<?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-10911135</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:13:21.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milkcrate upon which I Rant!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-115388926113755266</id><published>2006-07-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:47:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIYing</title><content type='html'>I am sick...down with a flu. Shouldnt have had that prata with Jason and his classmates ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am once again guilty of neglecting this blog. Aint sure why but I sometimes get really lazy everytime i think about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway nothing much has been happening..although there are some events which I am too lazy to further blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will think of something amusing to upload...meanwhile u guys can read this webcomic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/609/"&gt;http://www.explosm.net/comics/609/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-115388926113755266?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/115388926113755266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=115388926113755266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115388926113755266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115388926113755266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/07/diying.html' title='DIYing'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-115204100684613999</id><published>2006-07-05T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:24:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota ah Dota!</title><content type='html'>Made a video...was my first attempt at it and am rather proud of the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/param name="movie"value="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed'&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-115204100684613999?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/115204100684613999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=115204100684613999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115204100684613999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115204100684613999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/07/dota-ah-dota_05.html' title='Dota ah Dota!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-115204092466213954</id><published>2006-07-05T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:22:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota ah Dota!</title><content type='html'>Made a video...was my first attempt at it and am rather proud of the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/E_UCSafI5qY&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-115204092466213954?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/115204092466213954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=115204092466213954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115204092466213954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115204092466213954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/07/dota-ah-dota.html' title='Dota ah Dota!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-115117784949644184</id><published>2006-06-25T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T04:02:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta catch 'em all</title><content type='html'>It is now approximately 28 hours before school starts...my heart is sinking and my balls are blue. My dinner was extremely dissapointing...at least in my opinion...was hoping for a huge spread when my mom asked me to come home for dinner tonight...should have eaten with the guys. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the Lost sidekick saga which I posted a link to in the previous post seems to have finally come to an end with the sidekick being returned to its rightful owner with the help of the police. Although sasha and her corona crew are currently pursusing a harrassment case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is all incomplete, so is revision for the Biotech Quiz which is looming on tuesday. I must say, I cant really be bothered with studying so hard as I wanted to in the beginning of the semsester...it just doesnt seem to be paying off anyhow so screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jason's class chalet last week, DCP 2A 07 if im not wrong. The chalet was impressive and really fun, lots of games and everyone was damn high. Sadly I wasnt able to get Jason to drink enough to convince him to run around the chalet clad in only his underwear. I did get a blister for each foot instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less than 3 weeks till the competition, Im not sure how we're going to fare. Sure we have gotten more experienced and shit but overall, the lack of training for a few teammates might prevent us from performing our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously going to die when school reopens. I currently sleep at 3-4am and wake at 2-3pm in the afternoon. My mealtimes are 6-8pm and 2-3am. Am starting to get used to drinking blood but.....YOUR NOSE IS GONE!!! I GOT IT!!! JAJAJAJAJAJAJJA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh im starting to rant, time to go sleep. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: pokemon emerald is actually quite fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-115117784949644184?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/115117784949644184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=115117784949644184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115117784949644184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/115117784949644184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/06/gotta-catch-em-all.html' title='Gotta catch &apos;em all'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114988384480970200</id><published>2006-06-10T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T04:10:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice on teh interweb</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 days I have been following a highly entertaining and supposedly true event: &lt;a href="http://www.evanwashere.com/StolenSidekick/"&gt;http://www.evanwashere.com/StolenSidekick/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all about it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114988384480970200?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114988384480970200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114988384480970200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114988384480970200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114988384480970200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/06/justice-on-teh-interweb.html' title='Justice on teh interweb'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114941853131766416</id><published>2006-06-04T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:55:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun Dun Dun DUNNN!</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! School's out and Im finally free!!! &lt;em&gt;Free to stroke myself teeheehee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last friday me and some friends went to the newly opened cineplex at Doby Ghaut to catch X3. I was utterly dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the storyline wasnt so bad, considering how it has deviated from the original ones in comics. The story proceeded quite steady, building up the tension and anticipation with &lt;strong&gt;*WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD!*&lt;/strong&gt; how a cure for mutation has been found and how the mutants were reacting. Basically the cure came from a small bald kid called Jamie who has the mutant ability to supress other mutant's abilities in a 1m radius around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes something like this: magneto wants to eradicate this "cure" and at the same time, use it as a trigger to launch a full genocide against normal humans beans. Overall the appearance of The Pheonix and others like Colossus was just dandy and added to the build up of the storyline. However, the show went and pooped on itself before swallowing 65 tonnes of semen and asploding all ovar da place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ending was friggin anti-climax&lt;/strong&gt;. The pheonix dies after going all berserk, kills professor X (yes thats right!) and disciminates all whom she pleases into dust. How'd she friggign die? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE TOOK ONE STAB FROM WOLVERINE AND DIED!!!! ONE FRIGCIGOANIGNADGLADKHJHKLJD STABBABTJKHGDKjAKLFJLAKGJSKLFGHALKJKAJSGHLKADHGKAJGHKLAJ!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114941853131766416?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114941853131766416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114941853131766416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114941853131766416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114941853131766416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/06/dun-dun-dun-dunnn.html' title='Dun Dun Dun DUNNN!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114883172408466430</id><published>2006-05-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:55:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am almighty</title><content type='html'>After feeling a little shitty, I decided to take up Marcus' free lan offer and went out for a couple of rounds of dota. Nothing unusual. Until this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of my fav classmate: Nicolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimloong.youaremighty.com/"&gt;http://www.kimloong.youaremighty.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimloong.justgotowned.com/"&gt;http://kimloong.justgotowned.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114883172408466430?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114883172408466430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114883172408466430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114883172408466430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114883172408466430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-almighty.html' title='I am almighty'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114879425548505933</id><published>2006-05-28T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:35:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Wisely</title><content type='html'>Not very sure what possessed me to order a 8 dorrar plate of swt n sour pork last night which wasnt very worth it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my holiday is just another 1 week away...considering I survive the barrage of tests next week.&lt;em&gt; 3 FUCKING CONSECUTIVE DAYS OF TESTS AND UNLIMITED POWERRR!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I recieved back my results for the Biochem Techq test which I felt I had studied preeetty hard for, imagine my disgust at a &lt;strong&gt;"JUST PASSED"!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;knn!!!! Even my classmate who studied on the spot got higher!! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE IN THAT??? HOWWW??? While wallowing in my own disgust, ninjas suddenly tore through the windows and proceeded to rip Dr. Xu into &lt;em&gt;a million billion kazillion pieces!!! The classroom was enveloped in a suffocating red mist of what used to be our beloved lecturer!!! The awesomeness of the ninjas also caused everyone's brains to asplode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my classmate Xiucheng and I were extremely depressed but were given an angel (BB) as a consolation!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! U PROBABLY DONT KNO WAD IM TALKING ABT MOTHERFUCKER!!!! LOOOOL!!!! Actually it was just a chiobu (ch tinks shes from MIT) whom we keep beoing! =x cant help it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, Biotechnology is like SM. Only minus the fun part. &lt;em&gt;YESSSS!!! SUPER NO LIFE!!! SUPER FUCKED UP!!!! SUPER CHEEBYEEEEE!!!! ASFKGLJALDGJKLDGJKHFJKAHGDJKLAHFJKLAHLDGKJHADLGJKHALKJGHLAJKDGHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JKLDGHAKLGHKLADHGLAKDJGHLAJKDGH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that mong got a new bike and is cycling it everywhere. Ehehehehhehehheh!!! 3 more muhnths mongggg!!! PREEEEPAREEE TO BE ROOOOAD KILLL!!!! EHEHEHEHHEHE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114879425548505933?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114879425548505933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114879425548505933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114879425548505933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114879425548505933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/05/spending-wisely.html' title='Spending Wisely'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114818426569616000</id><published>2006-05-21T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:04:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictuuures Galore!</title><content type='html'>As promised...I have finally decided to stop stroking my &lt;em&gt;fully funtional penile area &lt;/em&gt;and upload some pictures of myyyy handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfinished thingies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/mush.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/slim.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/finished.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finished Painting!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/Picture68.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114818426569616000?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114818426569616000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114818426569616000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114818426569616000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114818426569616000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictuuures-galore.html' title='Pictuuures Galore!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114779874263291387</id><published>2006-05-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:16:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeeeeeeejuvination!