<?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-5460653</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:59.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dagger's take on things</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal musings and ramblings of a self confessed weird guy who likes taking pictures when inspiration hits him but would much rather hit the road for some cycling rather than study another business or marketing textbook unless it is something that gets his interest which is a lot of things especially general knowledge stuff, Last Chronicles of Thomas Convenent theories, backpacking trips as well as the occasional booker prize winner and oh yes, PS2 when I can find the time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113638118369111798</id><published>2006-01-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:26:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving House</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://dagger.wordpress.com/' title='Moving House'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113638118369111798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113638118369111798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113638118369111798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113638118369111798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving-house.html' title='Moving House'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113613992222122434</id><published>2006-01-02T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:59:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood series</title><summary type='text'>This was a long time ago, but I remember going home from school one day and switching on the TV for an afternoon of fun. I cannot be more than ten. A show was coming on, British by the looks of it. The first image I remember from the show was that of a train pulling away from a station. The shot then changed into the interior, where we were introduced to two brothers and two sisters, on their way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113613992222122434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113613992222122434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113613992222122434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113613992222122434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2006/01/childhood-series.html' title='Childhood series'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113453909317019410</id><published>2005-12-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:44:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before Mendoza, end of official trip</title><summary type='text'>Not much updates simply due to the insane amount of drinking and partying that goes on around here. If we were not at the club, we were drinking three dollar wines at the fourth floor pool area, making sure that if we do not sleep, no one else can. The trip itself was certainly fun, with the visits to the vineyard and the copper mine a particular highlight. The latter was especially interesting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113453909317019410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113453909317019410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113453909317019410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113453909317019410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-before-mendoza-end-of-official.html' title='Day before Mendoza, end of official trip'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113384006684085514</id><published>2005-12-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:18:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santiago</title><summary type='text'>After approximately thirty hours traveling, we finally touched down at Santiago International Airport. The long trip was made all the more excitable by the uncertainties of making our connecting flight at Buenos Aires due to a three hour delay taking off from KLIA. Apparently, a new ruling came into effect at the start of the month requiring all PRCs who's transisting South Africa to have a visa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113384006684085514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113384006684085514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113384006684085514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113384006684085514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/12/santiago.html' title='Santiago'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113353492026432336</id><published>2005-12-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:49:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More new toys</title><summary type='text'>First she got this. For those in the know, you should know what a big deal this is. For those not in the know, well, its a big deal. A guy got it for her. I look at it in her room and still can't believe its actually there. Who would do such a thing? Truly, love is blind...    Or sweet.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/or-as-they-say-dot-dot-dot.html' title='More new toys'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113353492026432336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113353492026432336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113353492026432336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113353492026432336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-new-toys.html' title='More new toys'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113353356132100629</id><published>2005-12-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:26:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 24 hours......</title><summary type='text'>I will be in the air, on my way halfway around the world.I should have said what I want to say. Unless I chicken out. Which is the most likely case.I would have completed my last act as a student.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113353356132100629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113353356132100629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113353356132100629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113353356132100629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-24-hours.html' title='In 24 hours......'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113224940241034267</id><published>2005-11-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:43:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More insufferableness</title><summary type='text'>See the new button on the right, below the banners?I like cats. I like the people at Cat Welfare Society (Hi Mr and Mrs Lee! *grinz*) So if you share those two aspects of mine, donate generously would you?sleeping catTimor Lestehttp://www.flickr.com/photos/daggerrr/-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------What is worst than being an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113224940241034267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113224940241034267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113224940241034267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113224940241034267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-insufferableness.html' title='More insufferableness'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113197258090902737</id><published>2005-11-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:49:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's pissed and I don't blame her. I deserves what she has to dish out onto me. But you? Why are you piss? Because I pushed you to come out? Is that it?! Is it so hard for you to just meet up for a while?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113197258090902737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113197258090902737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113197258090902737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113197258090902737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/shes-pissed-and-i-dont-blame-her.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113196785729090745</id><published>2005-11-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:31:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever get one of those moments where you feel like general piece of excretment and thinking that you were no better than the scum of the earth?Today's one of those days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113196785729090745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113196785729090745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113196785729090745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113196785729090745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-get-one-of-those-moments-where.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113190187543519143</id><published>2005-11-13T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:21:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After some time......</title><summary type='text'>Well, now that the annual depression is over, I have to start facing life as a quarter centenarian. Crossed the magic marker last Thursday, a week which itself was only remarkable in that the project report after compilation was as atrocious as only a few others I have encountered before in my entire school life. Convoluted sentence structure that goes nowhere, repetitions of terms, inconsistent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113190187543519143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113190187543519143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113190187543519143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113190187543519143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-some-time.html' title='After some time......'