. But it's definitely not good to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106458375708888674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106458375708888674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458375708888674' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106449643573981018</id><published>2003-09-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:27:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a good idea for a short story. I'm currently downing books on how to write fiction. I hope I'll come up with something decent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106449643573981018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106449643573981018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449643573981018' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106448747444986264</id><published>2003-09-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T20:26:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have not been out in such a gloomy rainy day in quite a long time. Today, I was in Orchard Road with my friends.The last non S-paper was over today, Biology MCQ, by an unearthly time of 9.30 am. Then we decided to go somewhere special, and Orchard it was, after loads of hemming and hawing. It rained really heavily when we were on the bus, and it didn't end until much much later. I'm not a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106448747444986264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106448747444986264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448747444986264' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106429898785764881</id><published>2003-09-23T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:36:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Blogspot refuses to work again, for the nth time.Anyway I screwed up Maths today, was totally lost in the whole paper, integration, statistics, didn't have much time to do everything since stats was unusually tough (yeah right Guanzheng, Stats is NOT always easy). Gonna get a low C or something like that, I'm terrible at Maths.By the time I took my bag from the locker most of those I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106429898785764881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106429898785764881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429898785764881' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106422812625467270</id><published>2003-09-22T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T19:29:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice things always start with 'Hey, I've got a crazy idea.". Then it's like, the response slowly builds up, and a group of people decided to do that crazy idea, with some modifications to the idea. And it's fun.So today Xuanrong Weizhen Yaofeng and I (since we all lived no more than 2 MRT stations from Bishan) went to Bishan central to eat (originally I wanted RI but then we didn't feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106422812625467270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106422812625467270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106422812625467270' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106412748713386588</id><published>2003-09-21T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:59:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugliest bike in the world: Trek ProjectOne custom bike</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106412748713386588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106412748713386588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412748713386588' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106404402693655280</id><published>2003-09-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T15:47:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling youIs the nature of my gameThe Rolling StonesEvil lurks behind every intention. Evil and hate. It's the world new order, peace and logic is passe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106404402693655280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106404402693655280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106404402693655280' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106399404573217586</id><published>2003-09-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T01:54:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click on Homemade Pong on the right sidebar. I've debugged it and added a feature to silence the irritating BGM. First programmed two years back, it was left to languish in ruins, until I finally corrected the bug today. Enjoy!(I feel guilty doing this in the middle of prelims, but I need to unwind right?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106399404573217586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106399404573217586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106399404573217586' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514454.post-106398556633124783</id><published>2003-09-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T23:42:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Biotech was okay I suppose, slightly on the good side. Not that I'm good at Bio though.Yesterday was a crap day. Really wanted to cycle, but the weather was like, against me or something. It poured throughout the day, and drats I did not close the window upstairs properly. Result: Wet bed, wet paper on the floor, wet floor, dripping wall, CD covers dappled with raindrops. Spent a hell lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106398556633124783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514454/posts/default/106398556633124783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleblackclouds.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398556633124783' title=''/><author><name>K. C.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/kinchungbarks/msndrac.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