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week, my "steam" level was running low and the desire to mug my studies fell drastically. I believe it had something to do with no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway thanks to my own warped and twisted mind, I suddenly have the urge to chiong my books again.....and rape them ovar and ovar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to play dota, I delve deeper into the dota scene and realise that apparently, as the more "professional" one's skills get, their ability to utilize a huge muscle called brain decreases. I got word that one of my teammates recieved a 1v1 challenge and the fucker even dared my teammate to place a $100 "sidebet". Some fugly bitch called tofuboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is this gesture infuriating, its downright degrading to your opponent. The only logical conclusion I could muster was: Hes a fucking douchebag who is desperate for some lovin and requires 100 dorrars in order to recieve a blowjob from his own grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been rather demanding. Im actually glad that im feeling a little stressed up right now because of schoolwork which further compels me to STUDY. EVEN. MORE. GODDAMNNED. HARD. THAT. MY. BALLS. ARE. BLUE. FROM. BEING. PUNCHED. BY. MYSELF. BECAUSE. ITS. SO. MUCH. LANCHEOALSGJKALDJHALDHJLADJHALDJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during my absence from this rottin page, my sister went overseas to study, I celebrated hy's bday by bringing her to sakae (cheers! hole in wallet!) and handcrafting an omok set out of wood and clay as her present, went to peeeg's bday bbq on saturday, met horny dickky who went to watch "soccer" at wk's hse, played soccer, got a haircut, touched myself, rubbed myself, saw joel's new hair colour, ran after butterflies, chased daisies, AND ATE ANGRY DOMOMOMOMOMOMOKUNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Omok set, I shall post photo's of it and production photos soon due to the rarity of me deciding to make something for someone and the awesomeness of the completed product. Once I am able to stop masterbating and stroking my &lt;em&gt;FULLY FUNCTIONAL PENIS &lt;/em&gt;everytime I see the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114779874263291387?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114779874263291387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114779874263291387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114779874263291387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114779874263291387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/05/reeeeeeeejuvination.html' title='Reeeeeeeejuvination!!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114624684520427669</id><published>2006-04-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T02:01:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you say?</title><content type='html'>Nothing in life ever goes according to one's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I had a match with a bunch of people. There was money at stake which made the match all the more ball-squeezin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a match to defend our team's dignity. There were alot of people in the DOTA scene going: team shinigami ish a nubz111!!! lawllll11lll;;!!!!, so it didnt take long before we were "officially" challenged to a match by our critics. That was when things started to get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we were told by the "fellawhoarrangesthematchbetweenusandourcritics" which I shall call Teh Match Fixer for short, that we were to fight against &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; clan. Alright, that didnt sound too bad. Only that when we got there, we were told that he had other friends play for him. Dont get me wrong, Im not one who enjoys bitching but I was pretty sure that he told us: &lt;strong&gt;HIS CLAN VS OUR CLAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we decided to be sporty about it and not whine like fucking bitches so we went against them. Next, they told us the match was scheduled at 7PM but instead, ended up calling on the very day at the very same time to tell us: its 7:30PM and arriving at 8++ pm. Not a single word from the opponents about their fucking sorry behaviour except Teh Match Fixer who had to apologise to us instead. Fine. Its not like its the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling us that they had booked coms in advance, we were bamdoozled when were we made to wait &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THREE. FUCKING. HOURS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST. SO. THAT. WE. CAN. GO. AGAINST. HIS. HIGHNESSES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to our dismay, they asked for an extra $10 sidebet. Well things werent looking so good but I guess it cant get any worse. Right? That was where I was so fucking mistakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of commencing a normal draft where a coin is flipped: The opposing team says:"Lets draft in-game, kk? ok we draft qop 1st." Unwilling to further argue, we decided alright we'll draft 2nd since they already let their 1st hero out of the bag, and besides, the game would be decided on best out of 3 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately we ended up with heroes that we werent as good with (partly due to the fact that they took some of ours 1st) but hay, its only 1 out of 3 games. We still have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is where it all gets ugly: After a relatively close match with them that lasted an hour and 40 mins++, they said: "its late, we gtg!" Being sporty as we have continued throughout the entire ordeal, we decided it would be okay to continue our match some other day as it was already 11pm and some of us had a long day in school and work. So we left with us paying for the first match: hay no biggie we lost "fair and square".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIR AND SQUARE MY FUCKING FOOT. IF YOU ARE STILL UNABLE TO GET IT, LET ME CONDENSE ALL THE FUCKING STUFF I HAVE WRITTEN INTO ONE SENTENCE: &lt;strong&gt;WE HAVE BEEN FUCKING SCAMMED OF OUR MONEY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would probably have some questions to ask by now like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the fuck did we act like a fucking doormat and let them walk all over? Why didnt you confront them earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt it would be sporting to pay as we lost the first game and afterall, the main purpose was just to redeem our team's dignity and we felt that it wouldnt be appropriate for us to have any disputes. Also, we were too tired to realised that &lt;strong&gt;WE HAVE BEEN FUCKING SCAMMED OF OUR MONEY!!!!! YOU WOULD BE TOO IF YOU HAD TO WAIT 3 HOURS AND MORE JUST FOR THEM TO LUG THEIR GOLDEN CHEEBYES ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HAVE A MATCH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALSO IT WAS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT AND WE WERE ALL RATHER TIRED FROM FUCKING SCHOOL!!!! WHO THE FUCK WOULD HAVE ANTICIPATED AN ELABORATE SCAM FROM PEOPLE REVERED AS PROFESSIONALS IN THE DOTA COMMUNITY??? TAKE ME FOR INSTANCE!!! I ONLY FUCKING REALISED SOMETHING WAS WRONG WHEN I BOARDED THE TRAIN BUT TOO BAD!!! IT WAS TOO LATE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I believe my capacity to endure such humiliation extends to even fuckers like this but know what? I was fucking mistakened. When I reached home, I was wtf-ed to find that they were in #dotarian shooting comments like:"haha easy money!". It was a perfect case of adding insult to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am unable to fucking burn their houses down for a lack of information on which drain they reside in or shoot them due to the firearms regulations in Singapore but I believe that I can help the rest of you fellow dota-ers realise what fucking scumbags these "PROS" actually are and to keep your guard up the next time someone insults your momma and tries to have you arrange a "loser-punch" match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114624684520427669?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114624684520427669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114624684520427669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114624684520427669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114624684520427669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-you-say.html' title='What you say?'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114573027633230981</id><published>2006-04-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T03:30:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinding Gears</title><content type='html'>I have several pet peeves. One of them so happens to be people who are fucking hurrying to fuck knows where at the expense of others. An example would be people boarding the fucking trains. At every single station, whenever a train pulls over, THERE WILL DEFINATELY BE MUTHAFUCKERS STANDING RIGHT INFRONT OF THE DOOR BLOCKING ALL THE EXITING PASSENGERS FOR FUCK KNOWS BEFORE THEY BOARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKHEADS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT YOU SEE THAT GIANT ARROWS HAVE BEEN PAINTED ON THE GROUND TO TELL U: HEY! FUCKER! MOVE YOUR CANDY ASS COS U CANT FUCKING GET ON THE TRAIN UNLESS THE PASSENGERS LEAVE FIRST!!!!!! DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT YOURE NOT FUCKING MADE OF AIR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE THERE SHOULD BE APPROPRIATE MEASURES LIKE WRITING: "FUCKING STAND OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE!!!" ON THE DOORS OF THE TRAINS!!!! THEY SHOULD ALSO IDENTIFY THESE FUCKERS AND CASTRATE THEM SO THAT OUR FUTURE GENERATION CAN BE FREE OF THE DISEASE CALLED STUPIDITY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO SOME BEETCH ON THE TRAIN SNEEZED ON ME AND PROJECTED MUCUS ONTO MY SHIRT BECAUSE SHE DIDNT COVER HER FUCKING FACE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK???? SHE DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO APOLOGISE!!!! FUCKING BITCH!!!! YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD DESERVE DEATH BY BEING DECAPITATED WITH A BLUNT-RUSTY SAW!!! FUCKERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114573027633230981?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114573027633230981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114573027633230981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114573027633230981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114573027633230981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/04/grinding-gears.html' title='Grinding Gears'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114563465376795902</id><published>2006-04-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:50:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST YOUR MIGHT!</title><content type='html'>Verrily well is how I would describe the first week of school. It was definately both mentally and physically draining just to keep myself awake and listen to the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;BRASS BAND BEGINS PLAYING AND A GUITAR WAILS IN THE BACKGROUND*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAHHHH BEETCHES!!!! I STAYED AWAKE IN CRASS AND LISTENED TO WHAT THE LECTURERS HAD TO FART ABOUT!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been training my DOTA skills with my clan for the past 3 months and we have managed to enter a competition. Hurray! Whilst all of you are slobbering hungrily and gobbling all the bullshit I am feeding you, I suggest you lick the back of your head before your nipples implode from the awesomeness of the next bit of news I am about to feed you worms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your momma so fat...that when she jumps for joooooy..........she got stuck!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coming back to the topic of DOTA, by far our greatest accomplishment is eliminating Gamers Inc. from the E2Max SengkangCC compy! In case your peanut sized brain is unable to fully understand the implications of this, Gamers Inc. Clan is one of the oldest clan around the DOTA scene which basically means we kicked a kickass clan!!! XD HURRAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides finally starting to feel like a pro, I have decided to be a good boy this semester and try to work instead of finding ways to cut around the edges. Dont get me wrong, im still bent on world domination through the use of zombie viruses, thats why Im driven to work huuurderrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGO! STEAM LEVEL: 99%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114563465376795902?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114563465376795902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114563465376795902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114563465376795902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114563465376795902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/04/test-your-might.html' title='TEST YOUR MIGHT!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-114546894120915815</id><published>2006-04-20T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:49:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE SEETH!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, according to my last post, I have managed to accomplished an immense feat &lt;em&gt;BY LEAVING THIS BLOG TO ROT FOR 3 MONTHS+++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt originally my plan but &lt;em&gt;evil mutant ninjas with chipmunk heads and canary genitalia have been keeping me busy!!! Who has time to blog about his mundane everyday life when he has to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEND OF EVIL MUTANT NINJAS WITH CHIPMUNK HEADS AND CANARY GENITALIA WHO HAVE AN APPETITE FOR SINFULLY HANDSOME YOUNG MEN LIEK MEEE!?!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently lost my ATM card and had to get it replaced. Calling their hotline, I was asked if I would like to take a trip down to the bank personally or would I like the card to be sent to me. Sooooo....being me...I requested that they SEND me the card...dont get me wrong...im not lazy or anything but if I were to head down personally the entire bank might get caught up in the crossfire between me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVIL MUTANT NINJAS WITH CHIPMUNK HEADS AND CANARY GENITALIA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which wouldnt be pretty. Not to mention my paranoia of people who would rush up to me screaming:"I LOVE YOU!!!" whilst burying a sharp object into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving my ATM card in the mail, i was estactic and proceeded to do what every guy would do in my place...