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113188942994566651</id><published>2005-11-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:52:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 words</title><summary type='text'>I know that your hiding things      Using gentle words to shelter me      Your words were like a dream      But dreams could never fool me      Not that easily                                         I acted so distant then      Didn't say goodbye before you left      But I was listening      You fight your battles far from me      Far too easily                       "Save your tears cause I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113188942994566651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113188942994566651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113188942994566651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113188942994566651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/1000-words.html' title='1000 words'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-113173210150884556</id><published>2005-11-12T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:01:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent</title><summary type='text'>http://rentsoundtrack.net/It actually looks good...</summary><link rel='related' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/seasons-of-love.html' title='Rent'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/113173210150884556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=113173210150884556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113173210150884556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/113173210150884556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/11/rent.html' title='Rent'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112879231179758959</id><published>2005-10-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:31:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or as they say, dot dot dot</title><summary type='text'>It's vaguely disturbing how I can see her new toy on her blog, turn around and see it sitting next to me on the floor for the very first time.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://medusah.blogspot.com/2005/09/multimedia-message.html' title='Or as they say, dot dot dot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112879231179758959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112879231179758959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112879231179758959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112879231179758959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/or-as-they-say-dot-dot-dot.html' title='Or as they say, dot dot dot'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112870890574038311</id><published>2005-10-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:38:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts in the middle of the night</title><summary type='text'>ALL                Forget regret or life is yours to miss   GORDON  Excuse me Paul -- I'm having a problem with thisThis credo -- My T-cells are low --I regret that news, okay?PAUL         AlrightBut Gordon - How do you feel today?GORDON  What do you mean?PAUL         How do you feel today?GORDON  OkayPAUL         Is that all?GORDON  Best I've felt all yearPAUL         Then why choose fear?GORDON</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112870890574038311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112870890574038311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112870890574038311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112870890574038311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/thoughts-in-middle-of-night_08.html' title='Thoughts in the middle of the night'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112861914650853144</id><published>2005-10-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:19:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havens</title><summary type='text'>The psalm that you refer to. It speaks of shelter, of seeking refuge. Are you looking for a haven? After the beatings and tribulations of the last week? A place to rest, where you can be yourself, confide in someone, perhaps even a shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic ear to listen to your pains.Can I ever be your haven?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112861914650853144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112861914650853144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112861914650853144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112861914650853144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/havens.html' title='Havens'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112810451136137284</id><published>2005-10-01T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:16:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining in love</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what it is,but I distrust myselfwhen I start to like a girla lot.It makes me nervous.I don't say the right thingsor perhaps I startto examine,evaluate,computewhat I am saying. &lt;- TrueIf I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"and she says, "I don't know,"I start thinking : Does she really like me? &lt;- I think that all the timeIn other wordsI get a little creepy. &lt;- Hahaha, so me!A </summary><link rel='related' href='http://empirezine.com/spotlight/brautigan/brau-intro.htm' title='It&apos;s raining in love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112810451136137284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112810451136137284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112810451136137284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112810451136137284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-raining-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s raining in love'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112810263073481010</id><published>2005-10-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:50:30.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A musical universe</title><summary type='text'>The thought came to me on a rainy day. The bus was making its way down the road towards Borders where I was going on a Thursday afternoon to purchase the latest readings. On the second floor, there was only a couple to the back; I don't have to describe what they are doing here. No sound blared from the speakers above me and the images on the plasma screen went ahead with their silent motions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112810263073481010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112810263073481010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112810263073481010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112810263073481010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/10/musical-universe.html' title='A musical universe'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112792237185798956</id><published>2005-09-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:46:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note? Part II</title><summary type='text'>Well, what was I to expect? Certainly let my imagination got away with it for a while...... But like she said, at least we are talking again. Things have certainly changed a lot since then. Yet, I can't find it in my heart to let go. This will probably make things worse in the future but...I guess this explains a lot.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/note.html' title='A note? Part II'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112792237185798956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112792237185798956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112792237185798956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112792237185798956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/note-part-ii.html' title='A note? Part II'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112784414663522575</id><published>2005-09-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:02:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a while..</title><summary type='text'>You learn the difference, subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t always mean security And you begin to learn that kisses arent  contractsAnd presents arent promises    And you begin to accept your defeatWith you head held up and your eyes aheadWith the grace of an adult not the grief of a child And you learn to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112784414663522575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112784414663522575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112784414663522575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112784414663522575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-while.html' title='After a while..'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112783714430618841</id><published>2005-09-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:05:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note?</title><summary type='text'>Curiouser and curiouser...