*fap fap fap* but that was when I found out that I HAD TO MAIL THEM BACK A CONFIRMATION LETTER TO ACTIVATE THE CARD!!!! DAMNIT!!!! MORE WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, I got promoted to 2nd year which allowed me to stop being so anal retentive for the remainder of my holiday. Except that i was attacked by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVIL MUTANT NINJAS WITH CHIPMUNK HEADS AND CANARY GENITALIA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I managed to find the video of Interstella 55555 : 5tory of the 5ecret 5olar 5ystem!! Im a fan of Daft punk and had been searchin alllll over for this video. So being the GEEEENEEROUS MEE, IMMA GOING TO SHAREEEE IT WITH YOUUUU PEEPSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8OcKnB46C3s&amp;search=Interstella%205555"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=8OcKnB46C3s&amp;amp;search=Interstella%205555&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-114546894120915815?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/114546894120915815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=114546894120915815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114546894120915815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/114546894120915815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2006/04/return-of-seeth.html' title='RETURN OF THE SEETH!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-113247606762921695</id><published>2005-11-20T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:41:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Just dropped by to ask, Christmas is approaching and I was wondering how many of you guys would like to eat steamboat together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Flaky" src="http://images.quizilla.com/Q/quardox/1046417288_turesflaky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Flaky! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CALLED HEAD AND SHOULDERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/quardox/quizzes/Which%20Happy%20Tree%20Friends%20Character%20Are%20You?/"&gt;Which Happy Tree Friends Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-113247606762921695?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/113247606762921695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=113247606762921695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/113247606762921695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/113247606762921695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas_20.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-112866070852778718</id><published>2005-10-07T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:51:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Shrooms...</title><content type='html'>Apparently it seems that I have neglected this blog for almost one complete month and shamelessly, I find that it is quite an achievement for meee!!! *roffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I have absolutely no idea what I should blog about. Hmmmm...I fell sick over the week and missed my blasted class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chicken pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelons are actually really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elazor makes a really good pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those above are just a few of the arbitary thoughts drifting about my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out, to my horror that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE ARE MUSHROOMS GROWING ON THE BACK OF HIS TRUCK!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! MUSHROOMS! NO. NOT THE KIND OF SMALL FUNGUS-SY TYPE! NEITHER IS IT ONE OR TWO, DOZENS OF THEM!!!! YES!!! WTF???? I thought my dad was just kidding me when he told me: " We've got mushrooms!" BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THEY ARE THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are all now completely horrified, stabbing your genitals with plastic forks and firing jets of tears from your eyeballs but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M NOT FINISHED YET!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the mushrooms are actually sentinent, intelligent life forms. I know this because they scribbled around them: " EAT US AND DIE!!!!! MUA-HUA-HUA!" OMFG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone save us?!?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Will attempt to try and obtain photos of the shrooms!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Call 911 and burn the truck if I were to suddenly go missing. T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-112866070852778718?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/112866070852778718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=112866070852778718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112866070852778718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112866070852778718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/10/alien-shrooms.html' title='Alien Shrooms...'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-112523947230256214</id><published>2005-08-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:13:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a happy birthday...</title><content type='html'>I had a very enjoyable weekend thanks to everyone who celebrated my birthday with me! THANK YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amos, Danny, Nern, Mong, Jake, Jie Ying, Janel, Jun Long and cute lil' Kenneth for being able to make it lols. Special mention to Jake at the iceskating rink for spilling the "first blood" and making me look abit more pro lols! Thanks to Seng for the testimonial too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dickheadedson for coming on both days and lending me your IC to fap...*fap fap fap*&lt;br /&gt;XFD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Don, Marcus and Joel for the drinks, potato chips, rice and burnt tacos. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank s to R.J for the many attempts to assrape me. I love you too man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ivan and Shiyun for the ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dear for the wonderful present!!! Love ya always~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thx any1 whom i left out! Thanks guys so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-112523947230256214?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/112523947230256214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=112523947230256214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112523947230256214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112523947230256214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-happy-birthday.html' title='And a happy birthday...'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-112490258817663698</id><published>2005-08-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:46:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jahaha~!</title><content type='html'>It is in the wee hours of the morning that I usually end up studying till recently. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been very lazy and neglected this poor blog. If you're reading this, you're one of the few who still remain around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to start drawing and stuff...perhaps start a new web comic or something but judging from my time table, it might even be almost impossible to do other meaningful stuff like &lt;em&gt;stroking my fully functional penile area while lookin at prO&lt;/em&gt;n...&lt;em&gt;ftw....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays and fridays are now offically &lt;strong&gt;NO SCHOOL DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt; Muhahahahahahahahs!!!! NO MORE PRACTICAL SESSIONS = NO NID TO COME TO SKOOL!!! MAUHAHAHAHAHA I M T3H ROXXORS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been pretty tough, especially considering that fact that my classmates are monsters who feel no remorse in &lt;em&gt;studying so damn hard that it makes it ashamed and want to grab an aligator's penis and crush it like a walnut for no particular reason except for the fun of watching the aligator grab your testicles and rip them apart like little strawberries!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Damned motherfuckers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my birthday is approaching. It falls on the 26th of August which is this coming friday. XD Thinking about it, it'll be another 365 days before I can start my driving lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have managed to obtain a meego thanks to one of my classmates even though he's a bastard. And I also happened to wake up one morning with a fighting fish in my room. Further investigation shows that the fish actually sprouted wings and flew from the pacific ocean and into my room. He happens to be called sashimi. I'm praying that I am able to resist the urge to eat him raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-112490258817663698?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/112490258817663698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=112490258817663698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112490258817663698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112490258817663698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/08/jahaha.html' title='Jahaha~!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-112195417615981224</id><published>2005-07-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:56:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All woe is me.</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been too absorbed with schoolwork to bother posting on the blog... actually that was a lie!!! I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I noticed that many of my old friends are drifting apart. Its quite sad to see that although it cant really be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had been reading the latest &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/strong&gt;book, The half blood prince which the ending left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!warning spoiler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore died?!?! WTFOMGBBQ???? How the flying fuck did that happened?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll be attending a concert this saturday with Hy at suntec. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-112195417615981224?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/112195417615981224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=112195417615981224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112195417615981224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/112195417615981224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-woe-is-me.html' title='All woe is me.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111858786610937168</id><published>2005-06-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:51:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impending Doom</title><content type='html'>Sadly, I have been robbed of my freedom. No longer is it possible to game till the wee hours of the morning and be able to sleep for more then twelve hours. I currently dread going to school because it turns out that the lectures and tutorials are so fucking boring and have nothing to do with making zombies yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is also extremely fucking screwed. Imagine having to wake up at 6am to go to lessons which start at 8am and end at 5pm. Oh did I mention that there is a fucking 3 hour break somewhere in the middle? Or that my friday timetable is so fucking similar, only that we have a fucking 4 hour break to fucking rot in the fucking school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the directors must have been snorting crack when they were planning our lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, as Singapore Polytechnic is located somewhere around 1 fucking hour from my house, it is impossible for me to sneak home within the 4 hours to do something better then just lie about with a huge paperbag on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means that for every lesson, I am required to fucking wake an extra fucking 30 mins or more to fucking reach in time or which the fucking lecturers would fucking flame my fucking ass for not fucking going to their fucking lecture to hear them fucking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy to announce that &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE FINALLY OBTAINED TEH FROG WALLET!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind which naruto has...muhahahahaha!!! ALL MINE U ASSHOLES!!! MINE I SAY! BACK OFF!!! &lt;em&gt;*clobber*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/ownage0076eq0un.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111858786610937168?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111858786610937168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111858786610937168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111858786610937168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111858786610937168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/06/impending-doom.html' title='Impending Doom'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111798705990312055</id><published>2005-06-05T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:57:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING ZOMBIES IS HARDWORK!</title><content type='html'>Fucking school has started and the screwy timetable has robbed me of much needed sleep and play. Seems like making zombies is actually hard work. So remember this point and think twice before you blow up zombies because beneath every one of those rotting, walking hungry carcasses lies the sweat and blood of the people who strived and worked hard to make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Eugene has left. It will take him a month before he gets an internet connection so we'll hardly be hearing much from himthis month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also running out of money quick so i'll decline going out for next week. *sigh* (sorry cant go steamboat on ur birthday dorc!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to sleep now, good nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111798705990312055?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111798705990312055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111798705990312055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111798705990312055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111798705990312055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/06/making-zombies-is-hardwork.html' title='MAKING ZOMBIES IS HARDWORK!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111754012176397318</id><published>2005-05-31T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:48:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The doggy alarm</title><content type='html'>School has started and I'm finding it harder to find time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Saturday, Jy, Don, Danny and Joel came over to my house to play. We ended up watching the anime: "Shaman King" while eating chips and drinking green tea! Very soon, Danny and Jy both fell asleep (expected! ) and we left them pigs alone. Next day, Danny was awokened by Jieying's scream who was graciously awokened by my new dog, Milo, who happened to be pooping infront of her!!!