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112783714430618841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112783714430618841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112783714430618841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112783714430618841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/note.html' title='A note?'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112783600558635253</id><published>2005-09-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:46:45.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomp</title><summary type='text'>Surprisingly good acoustics was marred by the less than enthusiastic crowd. The act itself has certainly aged less well than I recall. While sitting next to the speakers made for an interesting aural experience, the energy emitted was limited and lacking.Ultimately? Disappointing if you've seen them before. But if it is your first time, there is nothing quite like it out there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112783600558635253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112783600558635253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112783600558635253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112783600558635253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/stomp.html' title='Stomp'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112775704629061700</id><published>2005-09-27T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:37:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamics</title><summary type='text'>At Carl's Jr, even the topics discussed is bigger.It was surprising how many people turned up in school after the previous night/morning's activites but that's the nature of this school (or at the very least, its students) So I met you, you, you and you who decided to ask me out for dinner.Over dinner, we discussed many issues close to our heart. I decide to tell you a few things which I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112775704629061700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112775704629061700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112775704629061700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112775704629061700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/dynamics.html' title='Dynamics'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112775085707367560</id><published>2005-09-26T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:57:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we hope for things that can never be yours</title><summary type='text'>Because we are only human.Because without it, what else do we have but despair?Because there is no resolution.Because we don't want to give up hope.Because maybe, just maybe, the feelings will be reciprocated one day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112775085707367560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112775085707367560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112775085707367560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112775085707367560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-we-hope-for-things-that-can_26.html' title='Why do we hope for things that can never be yours'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112766855431459700</id><published>2005-09-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:39:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Presentation</title><summary type='text'>That I left till the last minute and cost me three sleepless nights.That a student praised as very good, containing lots of information and the presenters knowing their stuff well.That the prof said was one of the most detailed he had ever seen. It wasn't that good really.That was full of cold jokes. That fell flat.That's finally over. With the next one exactly one week later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112766855431459700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112766855431459700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112766855431459700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112766855431459700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/presentation.html' title='A Presentation'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112722563009465542</id><published>2005-09-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:24:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>How do I say this? How do I go about this? Thinking about it for ages does not make it any easier.I trusted you once. Even though you could never comfort me, even though when you didn't know what to do, I still treated you as a very good friend. We talked long hours, we hung out. There were moments of coldness, but we got over that.Until you told things I told you in trust to the ONE person you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112722563009465542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112722563009465542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112722563009465542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112722563009465542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112707283549362770</id><published>2005-09-19T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:12:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am that guy...</title><summary type='text'>... that fell in love with you, you and you.I am the guy whom you approached in a bookstore and totally surprised by talking to him. I am the guy who talked to you on the phone every single night for more than six months, listening to you wax lyrical about dreams and studies and parents and me. I am the guy who asked to be your boyfriend. I am the guy you rejected, only to be accepted when you </summary><link rel='related' href='http://tomorrow.sg/trackback/url/2408' title='I am that guy...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112707283549362770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112707283549362770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112707283549362770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112707283549362770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-that-guy.html' title='I am that guy...'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112689287390690815</id><published>2005-09-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T03:58:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution indeed</title><summary type='text'>The iPod nano has certainly been one of the highest anticipated tech news to come out of Silicon Valley in the last week. However, this, this and this from the Tokyo Game Show certainly is the most exciting announcement made in recent history. Even the announcement of the international launch dates for the Xbox 360 later this year could take the breeze out of Nintendo's sails.With the unique </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112689287390690815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112689287390690815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112689287390690815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112689287390690815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/revolution-indeed.html' title='Revolution indeed'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112681140613111429</id><published>2005-09-16T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T03:10:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses</title><summary type='text'>  There's two things I know for sure.  She was sent here from heaven,  and she's daddy's little girl.  As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,  she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.  And I thank God for all of the joy in  my life, But most of all, for...    Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.  Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.  "Walk beside the pony  daddy, it's my first </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/butterfly.htm' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112681140613111429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112681140613111429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112681140613111429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112681140613111429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112680965642799736</id><published>2005-09-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:45:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a man.</title><summary type='text'>He's just funny.Do the right thing</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.badmash.org/videos/videos.php?v=brown_guy.wmv&amp;t=Russell%20Peters%20is%20Funny' title='Be a man.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112680965642799736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112680965642799736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112680965642799736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112680965642799736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-man.html' title='Be a man.'