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've joined the gaming club where I can further hone my DOTA skills and FINALLY PWN SOME ASSES!!! MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111754012176397318?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111754012176397318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111754012176397318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111754012176397318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111754012176397318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/05/doggy-alarm.html' title='The doggy alarm'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111682804955114675</id><published>2005-05-23T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:00:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>School begins tomorrow. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had just woken up after 'thon-ing' at jy's hse last night. Raped Rj a little so he'd find it a little excruciating to poop today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a new handphone thanks to my sister who bought a new phone and gave me her old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, Lameness level has reached level 61! Woots! But its all going to be very difficult to level up from now on so I hope I'm able to buy a lothar's edge from prima deli. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I just remembered that I forgot to pass dickson back his book. Lols...X-fucking D!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAH!! ROFFLE!!!! MY WAFFLE!!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111682804955114675?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111682804955114675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111682804955114675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111682804955114675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111682804955114675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111635534413382634</id><published>2005-05-18T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T02:42:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for food.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. School starts in approximately a week or so and frankly, from all the responses of my friends whom have begun lessons, I'm not feeling so eager about tackling it head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the anime movie, Naruto: Protecting the Snow princess an hour ago. The storyline is some what predictable and the only reason this movie was enjoyable was because it is based on Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eugene would be leaving us soon to go study aboard. Although it is quite sad that he is leaving us for a couple of years, I am quite interested if he would suddenly surprise us and return a hunk or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I must congratulate Peeg and Mong for being the 1001th and 1003th visitor to this wonderful blog! (1000 and 1002 both belongs to me.) Yay! Mong would be rewarded personally by me (why helo thar buttseckz!!! LOLOLOL!!!). Sadly, Jie ying would have been gobbled up like a cookie by the mutant worm so it isnt really necessary to reward her. XD (but if she somehow survives then congratulations! That is your reward!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are! Since I am currently unable to think of anything interesting or useful to blog about, I shall include rubbish!!! MUAHHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mong mong pranced about the garden. It was completely covered in daisies and they were his favourite kind of flowers. Pausing for a moment, he bent down gaily to whiff one of the daisies. Grabbing his nose, he let a bloodcurdling scream rip through the garden, echoing over and over until it faded away. A bee had stung his nose! Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping silently, Mong mong hugged his precious little nose and knelt down. He was too busy crying to notice several shadows darting stealthily about him. Looking up, he was horrified to find 6 cloaked figures staring down at him, the sun glaring over their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am kenneth and I am going to pee on you!" Bellowed one of the cloaked figure who was promptly beaten up by his companions and fired up into the moon with a rocket strapped onto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me your chicken rice!" They all cried in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mong mong tightened his grip round his testicles and screamed:" NEVARRR!!! LOLOLOL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well. I shall have to eat danny!" A cloaked figure replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately, they all pounced onto Danny and began eating him alive! Digging into his flesh with only their teeth, they began ripping and shredding Danny's meat from his bones. Poor Danny could only muster a girly scream before he exploded (yea thats right! he asplode!) into a million pieces of amos which all became cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black man came along the million pieces of cookies and decided, "Hell! Tis cookie taste like pussy!" and began marketing them in sucession, becoming the 'Famous Amous' line of cookies. Meanwhile, the moon yawned as his cheesy exterior grunted. The man on the moon shrieked like a girl. A wormhole opened and sucked in the scream, releasing it out onto another planet in another galaxy far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet was completely formed from crystals and the sudden arrival of the shriek shattered it completely, destroying the planet for ever and ever and ever and ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shard of the crystal then propelled itself from the explosion and flew into the earth, impaling the writer of this blog in the head. The dead writer then arose and began typing this: The end. I am very sleepy. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry to the peeps that i used your name but lololololol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111635534413382634?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111635534413382634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111635534413382634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111635534413382634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111635534413382634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/05/thought-for-food.html' title='Thought for food.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111626656889916086</id><published>2005-05-17T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T02:02:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>It was the birthday of my girlfriend, Huiying, who is now offically 17! Yay! Congrats! You are one year closer to being legal! (just kidding darling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my pocket is very very exhausted after being raided for the entire week for birthday presents and stuff like that, so I am going to sit at home and play the computer until I find that my wallet has magically conjured up money in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went with a bunch of friends to Sentosa to celebrate hy's birthday. It was extremely sunny but I eluded getting sunburnt. Hoorayyyy!!! I must also mention the fact that Danny 'accidently' threw some sand onto hy and was rewarded by being chased, grabbed, hauled and tossed into the sea by his adorable friends who knew that he didnt bring any extra clothing with him to change into. Congrats danny! (Lols and thanks for the ramen meal! I &lt;strong&gt;HOPE &lt;/strong&gt;it was a treat! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Down at the beach, we did some canoeing. It was actually a relatively new experience for me as I had never partook in such a sport, although I did seat a raft during the sec 3 &lt;em&gt;Kota Tinggi Camp &lt;/em&gt;which eventually fell apart and almost drowned me and kenneth. Anyway, in less then 5 minutes out on the sea, my legs suddenly screamed at me to lie down and not stretch so much towards them ( my legs and my head had a terrible arguement in the previous morning so I'm not allowed to stretch so far out and this is actually just a stupid excuse to hide the fact that my body isnt very flexible.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, our canoes began capsizing. Amos fell in first (noob! ahahahs!) and very soon the rest followed suit. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy birthday Jieying a.k.a PIG! Muhahahahah! Didja know that we gave you is actually a mutant worm posing as an adorable stuffed lamb and you would be spamming my board with death threats but unfortuantely you are too busy being gobbled by the mutant worm to do so ahahahah I am king of the world and did you also know that by reciting this entire paragraph like so without stopping to gasp for air due to the absence of fullstops would actually kill you!?!?!? MUAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! (sorry i ran out of something intelligent to blog about here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I and Joel and Jason (my pri sch friend) went to Kenneth's house to play. I actually believed that the actual reason Kenneth invited me to his home was because he had hidden all his piss soaked posters of me, desperate to prove to me that I am wrong. I was so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his room, posters of me plastered every wall and were all wrinkled, probably because of the constant exposure to water or something. There was an incredibly strong stench of dried urine, which when inhaled, sent us staggering to keep our balance. Kenneth also revealed to us that he kept an effigy of me. Crudely made by sticking a picture of yours truly to an old bolster with a hole on the back. Needless to say, it was his "sexual-tension" reliever. Horrified, I ran for the door but found it to be locked and nailed shut. Kenneth approached with a bottle of vaseline and was drooling and slobbering everywhere. I screamed for my friends but they had passed out from the horror of it all! OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes for a split second, my pupils turned red and dulled ominously. Blasting open the door with my sharingans, I deftly leapt out of the horrible horrible apartment and scurried back home. (the insanely raving kenneth was soon subdued by the very brave employees of Singapore's Institute of Mental Health and was locked up for another 24 hours. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111626656889916086?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111626656889916086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111626656889916086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111626656889916086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111626656889916086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/05/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111564658532042034</id><published>2005-05-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:49:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title in particular.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long absence of posts but my recent addiction to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;efence &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;strong&gt; T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ncients,&lt;/em&gt; or more commonly known as DOTA, has occupied much of my time, making me very lazy to post anything post-worthy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, unlike the kind of shitty and throughtly fucked up movie, XXX2, watching Kingdom of Heaven was reeeeeally enjoyable. The story is about a blacksmith (Orlando) who eventually becomes a knight and defends t3h defenceless n00bs. I won't post any kind of spoilers here and highly recommend this movie to anyone who enjoyed Lord of The Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean (Happy birthday cupcake!!!) has also loaned me his Lego Star Wars CD which I am about to play now and leave bloggin till next time when something catastrophic happens. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111564658532042034?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111564658532042034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111564658532042034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111564658532042034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111564658532042034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-title-in-particular.html' title='No title in particular.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111485239134234418</id><published>2005-04-30T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:16:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiking guide</title><content type='html'>Recently my luck has been down. I'm being plagued by a series of illnesses, shooting terrible at pool (or it could be that the table is cursed)...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have just taken a look at the new movie: XXX: State of the Union. The first thing that struck me was that they have replaced Mr Vin Diesel with some nigger called Ice Cube who looks...&lt;strong&gt;chubby????&lt;/strong&gt; Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being chubby is alright (note: Bruce Willis) but his face seems to be screaming:" BEAT ME!!! BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY FUCKING NIGGER SHITFACE!!! I SUCK!!! JAJAJAJAJAJA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, I'm not flaming him because I am racist but because his chubby fucked face is imploring everyone to fucking shoot it and pee on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/assss.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ice Cube!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am currently deciding against going to my Polytechnic's F.O camp partly because I'm sick and outdoor games all day would kill me, especially since the weather has suddenly become so fucked up too. Partly also because Monday is a public holiday for everyone and would my friends and I to get together!! Right I'll stop here and let Ninja boy take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111485239134234418?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111485239134234418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111485239134234418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111485239134234418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111485239134234418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/hitchhiking-guide.html' title='Hitchhiking guide'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111449218287698798</id><published>2005-04-26T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:09:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...and dying...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late post but blogger has been giving me problems recently. Fucking douchebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am ill. This is most probably the result of having two &lt;em&gt;Rotiboys &lt;/em&gt;at one go&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;which my friend, Amos suggested. Ugh...i'm currently feeling feverish, having a splitting headache and my limbs and joints are aching all over. My eyes are burning and I'm feeling cold all over. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time last Sunday with some of my friends. We all went to play pool and had a great time (because Danny kept getting injured). Hope to see you guys soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as my subcription with World of Warcraft is coming to an end, I'm also unsure if I should extend my subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here as I'm still feeling terrible. Cyas all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111449218287698798?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111449218287698798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111449218287698798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111449218287698798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111449218287698798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/sickand-dying.html' title='Sick...and dying...'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111411077719810555</id><published>2005-04-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T03:16:45.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scour and see that he's not an apple tree!</title><content type='html'>Recently I have noticed several houseflies around in my room. Their incessant buzzing and fucking around is rather irritating so I turned my aircon down until they all died!!! AHAHAHHAHAHA!! I OWNED THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I danced over their frozen asses, basking in my victory, the mother of flies: Queen Fly Mommie erupted into the room, tearing a huge hole in the wall and knocking me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown out of the window where I smashed into the asphalt. Queen jumped out after me and landed a few yards infront of me. Picking myself up, I dodged immediately, narrowly escaping her punch which whistled by and connected with a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force of the blow imploded the wall, sending chunks of cement hurling everywhere. No sooner had she drawn her fist from the crater she just made, I leapt onto her huge, bulky frame and attacked her face furiously with a flurry of punches. Unaffected, she swung at me but missed as I somersaulted unto a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her immensely thick, black and scaly carpace shone under the midday sun. Two unfeeling, red glowing circles formed the eyes. She was a monstrosity and is unbelievably hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre of her palm started to grow hot as a ball of pure energy started to form, taking the shape of a fiery, white, shining orb. This time, I was barely able to dodge the orb which she hurled at me, letting it slam into my neighbour's house instead which exploded instantly and vapourized everyone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen cocked her hand again and another orb of concentrated, raw energy began generating in her palm. I hurled myself against her and attempted to knock her down or dispel the move but to my dismay, she struck me with her other fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her solid, black scaly fist smacked full force into me, I also heard the sickening crunch of my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I soared into the air, she hurled the orb at me. The intensity of the throw caused the orb to produce a loud, high pitched scream before it slammed into me and blew me into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly 15 1337 ninjas appeared before Queen and stuck their swords into her fatass before dissapearing as quickly as they appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen groaned and let loose a massive wail which trembled the entire neighbourhood before she collasped onto the ground, letting an enormous explosion rip immediately. The explosion was so powerful that it literally vapourized the earth and everyone died. End of story! (sorry I got bored about writing crap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111411077719810555?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111411077719810555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111411077719810555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111411077719810555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111411077719810555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/scour-and-see-that-hes-not-apple-tree.html' title='Scour and see that he&apos;s not an apple tree!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111400896361878349</id><published>2005-04-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:56:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dohhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been playing with an old 'The Simpsons' arcade game for the PC which I downloaded off the net while surfing for random stuff. Its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been to Singapore Polytechnic to register and....WTF! MY SISTER LEFT HER STINKY SOCKS IN MY FUCKING ROOM! FUCKING SHITBAG! OH WAIT! I DIDNT TELL YOU ABOUT MY FUCKING SHITTY SIBLINGS DID I??? THESE FUCKING IMPS SHOULD FUCKING DIE! I'LL PAY TO HAVE THEM SHOT SOMEDAY!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I really couldnt find something to rant about today so I decided I'll fucking rant on my fucking sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things havent been good lately. Oh hum. Hope it'll be better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111400896361878349?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111400896361878349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111400896361878349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111400896361878349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111400896361878349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/dohhh.html' title='Dohhh!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111374882173139279</id><published>2005-04-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:46:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail don, the god of basketball.</title><content type='html'>Yes lets all hail Don. His poweress cannot be matched by the abilities of mere mortals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? WTF do you say this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out this morning to play basketball with Don and Danny (the bisexual). I met Danny at the MRT station and we proceeded to the nearby basketball court to shoot some loops with Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lets just call him the Almighty One because typing Don really takes a huge chunk of my soul with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon approaching, we had to wait for The Almighty One to come, simply because he didnt know about the game which he had so conveniently suggested to a group of people before hitting the sack and asking the poor, noobish me to help him fix a time the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I chatted with Danny for quite awhile before The Almighty One arrived and proceeded to shame us "muggles" with his superior air of &lt;strong&gt;HeyIjustgotwokenupbymyfriendkimloongwhomtellsmethattogodownandplaybball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;withhimanddannyandIprobablydidntsleepenoughsoi'mjustgoingtosulkandpullalong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;facewhilekeepingquietinhopethatthiswouldshamethatingratefulmotherfuckerkim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loongintooblivion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we played around abit and The Almighty One sprained his back or something like that while playing. Telling us he felt unwell, we then continued on awhile before we all headed to the nearby coffeeshop for some grub and to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to playing after the short break and just as we were about to stop, 3 fellas came and asked us if we wanted to play a game against them. I rejected &lt;strong&gt;immediately &lt;/strong&gt;as The Almighty One had said he wanted to go home and also because I admit I wasnt confident about beating them as it so happens that I undoubtedly suck at Basketball. But Danny and Don said ok to it and so I joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the fact that The Almighty One did not bother to even run, defend with gusto nor seemed anyway enthuiastic about the game, or even the fact that he walked about listlessly like he didnt care much about the game. It was Danny and my ability which made us lose the game. Also it was &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;fault that I just took this game as a friendly one against small kiddies which I &lt;strong&gt;MISTOOK THAT IT WASNT REALLY IMPORTANT AND THAT THE ALMIGHTY ONE HAD TO GO HOME SO PLAYING SERIOUS WASNT REALLY OF AN ISSUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasnt because the kids were quite experienced playing together and even had strategies of their own planned out before hand. Afterall, The Almighty One is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it became a sort of a nasty shock to me when The Almighty One flashed a look of pure impaitence at my inability to score. But further thinking made me realize how stupid I was to not be able to telepathically read his mind beforehand or even draw the power of the dark beyond to enhance my basketball skills to superhuman levels. I'm so silly, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, we lost to them because of me. I feel so sorry and ashamed! All woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story: The Almighty One is never wrong. His friend, Lim Kim Loong is at fault for not being able to reach his expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry Don, I'm really sorry for playing and stinking and making you so angry. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111374882173139279?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111374882173139279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111374882173139279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111374882173139279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111374882173139279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-hail-don-god-of-basketball.html' title='All hail don, the god of basketball.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111366688842194965</id><published>2005-04-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:54:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So said the cookie!</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that I missed becoming number 8000 (yet again). Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was watching an anime called:" Onegai Twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sypnosis: The story revolves around three people (1 boy and 2 girls) whom had been adopted. Their only link to finding their biological parents is a photograph of a house and a pair of baby twins beside it (a boy and girl). Upon finding the house, they find that all three of them had been given the same story by their foster parents and will have to find out the bogus one by themselves. The inevitable happens when both girls fall for the guy yadda yadda cant commit incest yadda yadda have to wait yadda yadda love triangle...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork and fluidity of the anime is wonderful. The colours are vibrant and cheery and do well in conjunction with the story's plot. Personally I enjoyed the anime very much and would like to see more of such quality stuff being churned out from &lt;strong&gt;JAPAN!&lt;/strong&gt; (notice the bolding of the words or something!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: 7/10 (didnt really leave a lasting impression but was pleasant to the ears.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111366688842194965?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111366688842194965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111366688842194965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111366688842194965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111366688842194965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-said-cookie.html' title='So said the cookie!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111325375953792231</id><published>2005-04-12T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T05:11:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the abrupt silence but I had been quite busy lately ( playing!!! XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Orchard Road with Ken and my primary school friend on Sunday. We were walking around and looking for stuff when suddenly I SPOTTED A BALLOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMFG??? A BALLOON??? THE KIND WHICH HAF HELIUM IN THEM AND FLOAT!??! SO FRIGGIN COOL!!! GRAB IT NOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I retrieved my prize which had been floating on the ceiling with its string dangling down, Kenneth died from shame (or so he said). My other friend dropped dead and started convulsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the balloon was so damn cool. Its green, shiny and floats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed so wonderful, just me and the balloon together...till we bumped into Xinyi (ex-classmate of mine). She immediately pounced onto me, grabbing and tossing me around like a ragdoll before sending me flying into one of the store's display, shattering the glass. Smugly, she grabbed the balloon and walked off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leapt out of the derbis and used &lt;strong&gt;Lvl.6 Ressurection&lt;/strong&gt; on Kenneth and a &lt;strong&gt;Pheonix down&lt;/strong&gt; on my other fallen buddy. I then hurled myself onto the ceiling where I hung upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing my &lt;strong&gt;Mithtril Don Boogey launcher 3000, &lt;/strong&gt;I fired several blasts of pure evil muscus onto the evil balloonsnatcher. She dodged them effortlessly, allowing the mucus to smack into innocent bystanders and splatter all over their friends, and used &lt;strong&gt;Lvl.4 Blink &lt;/strong&gt;to teleport away! Nooooo!!! Curses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Ken bought Famous amos cookies but its all his fault I lost the balloon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Kenneth! Can you sleep at night?!!?! CAN YOU???? YOU HEARTLESS INGRATE!!! HOW COULD YOUUUUUUUUU!?