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112681060355356355</id><published>2005-09-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:56:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalcy, or what seems to pass for it</title><summary type='text'>So you rose to the post. Hesitant, unsure, wondering if its the right thing to do. I look at you, tried to will you strength. There were delibrations. Awaiting a sign? Fear of the future? Fear of each other?We talked at the end of things. For moment, it seemed that the time between us slipped away and it was as if things had never been. You smiled, I laughed, we had a good time. I had a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112681060355356355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112681060355356355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112681060355356355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112681060355356355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/normalcy-or-what-seems-to-pass-for-it.html' title='Normalcy, or what seems to pass for it'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112664391260318221</id><published>2005-09-14T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:51:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of B and me Part II</title><summary type='text'>Long time ago, when my best friend last came back to Singapore, I had a long conversation with him. He had just left earlier in that year for his degree in the States, leaving me and the rest of us in National Slavery. On that bus trip, we talk about drugs, music and inevitably, the fairer sex. Of particular interest was how he found the philosophy section in Borders a great place to pick up </summary><link rel='related' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-b-and-me-part-i.html' title='Of B and me Part II'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112664391260318221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112664391260318221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112664391260318221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112664391260318221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-b-and-me-part-ii.html' title='Of B and me Part II'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112663899282528133</id><published>2005-09-14T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:16:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of things lost and that which could be</title><summary type='text'>Things are not much better.Everytime you walk by, my heart skips a beat. Much as I try to be at ease around you, I can't. Talking to you, I never know what to say, what is proper and what are taboo.We were close once, very close. But the distance between us now, that still take getting used to. There would be the occasional time you need help, and I jump at every opportunity to serve. Then there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112663899282528133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112663899282528133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112663899282528133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112663899282528133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-things-lost-and-that-which-could-be.html' title='Of things lost and that which could be'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112664204567743391</id><published>2005-09-10T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T04:07:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Youth Video Conference Series #1</title><summary type='text'>What: Video conference between youths of participating countries to promote dialogue and cross-cultural understanding hosted by the World Bank SingaporeParticipants: Japan (represented by Tokyo and Hiroshima), Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia, Timor Leste, Papa New Guinea and SingaporeTopic: Peace and Conflict: Lessons from the pastGiven the conflicts present in these participating countries' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112664204567743391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112664204567743391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112664204567743391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112664204567743391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-youth-video-conference-series-1.html' title='World Youth Video Conference Series #1'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112602937471924777</id><published>2005-09-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:44:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change the more they stay the same</title><summary type='text'>Coming to four weeks since the end of my 'epic' journey into the mountains of the Himalayas. While home was welcome, there has been a slight dissonance between things before I left and things since I came back. Funny how I did not experience the normal dissonance one feels after a long trip overseas like the sudden change back to a familiar culture and environment or jet lag or any one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112602937471924777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112602937471924777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112602937471924777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112602937471924777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The more things change the more they stay the same'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112439255708347621</id><published>2005-08-19T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T03:15:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;D Character</title><summary type='text'>I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf RangerAlignment:Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112439255708347621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112439255708347621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112439255708347621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112439255708347621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/08/dd-character.html' title='D&amp;D Character'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112404524817270328</id><published>2005-08-15T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:47:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><summary type='text'>Should really be sleeping now but a suspected bout of gastric flu is keeping me awake for the time being. The plane barely touched down three hours ago. Surroundings should feel weird but I don't feel any dissonance at all. Will update on the trip soon as I feel better. Cheers then.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112404524817270328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112404524817270328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112404524817270328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112404524817270328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112259967241136959</id><published>2005-07-29T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:14:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><summary type='text'>Cycling off now. Tata!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112259967241136959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112259967241136959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112259967241136959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112259967241136959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112251103314939200</id><published>2005-07-28T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:06:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lhasa: Day 2</title><summary type='text'>First of all, a correction. It was Jokhang Temple, not the Potala Palace that I visited yesterday. There is a difference between temples and monasteries in Tibet; the former are places of worship for the public while the latter are places where monks can meditate and study in peace. Jokhang temple is located in the middle of what is commonly termed as 'old Lhasa', the really charming part of town</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112251103314939200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112251103314939200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112251103314939200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112251103314939200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/lhasa-day-2.html' title='Lhasa: Day 2'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112242796929554727</id><published>2005-07-27T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:32:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorkha Hotel</title><summary type='text'>At 3500m above sea level, the air becomes thin enough for the body to manifest signs of Altitude Mountain Sickness, or AMS. Symptoms includes breathlessness, headaches, spells of dizziness and in more serious cases, constant vomiting and even coma, leading to death. Right now, at 3640m above sea level, all I can say I'm suffering from is breathlessness and massive disappointment at the weather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112242796929554727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112242796929554727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112242796929554727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112242796929554727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/gorkha-hotel.html' title='Gorkha Hotel'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112216319848544684</id><published>2005-07-24T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:59:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Himalayas</title><summary type='text'>Typing this from the airport terminal now. Will be taking off for Nepal in A while. See you all in twenty two days!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112216319848544684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112216319848544684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112216319848544684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112216319848544684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/off-to-himalayas.html' title='Off to the Himalayas'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112195531217327806</id><published>2005-07-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:15:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great bridge hands</title><summary type='text'>Player went on to bid for and won no trump. Promptly lost and laughed at by other playersAs a friend of mine puts it, this hand is great not just for bridge but tai di and poker as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112195531217327806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112195531217327806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112195531217327806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112195531217327806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-bridge-hands.html' title='Great bridge hands'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112189833909559014</id><published>2005-07-21T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:19:56.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty has been beamed up</title><summary type='text'>James Doohan has gone on to better things.So long Scotty. Who's going to keep the Enterprise together now that you're gone? Who's going to pull the away team's fat from the fire?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112189833909559014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112189833909559014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112189833909559014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112189833909559014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/scotty-has-been-beamed-up.html' title='Scotty has been beamed up'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112186562368224296</id><published>2005-07-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:20:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of my life</title><summary type='text'>It is over.Batch of 2005, it has been a fun four years. I couldn't bear to stay, not when it's almost like goodbye. Watching you guys go up and receive your degrees, part of me wonder if it's wise to postpone mine. Ah well, I get to enjoy the new buildings and you don't. Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112186562368224296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112186562368224296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112186562368224296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112186562368224296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-of-my-life.html' title='The time of my life'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112101208435384045</id><published>2005-07-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:53:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of stupid people and idiotic companies</title><summary type='text'>Back again. Foul up of the highest order on the travel company's part. We talk to A and made them confirm with B that we can bring our bikes onto the bus. But apparently, B is not the bus company, C is, and C denied ever agreeing to let us take our bikes, when they have a specific policy NOT to have bikes...Storming A's office tomorrow. War is hereby declared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112101208435384045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112101208435384045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112101208435384045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112101208435384045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-stupid-people-and-idiotic-companies.html' title='Of stupid people and idiotic companies'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112099104886619130</id><published>2005-07-10T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:24:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Updates Alert</title><summary type='text'>Not that it was very regular before...Anyway, be biking up and down Cameroon Highlands the next few days. Be back in a few.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112099104886619130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112099104886619130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112099104886619130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112099104886619130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/sporadic-updates-alert.html' title='Sporadic Updates Alert'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112076849239715645</id><published>2005-07-08T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T04:34:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night in school</title><summary type='text'>Everything's quiet.Listening to: Full Metal Alchemist and Gundam Seed Destiny OSTMusic's blasting. Friends are safe. Insomnia's curse. She's sleeping.Breakfast in five. Lunch in nine. Church in twenty. When will it end.Work to do, but reluctance took over.Despair creeps up, but faith holds at bay.Affection. Care. Concern. What's the use.Scare you off. Hold you near. What's a man to do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112076849239715645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112076849239715645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112076849239715645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112076849239715645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/night-in-school.html' title='Night in school'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112076958047484036</id><published>2005-07-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T04:53:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeeese~~~~~~</title><summary type='text'>Dinner tonight, brought to you by the Swiss House Singapore again.Dinner tonight was racqlet. I have no idea how to spell that but eat it with baby potatoes and pickled spring onions and its a heavenly experience.Dinner tonight with NY and the interns. NY won a prize, a $100 voucher at the cheese shop.Dinner in the near future will be fondue with day old bread and white wine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112076958047484036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112076958047484036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112076958047484036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112076958047484036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheeeeese.html' title='Cheeeeese~~~~~~'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112075702941616211</id><published>2005-07-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:40:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to face with him...</title><summary type='text'>... and all I could say was that we share the same birthday, twenty years apart.But we're talking about Neil Gaiman here! How freakin' cool is that? You have to understand, my birthday gave me more grief than happiness. It usually falls on the second week of November, which means final term exams. You know how when you were a kid, you were jumping for joy when your birthday approaches in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112075702941616211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112075702941616211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112075702941616211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112075702941616211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/face-to-face-with-him.html' title='Face to face with him...'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112050876523083727</id><published>2005-07-05T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T04:26:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Love</title><summary type='text'>I want this to work.Don't foul it up like you did Bicentennial Man.The trailer looks promising, but it could be the music.The scenes look right but Broadway theatrics may not translate well to screen.Please let it turn out fine."Forget regret, or life is yours to missNo other road, no other wayNo day but today" - Jonathan Larson</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/rent/high.html' title='Seasons of Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112050876523083727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112050876523083727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112050876523083727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112050876523083727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/seasons-of-love.html' title='Seasons of Love'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112046775047831721</id><published>2005-07-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:02:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek out</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a total geek.Just came back from watching War of the Worlds, or some people have it, WOW. Which accurately describes the movie in two ways:1. "WOW! This is one extremely freakin' good movie man! I haven't been this entranced since last week's blockbuster! The imagery were downright disturbing and frankly, this redeems A.I. totally!" Which was the way I felt all the way, until the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112046775047831721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112046775047831721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112046775047831721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112046775047831721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/07/geek-out.html' title='Geek