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111325375953792231?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111325375953792231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111325375953792231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111325375953792231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111325375953792231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/back.html' title='Back?!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111290633920247686</id><published>2005-04-08T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T04:42:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnehs</title><content type='html'>While surfing the web, I stumbled upon a site dedicated to a perculiar breed of rabbits called the LionHead Rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lionheadrabbit.net/" target="_blank"&gt;http://lionheadrabbit.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/Standard20StarDust20PCP20head20rt.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/Wooly20Bear20Trademark20flip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also how a guy drops his 40Gig Ipod, decides to dismantle it and changed it into a 300GIGABYTE MONSTAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111290633920247686?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111290633920247686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111290633920247686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111290633920247686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111290633920247686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/bunnehs.html' title='Bunnehs'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111277922891883454</id><published>2005-04-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:20:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight snack</title><content type='html'>As usual, I played until around 5am before I decided to call it a night. I decided to take a bath and have a little snack before hitting the sack. I raided the fridge and found some frozen &lt;em&gt;Teriyaki Chicken &lt;/em&gt;chunks which I then placed 6 onto a little dish and placed it into the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of the toilet, I caught a whiff of an aroma best described as crispy, fried chicken from the filthy heat of satan's asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen had a blanket of grey smoke hovering the ceiling and SMOKE WAS BILLOWING OUT OF THE MICROWAVE???? I opened the microwave to find that the six pieces of chicken had fused together to become &lt;em&gt;A FLAMING CHUNK OF CARBON SNACK FROM HELL&lt;/em&gt; and the dish had imploded into 3 neat pieces. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong here, it wasnt actually my fault. I've done this before and succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to contact the company who explained in great detail why. Below is a detailed diagram to show what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/why.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gnomes where obviously attracted to the food, but forgetting that they have explosives strapped on to themselves, they blew up with the chicken as the heat from the microwave ignited the explosives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111277922891883454?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111277922891883454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111277922891883454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111277922891883454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111277922891883454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/midnight-snack.html' title='Midnight snack'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111262804147147712</id><published>2005-04-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:22:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN! THE SKY IS FALLING ON OUR HEADS!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh bless my soul! JOEL CUT HIS HAIR! &lt;em&gt;JOEL CUT HIS HAIR! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOEL CUT HIS HAIR! &lt;em&gt;JOEL CUT HIS HAIR!!!! THE IMPOSSIBLE HAS HAPPENED!!! NOW THE SKY WILL FALL ON OUR HEADS!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Dickson today. On the way, my bus pass was retained on the spot by an bus inspectorasgkajgdlaskljdfhslk. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It expired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you asshole. Goddamn your balls! You fucking asswipe!!! I hope your fucking policies backfire soon, then the entire public would then stage a massive nation wide riot which would then eventually lead them to storm your fucking company. Then we would tie you and your entire fucking family up, smashing your balls with IRON MALLETS OF GREAT JUSTICE!!! Followed by burning/stoning/skinning your entire family alive, infront of you. You will then not be allowed to die, but left tied up until you eventually decide to commit suicide by biting your tongue or starve to death! YES! YES! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with Dickson at the arcade, we went to KFC to have lunch. As we sat down with our orders, we noticed a bunch of NYJC students who were formerly from MF who was shortly joined by another individual. &lt;em&gt;YES! THAT IS THE PIG! NO?!?! NOT JY! THE OTHER PIG! "LOOK I AM SO CUTE! WANT TO TAKE NEOPRINT WITH ME?!?!" THAT PIG?!?!?! ARHGHGHGHGHGHHG!!! Its like having leper monkeys rape my eyes over and over again!!!! Telling a guy:" Hey look! its Porkkuan over there and she's smiling at you!!!!" is like tossing a manticore into his face and setting his balls alight. WHY IS THIS FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME?!??! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shared costs with disheng to buy a bottle of detergent where we can soak our eyes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Kenneth met up with us and confessed that we were &lt;em&gt;too sexy to be true! &lt;/em&gt;XD ROFFLE!!! He also attempted to give us "surpirse sex" but I managed to fled with my asshole intact, leaving Dickson to be ravaged numerous time (although he seems to enjoy it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111262804147147712?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111262804147147712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111262804147147712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111262804147147712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111262804147147712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/run-sky-is-falling-on-our-heads.html' title='RUN! THE SKY IS FALLING ON OUR HEADS!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111254944283017449</id><published>2005-04-04T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:30:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your arm is your friend.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the silence but my arm has been giving me troubles lately. It has suddenly become stiff and sore, making even bending to pick my nose and prod my eye an excruciating challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain is most probably because it is the manifestion of mutant abilities. So dont be suprised the next time you see me ripping off your arm with my bare hands or uprooting mosques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I am sad to announce that my handphone has been pwned by an orange. So contacting me through my HP is currently impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been cooped up at home for 2 days, doing nothing but game all day and eat. So i've encountered nothing much of interest yadda yadda reached level 40 yadda yadda game yadda yadda yadda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The mascot is a dickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111254944283017449?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111254944283017449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111254944283017449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111254944283017449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111254944283017449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-arm-is-your-friend.html' title='Your arm is your friend.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111236109490843308</id><published>2005-04-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:16:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woshi NinjaBoy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/n1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/n2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/n3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111236109490843308?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111236109490843308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111236109490843308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111236109490843308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111236109490843308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/04/woshi-ninjaboy.html' title='Woshi NinjaBoy!!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111222596346301288</id><published>2005-03-31T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T07:39:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved!! AHAHAHAS! SAVED!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 31st of March! Teh last day of this month! Its quite important to me as my elder sister promised to pay me back my money today or I can have her puppy. Puppies are actually quite good. &lt;em&gt;Good when deep fried in batter!!! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I went out to meet some friends. Caught up with them and went to play pool. Don was decked out in formal office wear! &lt;em&gt;Just imagine how Xiang Jie a.k.a "Smeagol" dresses up and you're halfway there.&lt;/em&gt; Also i've been taught by Seng how to psycho people while they're playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided to get a mascot for this wonderful blog and here he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/Mascotboy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ph34r My 1337 ph0th05sh0p skillxor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly traumatized after being gangbanged repeatedly by a gang of no less then 40 Bangladesh workers, Ninja Boy has suffered greatly and has still has problems with discharging solid waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all you peasants can start pissing all over yourself whilst stabbing your monkey's hairy nipples for I have to go eat breakfast. &lt;em&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111222596346301288?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111222596346301288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111222596346301288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111222596346301288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111222596346301288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/saved-ahahahas-saved.html' title='Saved!! AHAHAHAS! SAVED!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111203286487332882</id><published>2005-03-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:01:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAN 1/2 X 2 '/. 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/ninja.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/pearls9wf.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its approximately 2 am in the morning. I had just been playing WOW, completing this dungeon for 1 and a hour plus AND I DIDNT GET MY ITEM?!?!? fark it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111203286487332882?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111203286487332882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111203286487332882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111203286487332882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111203286487332882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/sian-12-x-2-2.html' title='SIAN 1/2 X 2 &apos;/. 2!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111183227178103529</id><published>2005-03-26T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:26:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Galore!</title><content type='html'>Here you fellas go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y56/Kirby88/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I did today because i was really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tag my board or find me directly if you want the full size...i wasnt able to get them in here 100% so its a little cramped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111183227178103529?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111183227178103529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111183227178103529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111183227178103529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111183227178103529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/picture-galore.html' title='Picture Galore!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111168446590716520</id><published>2005-03-25T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:14:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I command you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I COMMAND YOU! GO TO THE NEAREST THEATRE, BUY TICKETS FOR SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE AND WATCH IT NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, you are disobeying me by NOT WATCHING SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS NOW!!! Why? If you did ask that then apparently, you have been deprived of a happy childhood and rank somewhere between &lt;em&gt;The Sexually Abused and Traumatized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just been at the movies, watching the spongebob squarepants movie. Settling amidst a cohort of mucus sneezing pre schoolers who are literally bouncing of the fucking walls, I actually got to enjoy the movie with surprisingly little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is extremely nonsensical. The plot was absolute rubbish too. Those with common sense are advised to skip watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline: 9.5 (AHAHAHAHHAHAS!!! I LOVED IT! TOO LAME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animation: 9.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score: 9.25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to take this oppurtunity to blog to my hair: Hiya hair! I've been doing very well! I managed to get into the course and poly I want and so did Hy. Well you should know all of this since you're just above me but I decided I should tell you personally since you were to busy dying on my fucking head you assholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i might cut the fucking ingrates next week if they still misbehave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111168446590716520?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111168446590716520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111168446590716520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111168446590716520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111168446590716520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-command-you.html' title='I command you.'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111160099464670862</id><published>2005-03-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T02:03:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-ha-ha-happy birthday seng!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng! Happy birthday Seng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a new T-shirt courtesy of JANEL! AHAHAHHAS! Its so lovely...even the price tag is lovely! Thanks alot nel! You have just saved yourself and family from a painful zombie induced death! Isnt it wonderful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you would have noticed too, the Tagboard of Immediate Salvation has a number of new posts from happy and cheery individuals. One such individual is the egoistic Dorcas a.k.a Mei Nu. Thaaaaank you so very muchy for your interesting posts! You have not only made my day by letting me know that you enjoy this blog so much it made you came back, &lt;strong&gt;MY GIRLFRIEND ALSO NOW WANTS ME DEAD!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlfriend: Who the-??? YOU HAVE BEEN FOOLING AROUND AGAIN!??!!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ehhh? Wtf? Hey...no...AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DUN STAB MY EEEEEYEEEE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go enjoy a steaming bowl of hot noodles, cooked with tender loving care by my very own mom! She has so lovingly woke up in the middle of the night to whip up supper for me, garnishing the noodles with SUPER EVIL RAT POISON!!! AHHHHH! CALL THE PEERIMEDICS!!! *GURGLE!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111160099464670862?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111160099464670862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111160099464670862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111160099464670862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111160099464670862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/ha-ha-ha-happy-birthday-seng.html' title='Ha-ha-ha-happy birthday seng!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111146850672599206</id><published>2005-03-22T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:15:06.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-M-M-M-MONSTER KILL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;TREMBLE MORTALS! DOOM HAS COME!!! MUHAHAhAHAHAHAHAHHAS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day! I have successfully entered Biotechnology at the Singapore poly! Thanks to those that wished me luck and a special mention to Ixidor who is my spastic personal playtoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on to the next news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is day 2 since I stumbled into poverty and i've been cooped at home, playing World of Warcraft ever since. This "no-life" routine has completely nothing interesting to write about or about stuff that arent even worth mentioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have added a counter to keep track of the number of visits to this wonderful website so please come back and visit as much as you can to keep it ticking, lest zombies suddenly start appearing at your door looking for "grub". Muah-ha-ha-ha! Tagging of the Tagboard of sugary shittiness would also ensure that the perimeter of your house would be undead free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main event for today is: VAMPIRES THE MASQUERADE: BLOODLINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, there was an abrupt halt in my internet connection in the evening which the ISP customer service operator informed me was caused by "maintainence work" which is a load of bullshit because they're just jealous I can play WOW. So anyway, having no other alternatives of entertainment, (I'll never watch television!!! NEVA!) I installed this game and played it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that struck me most was how visually stunning this game was. The shading was done perfectly, real time lighting and even the rats looks edible. Sound is good, except that the skill "Presence" sounded like the logging off from ICQ. Overall, the entire game was extremely good and I had no qualms about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interface: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;Impressive. A recommended must buy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111146850672599206?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111146850672599206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111146850672599206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111146850672599206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111146850672599206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/m-m-m-m-monster-kill.html' title='M-M-M-M-MONSTER KILL!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111134234916387754</id><published>2005-03-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:19:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG THE BOARD!</title><content type='html'>Most of you would have known that the results for the JAE are to be released this tuesday. Hopefully, I would then be able to enter the course of choice and good luck to all my friends too! &lt;em&gt;SO TAG MY TAGBOARD NOW AND WISH ME GOOD LUCK TOO OR I'LL EAT YOU!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am currently devoid of any money. Travel expenses has also risen so sharply that I can feel the pinch for every single trip. This has also brought my attention to a certain matter. Since the beginning of this year, the busfare for me rose from the usual student fare to the adult one. What really pisses me off is that I was one of the few to start paying the adult fare 3-6weeks earlier than my peers! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY IS THIS FUCKING SO? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hypothesis that I have is that when I lost my card in the previous year and had a replacement made, &lt;em&gt;THE FUCKING BUS OPERATOR COMPANY DOESNT INFORM ME AND UPDATED IT TO BE SO! WHY? COS THEY WANNA FUCKING LEECH MY CHEEBYE MONEY AND THINKING THAT A SELECTIVELY FEW ISOLATED CASES WOULD NOT AFFECT THEM FUCKING MUCH!!! ASSHOLES! I HOPE YOU SHITBAGS BECOME IMPOTENT! OH WAIT! I HOPE YOUR BALLS GET CHEWED OFF BY A SAVAGE FLOCK OF SHEEP WHEN YOU GO ON A HOLIDAY WITH THE MONEY YOU CHEATED OF ME YOU SONNOVABITCHES! THIS WAY THE ENTIRE HUMAN GENOME WOULD STAND TO BECOME UNTAINTED BY YOUR FUCKING GENES YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WASTE OF YOUR PARENT'S BODILY FLUIDS YOU FUCKING MORONS! DROP DEAD YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I still have to fucking take their buses as this shitty country has allowed their company to monopolize and occupy more then 60% of the bus routes, making it impossible to boycott their company. Fucking asswipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my naughty parents have decided to tell me that they dont like my hardcore gaming habits because I sleep too late and its too unhealthy. But we all know that they're just jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there wasnt any trip to the free anime screening (awwww!) as my friend decided that the anime shown was not "up to standard" and so we all went to play pool instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I shall end this post here as I have finished eating my coffeecake and RJ is so friggin horny already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tag my board please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111134234916387754?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111134234916387754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111134234916387754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111134234916387754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111134234916387754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/tag-board.html' title='TAG THE BOARD!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111117200248775650</id><published>2005-03-19T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T03:08:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont you Jostle me!</title><content type='html'>I have just walked home from AMK central, a distance so mind numbling great that the mere thought of it would reduce brains into little peas which happened to be coincidently magical and would then sprout an enormous beansprout that would reach far into the heavens and into an ogre's castle where he would have a chicken that laid golden eggs and a magical harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had just been at a barbercue&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It was also one of those times when my tongue screamed at my brain:"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the tender chicken slices were completely tasteless, defying even the very fabric of reality, reducing me into a uncontrollable, weeping bundle who would then grab a plastic fork and stab his eye repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more important news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be catching a screening of several animes with my buddies in a couple of hours. I also know that breaking such news suddenly to you people would freeze your brain, causing you to dangle your tongue helplessly over your nipple whilst you repeatedly pee over the entire surface of your room in rapid succession, projecting mucus from your nostrils with great abandon!!! But not to worry as yours truly is a great and extremely benelovent soul who would then share with you ingrates the results of the screening, held in an undisclosed site only known BY THAR ELITES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHS!!! So stop frothing at the mouth and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;START DROOLING OVER YOUR KEYBOARD LIKE A RABID ST. BERNARD!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flagpal.org/events/assets/misc/st_bernard.jpg"&gt;http://www.flagpal.org/events/assets/misc/st_bernard.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Drool!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KimLoong -Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111117200248775650?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111117200248775650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111117200248775650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111117200248775650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111117200248775650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-you-jostle-me.html' title='Dont you Jostle me!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111087292065354319</id><published>2005-03-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:08:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Whiners</title><content type='html'>To those who were offended by the content of this blog, I apologise for not warning you before but this blog was merely intended for the nonsensical rantings of yours truly to merely pass time so if you're easily offended by stuff like gay literature and racism then dont read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagboard of Flaming Wrath!&lt;/strong&gt;  has also been tagged by a certain individual called passer-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote, &lt;em&gt;passer-by: In a few days time, this blog will be gone. sae good bye, boney! ur disgusting hormones are terrible. Wanan go woodbridge hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you said that my hormones were "terrible" and "disgusting", stupidly not realising that every single male homosapien on this planet produces this set of hormones including your own father. Oh wait, both you and your father doesnt have any BECAUSE YOU BOTH AINT GOT BALLS YOU DUMBASS DIPSHIT! You also invited me to visit you at your pad too but haha. Nice try. Go aquire a set of brains too before you decide to taint my tagboard you fucking moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: You suck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went iceskating yesterday. It wasnt that hard to master it, just that the rink was too crowded IMO. So I fell down twice and bruised my butt because there were ninjas hiding in the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also eagerly awaiting a friend to return from overseas tonight as she would be bringing PRESENTS! Hopefully its a scrap of cotton to plug out the drafts of this rickety wooden shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i'll be attending a campfire in my old school so i'll probably blog sometime this weekend. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111087292065354319?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111087292065354319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111087292065354319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111087292065354319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111087292065354319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucking-whiners.html' title='Fucking Whiners'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111072424954661199</id><published>2005-03-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:30:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOO-HAA!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the silence but i'm about to become a very busy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kenneth : *gurgle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That should be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111072424954661199?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111072424954661199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111072424954661199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111072424954661199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111072424954661199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoo-haa.html' title='HOO-HAA!