out'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-112014278098800696</id><published>2005-06-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:54:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In between places</title><summary type='text'>One of the strange things about traveling is how disconnected you are from the traveling aspect of it. Think about it. You get onto a plane, sleep for a few hours and voila! You end up in a completely different place. It was a fascinating aspect of the whole moving around process. Then watching the part in the Truman Show where they talked about how they drugged Truman while they do a set change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/112014278098800696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=112014278098800696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112014278098800696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/112014278098800696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-between-places.html' title='In between places'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111998336117246430</id><published>2005-06-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:41:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a hard day night</title><summary type='text'>This is going to be a long post so forgive me. I may even break it up into a few different posts just to organise my thoughts. Too many things have been happening today and the feelings have been running the gamut to perplexity, joy, sadness and worry. Went back to my alma mater in the morning with two of my ex-classmates,E and EN. Both of them have just recently graduated and it was probably the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111998336117246430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111998336117246430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111998336117246430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111998336117246430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-hard-day-night.html' title='It&apos;s been a hard day night'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111987926122762669</id><published>2005-06-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:40:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><summary type='text'>Went cycling over the last week, hence the long absence. It was in interesting trip. One am amazed at the amount of drama that can happen between two people and their circle of friends. Quarrels, fights, stomping, erratic behavior on the verge of psychotic, even an attempted robbery and highway chase at night. Not to say that it was all bad though. Most of us had a good time. The triple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111987926122762669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111987926122762669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111987926122762669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111987926122762669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111880239345716669</id><published>2005-06-15T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:29:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole lot of shaking going on</title><summary type='text'>What's with all the earthquakes recently?Let's ignore the ones in Sumatra for the time being. Even though they have been quakes and aftershocks there with alraming frequency. Here's a recap of the shaking over the last one week.Sunday, Southern California, 5.5Monday, Chile, 7.9 - 9.5 depending on who you ask.Tuesday, Aleutian islands, Alaska, 6.8 tentativelyThree major earthquakes in as many days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111880239345716669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111880239345716669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111880239345716669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111880239345716669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/whole-lot-of-shaking-going-on.html' title='Whole lot of shaking going on'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111871497971279681</id><published>2005-06-14T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:09:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for Two</title><summary type='text'>So we met up over the weekend over a cup of tea. We went through the books, catching up, joking over people in the street. There were laughter and smiles, things almost seemed normal. It felt good talking to you like this again. But yet, as I see the scars of recent hurts on your face, and remnants of others on your body, my heart skipped a beat. And my resolve wavered.Should have known it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111871497971279681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111871497971279681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111871497971279681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111871497971279681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/tea-for-two.html' title='Tea for Two'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111813503906632269</id><published>2005-06-07T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:31:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of that world</title><summary type='text'>I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things, could be bad...Look at these stuff, isn't it neat?Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who has, everythingLook at this trove, treasures untoldHow many wonders can one cavern hold?Looking around here you think, sureShe's got everythingI got gadgets and gizmos a plentyI got whozits and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111813503906632269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111813503906632269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111813503906632269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111813503906632269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/06/part-of-that-world.html' title='Part of that world'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111745261529150888</id><published>2005-05-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T17:59:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of B and me Part I</title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve 1998. A conversation between me and my kan mei, a close and dear friend of mine. The topic for the day: my persistent singlehood. Her thoughts?"It's like this. You would make a very good husband, but you are not a terribly exciting boyfriend." To which another friend reply upon my telling of this anecdote, "Yeah, but don't you have to be a boyfriend before you can get to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111745261529150888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111745261529150888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111745261529150888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111745261529150888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-b-and-me-part-i.html' title='Of B and me Part I'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111709553850982079</id><published>2005-05-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:48:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you, Tomorrow..."</title><summary type='text'>Only realised this recently but...Well, not quite but my entry for the Singapore Blogger Convention 2005 naming contest has been accepted. Tomorrow Tea Party is doing quite well, thank you very much, at 10% of total votes as of now. Thank you all, those who voted for me. Funnily enough, jseng noted a similarity between it and a certain world changing event. yc even wrote a post on it. I must </summary><link rel='related' href='http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/05/23/singapore_bloggers_convention_20_1.html' title='&quot;Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you, Tomorrow...&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111709553850982079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111709553850982079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111709553850982079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111709553850982079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/tomorrow-tomorrow-i-love-you-tomorrow.html' title='&quot;Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you, Tomorrow...&quot;'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111698950678120208</id><published>2005-05-26T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:44:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the beginning</title><summary type='text'>"Dragon Wing reporting for watch keeping sir! Permission to enter the bridge.""Permission granted. IC, have your men been assigned their positions?""Yes sir.""Good. Take your positions. Charts are in the room at the back. Lookout, go ask the coxswain for a spare pair of binoculars."I stifled a yawn as I entered the darkness. It was close to the witching hour, and the rest of my batchmates were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111698950678120208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111698950678120208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111698950678120208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111698950678120208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-beginning.html' title='At the beginning'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111595460544757760</id><published>2005-05-13T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:12:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacker</title><summary type='text'>"Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living."- Miriam BeardOn the wall of my room, there is a map of the world. I bought it when I first came back from the U.S. It covers nearly the entire wall, and is always threatening to fall down from its weight. On it are marked various crosses in different colors, each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111595460544757760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111595460544757760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111595460544757760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111595460544757760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/backpacker.html' title='Backpacker'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111528654843650536</id><published>2005-05-05T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:41:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><summary type='text'>There was a time where I was not afraid to be alone. Not that I didn't have any friends or anything. Just that, I avoid the cliques that invariably form in most social situations. Meaning I do not hang out with any particular group exclusively to the extent of ostracising others as most were wont to do those days. Kept life interesting, as I thought then. Partly also due to the fact that I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111528654843650536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111528654843650536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111528654843650536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111528654843650536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111512193444186937</id><published>2005-05-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:05:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We pass by each other on the steps...</title><summary type='text'>... and barely glanced at each other. You were talking to your friends with food in your hands. I presume dinner with your meetings and plans. I was on my way to the canteen.It has been a while, yet it seemed like eternity. It was so different not that long ago, but everything has changed. Perhaps I could pretend; perhaps you could too. It will still be an illusion though. Broken cups can never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111512193444186937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111512193444186937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111512193444186937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111512193444186937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-pass-by-each-other-on-steps.html' title='We pass by each other on the steps...'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111484728952038829</id><published>2005-04-30T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:33:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has gone on before ::</title><summary type='text'>The more astute among you out there may have noticed that I haven't exactly been updating regularly, to put it mildly. What can I say? The blogging bug never really caught on with me. It was fun though to read posts from all over the blogosphere. But time passed. Things change and people grew. Much has happened the last one and half years of my life. I did things I never thought I would do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111484728952038829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111484728952038829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111484728952038829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111484728952038829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-has-gone-on-before.html' title='What has gone on before ::'/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-111390521283399702</id><published>2005-04-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:06:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One post a year. This oughta be good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/111390521283399702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=111390521283399702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111390521283399702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/111390521283399702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-post-year.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-109725119175154401</id><published>2004-10-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:59:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think I'm just not cut out for long rantings and typing in the etherspace of the world wide web. Something are just meant to be thought out in the head. But hey, if writing it out can clear the head, why not. Random rantings against the world is always fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/109725119175154401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=109725119175154401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/109725119175154401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/109725119175154401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2004/10/think-im-just-not-cut-out-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-108125846414671468</id><published>2004-04-06T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:37:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't update in almost nine months :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/108125846414671468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=108125846414671468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/108125846414671468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/108125846414671468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2004/04/havent-update-in-almost-nine-months-p.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105664994660152390</id><published>2003-06-27T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T01:52:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was supposed to be a bright and sunny day. And it was. So much so that the sun was shining brightly on all those who turned up for the inaugural Creative Warehouse Sale. Too bad people didn't get the hint and go away and let me go about buying stuff without partaking in the long wait. I supposed for cheap MP3 players, people would almost do anything, including lining up the night before to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105664994660152390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105664994660152390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105664994660152390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105664994660152390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/today-was-supposed-to-be-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105647652807519296</id><published>2003-06-25T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T01:42:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not enough action. I'm sorry Lee Ang, your movie was good but it lacks enough action. I would have thought that The Hulk would be a simple property to bring to the big screen compared to all the other Marvel properties like Spiderman and X-men. The movie was pretty dozy at parts, the hulk dogs were crappy (come on! Killer french poodles...) and the final fight was fake and contrived. CGI was okay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105647652807519296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105647652807519296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105647652807519296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105647652807519296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/not-enough-action.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105620935688912880</id><published>2003-06-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T23:29:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>800 pages of exposition. That's my take on Order of the Phoenix. Not that it's not any good, but frankly, it lacks the omph of the last four books. Not to say that it wasn't interesting. The surest sign of a good story is when you start to feel with the characters. And I cared about Harry. About how he hasn't had a single decent day in this book. About how he is getting all so angsty. About how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105620935688912880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105620935688912880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105620935688912880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105620935688912880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/800-pages-of-exposition.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105587250445233184</id><published>2003-06-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T04:46:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lvl 20 Huang Zhong's Bow, lxl 20 Tiger Amulet. Jie Ting and He Fei is the item hunting grounds of choice now.SAF Commando caught cheating. Tsk tsk... although all those who went through NS would know that this is nothing new. Click here for more details.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105587250445233184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105587250445233184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105587250445233184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105587250445233184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/lvl-20-huang-zhongs-bow-lxl-20-tiger.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105579034824689675</id><published>2003-06-17T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T03:05:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel good... Got Huang Zhong's and Diao Chan's lvl 10 weapons. Powered up my Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi some. Finally manages to upgrade my Ice orb to lvl 3, get lvl 20 Peacock Urn, Tortise Amulet within 20 mins no less... Taking my own sweet time to go through this game.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105579034824689675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105579034824689675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105579034824689675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105579034824689675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105568006648679937</id><published>2003-06-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T20:29:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have just gotta love this:Witch casts spell at Loch Ness MonsterIn other news:Concorde moves to SmithsonianSomething I've always wondered: if I am sitting on the nose of the Concorde and I give a shout, can the person in front of me hear me shout?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105568006648679937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105568006648679937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105568006648679937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105568006648679937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/you-have-just-gotta-love-this-witch.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105566007854178884</id><published>2003-06-15T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T14:54:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Climb up Bukit Timah Hill today as training for Nepal. Stupid stairs... I can take a hike but climbing stairs is just not my cup of tea. Plus the fact that I'm seriously out of shape. Really need to lose the tummy soon.Jun recommended that we go to Pelapas next week for a change of scenery. There's only so many paths in BTH for us to play with. Pelapas will also be tougher so that's a plus. See</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105566007854178884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105566007854178884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105566007854178884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105566007854178884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/climb-up-bukit-timah-hill-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105559816012968197</id><published>2003-06-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T21:42:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She has left, and I am all alone again. Here's to the next time I see her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105559816012968197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105559816012968197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105559816012968197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105559816012968197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/she-has-left-and-i-am-all-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105550198456321377</id><published>2003-06-13T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T18:59:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the zoo yesterday. The place just keeps getting better and better. Tech was so delighted and intrigued by the sight of monkeys roaming around freely. The open concept worked really well I must say. Truly one of the few places in Singapore one can be truly proud of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105550198456321377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105550198456321377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105550198456321377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105550198456321377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/went-to-zoo-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105526060126469532</id><published>2003-06-10T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:02:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When there is a conflict, the parties involved have two routes to a resolution.1.They can sort things out amicably.2.They ride roughshod over one another.In the war on piracy, the RIAA had many dubious decisions and actions. The things done by them are representitive of the reasons why big businesses and consequently, globalisation is being spitted upon the world today. When encountered with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105526060126469532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105526060126469532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105526060126469532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105526060126469532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/when-there-is-conflict-parties.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105518966751223355</id><published>2003-06-10T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T04:14:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ver 2.0 beta out. Got a new skin. New skins are always good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105518966751223355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105518966751223355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105518966751223355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105518966751223355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/ver-2.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105517498743032148</id><published>2003-06-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:09:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9th day of the 6th month of the 3rd year into the new millennium. Work your mind around that one.Went to Underwater World and Dolphin Lagoon with Tech today. Sentosa had certainly gone downhill during the lat few years. Stuff there are really old and decrepit now. Really hope the current revamp will suceed in injecting new life into that island. On to entertainment news, Pixar has done it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105517498743032148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105517498743032148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105517498743032148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105517498743032148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/9th-day-of-6th-month-of-3rd-year-into.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105510659463254789</id><published>2003-06-09T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T05:09:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, ver 1.0 of the blog is finally up and running. Manage to get all the windows working and settled in their ideal positions. Will be working on the other asthetics aspects of the blog in the coming days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105510659463254789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105510659463254789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105510659463254789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105510659463254789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/alright-ver-1.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105509886610249527</id><published>2003-06-09T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T05:07:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weirdest thing happened today. Sister goes onto IRC, random channel by the name of #lomo. Guys starts talking to her, shows her his fotolog. Turns out guy is brother's school mate. What are the chances of that happening? Like I said, weird...For those moments when the simple 'Oh oh' alert of ICQ from the laptop is not enough to embarass your friend's presentation, there's now thisAnd oh, be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105509886610249527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105509886610249527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105509886610249527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105509886610249527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/weirdest-thing-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460653.post-105501623215482957</id><published>2003-06-08T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T04:27:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And a New Blog is Born!!! *cue fanfare*Yes, after much delay, hewing and hemming, I've finally managed to sit down and start my own blog. Now to cross my fingers and hope this turns out better than the last time I tried to kept a diary......Life has been good. My girlfriend is here with me. After five long months of seperation (thank you SARS), she's finally here from Thailand! Happy days are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/feeds/105501623215482957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460653&amp;postID=105501623215482957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105501623215482957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460653/posts/default/105501623215482957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daggerrr.blogspot.com/2003/06/and-new-blog-is-born-cue-fanfare-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>dagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b157/daggerrr/_W6D1282copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