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-111035557662470677</id><published>2005-03-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:14:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I "socialize"</title><content type='html'>Very much like how a balloon loses its gas and slowly begins resembling a wrinkled testicle, I am sadly beginning to lose my steam too. It probably has something to do with the numerous late nights and countless wanking marathons coupled with gaming frenzies but i'll just end it here before it sounds like a whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaving my massive ass off my seat, I left the sancity of my hidey hermit hole/ room to go and play pool with my friends. After meeting up with an evil one, she proceeded to torment me by gobbling up her dinner while having me watch her and starve. After that, we watched the telly at the coffeeshop for awhile. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a local television serial drama which meant it was utter bullocks. The show which was showing at the 830pm timeslot was titled something like: Green Pulse, which was slowly but efficently eroding my braincells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braincell: Aieeeee!!! *explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: duhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins by showing a rich assed mom who runs some environmental protection agency called: Green Pulse. She decides to fly to switzerland and leave her company in the hands of her newly graduated son to "help him learn to become independent." but I know the true reason she did that was to flee from the two fucked up dingbats who act as her personal advisors. Or it could be that being around them constantly had rewarded her with a tumor or some deliciously fatal disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, watching this show would make people grimace like they had just made out with a hobo's ass. The cast seems desperately trying to be funny, turning out performaces that indefinately suck to the core times infinity. The plot is totally FUBAR, predictable and cliche-d, littered with cheesy bits of drama which is alot like wafting a hot branding iron gently over your nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline: -infinity&lt;br /&gt;Acting: -infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict: A complete and utter waste of time, effort and money. I would strongly suggest chucking the crew into deep space for such a henious crime against humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-111035557662470677?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/111035557662470677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=111035557662470677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111035557662470677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/111035557662470677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-socialize.html' title='I &quot;socialize&quot;'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110983763832841887</id><published>2005-03-03T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:20:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-O-E Run by MORONS!!!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to write a draft letter to the MOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Minister-in-charge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to let you know you're a fucking asswipe. Your entire family deserves to be castrated and have your bloodline cut-off to prevent further tainting of the human genome. You stupid dumbfuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fucked up idea of confining the registration of the O' levels to a website run on a pentium II and 32MB of ram has caused my balls to ache and my little friend to weep. Fuck you! If you're ready to repent, go clamp your teeth upon your family jewels and hop into a cauldron of boiling lard you asshole. Its the only way to redeem your sorry ass. Alternatively you could distribute textbooks which decipts me as King of all (which is actually a fact) and the genuis I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimloong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="189" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v645/kugatsu239/stranglemoe.bmp" width="291" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110983763832841887?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110983763832841887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110983763832841887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110983763832841887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110983763832841887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/m-o-e-run-by-morons.html' title='M-O-E Run by MORONS!!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110968777508328186</id><published>2005-03-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:44:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING ZOMBIES!?</title><content type='html'>Obviously it was the release of the much, closely anticipated GCE 'O' Levels Results and instead of committing seppaku with the blade i hid in my asshole, i was surprised that i did really well (above my own expectations). Nah, actually i credit it to my own genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've decided to go for a course in Biochemical thingies. Why? I would hear many of you ask whilst spitting all over the room and peeing in your diapers. &lt;em&gt;Because thats the course they teach you to make Zombies!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Zombies! Hopefully i'll be entered into Molecular Biotechnology where they study human DNA. Then with the aquired knowledge, i shall create a strain of K-Viruses which does not affect intelligent human beans, making myself and 90% of the chinese race safe from its effects. &lt;em&gt;And then this world shalt be cleansed and pure again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probable scenario in the near future:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedestrain A: Look! Its the genius KimLoong! Saviour and messiah of the world! Lets worship him and give him all our green tea!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahahs!!! I know you're all drooling over your keyboards while marveling at &lt;strong&gt;MY GENUIS AND SEXUAL APPEAL! &lt;/strong&gt;But its not too late to suck up to me and save yourself from a fiery end in revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am extremely pleased that my World of warcraft Paladin is doing quite nicely. She kicks ass. And at the mention of that hot baby, i must go play it again until gingerbread men dominate this planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110968777508328186?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110968777508328186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110968777508328186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110968777508328186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110968777508328186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/03/making-zombies.html' title='MAKING ZOMBIES!?'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110921107979587048</id><published>2005-02-24T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:37:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Sashimi!</title><content type='html'>I have a case of a bad throat inflammation, also bluntly translated as “Yeeeeeeeeearrrghhhhh!!! FUCKING SORE THROAT!!! FUCK IT! CANT STOP COUGHING FLYING MONKEYS WILL DIE!!!!” Yea that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the less important news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day till my freedom! One more day before I am released from this dank, cold and dark dungeon! One more friggin day till I can laugh in my boss’ face and chew his friggin nose up. ONE MORE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I’m not really pissed with my boss, its rather the asshole who is now sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he is secretly homosexual. He “used” to always pat me on the shoulder when asking me to run errands for him but I was okay with it until he got me so pissed that when he did that, I brushed his hand away quickly. But his biggest and most glaring fault is the fact that he enjoys telling people shit that they already know, eg. “You must chew when you eat” or “You must eat when you are hungry” and so happen to miss out important details. I’d like to grab his head and laugh in his fucking face with a loudspeaker, “HAHA! YOU ARE GOING BALD YOU SONNVABITCH!?!” then watch as he cries for his mother and curls into the fetal position. But I won’t because I’m a fucking gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we collect our results on Monday. Somehow I don’t feel nervous at all, instead I’m a little strangely excited, like I’m actually bouncing at the prospect of getting the guillotine, or rather cheery about swallowing cyanide. I’m not sure if my friends are feeling the same but I know that my friend Kenneth secretly pees himself in his bedroom full of my photos, like some sick twisted fan who’d come up to me and chuck an axe into my eye, screaming: “I’M ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE I LOOOOOOVE YOU!??!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beware of Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to purchase a pool table before my WOW but after discussing with my mother, she firmly told me no, then proceeded to smash the shit out of me with a puppy. So I’ve decided to wait for Janel to get one, become her best pal, take over her pool table and become KING OF POOL PLAYING MONKEYS! So if you happen to be called Janel and you’re reading this, erase it from your memory and ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I’ve developed an unusual craving for sashimi. My taste buds hunger for the cool touch of raw salmon, slowly chewing, reveling in the taste of soy sauce, wasabi and tasty, raw, salmon. Yummy! So as I am so poor that I am reduced to drinking drain water and eating rats, I’m going to just thicken my hide and appeal for a treeeat!! Give it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110921107979587048?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110921107979587048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110921107979587048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110921107979587048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110921107979587048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/02/give-me-sashimi.html' title='Give Me Sashimi!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110896736651040488</id><published>2005-02-21T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:37:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a slow week...Oh hum</title><content type='html'>I have a sore throat. Obviously an army of elite ninja fleas decided to drink, piss and brawl within my esophagus in the previous night. How dare they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, today is the first day of the last week of my current job even though I’m going to miss having sex with the cute secretary. (If you’re my girlfriend and you’re reading this, its not true, I’ll never cheat on you sweetie! But if you’re not then you can congratulate me, I nailed her hard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I’m pleased to say that the World of Warcraft is worth every cent. The graphics were amazingly smooth and detailed, (could have been my graphics card ) and the gameplay was easy and extremely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all the rest of you homeless hobos who cant afford a copy, you can at least play Gunbound while curled up in the fetal position, blabbering gibberish whilst stabbing your eye with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happened to stumble upon a clip of an MTV show “pimp my bride” here: &lt;a href="http://www.fun.from.hell.pl/2004-08-26/calkiem-nowa-zona.asx"&gt;http://www.fun.from.hell.pl/2004-08-26/calkiem-nowa-zona.asx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I also discovered that a lot of women dish men because of errors in communicating with the other sex. Therefore I have decided to correct this misunderstanding and help clear up any misconceptions the fairer sex may have on males:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE MEN SUCH JERKS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a testosterone thing. Much similar to your PMS thing, we men suffer from testosterone poisoning. Why do you think the average life span of a male is typically 10 years shorter (and it's not just from all the bitching and nagging we have to endure)? Hormone modifies behavior. We're just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN ALWAYS HAVE TO OGLE AT OTHER WOMEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is a testosterone thing. Do you honestly think that all the testosterone just fell out of our bodies the moment we met you? Besides, women do it as well. Women are just much better at not getting caught. I'm fairly certain it's some sort of photographic memory deal. Women take one quick look and memorize it for later reference. Since men lack this ability, we try to burn it into our memory by staring as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN ALWAYS TOUCH THEMSELVES, ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We occasionally need to adjust our little friend and make him happy. It's much like adjusting your bra. Being in public is just an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN ALWAYS SAY SUCH STUPID THINGS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to. It's actually a whole lot of fun to see our partner frustrated by a few simple (and well chosen) words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE MEN SO UNCOMMUNICATIVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd learn to keep your big mouth shut too if every time you open it you get into trouble with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN HAVE TO ACT LIKE SUCH RETARDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we don't actually have to; we do it because we enjoy it. It's the old fashioned pride in a job well done that's missing in so much of the world nowadays. Farting is another fun thing for men!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SHARE THEIR FEELINGS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we look like women to you? Why is it so hard to understand that men and women are different? How are we supposed to share how we feel when we have no idea how we feel? Unless we're experiencing some extreme emotion like rage, hatred, disgust, or a brick on our foot, we have no idea how we feel. Personally, I get a headache whenever I try to figure out how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T MEN CUDDLE MORE (I.E., LIE DOWN AND HUG)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ... How many hours do you think there is in a day? We oblige you as much as we can, but who the hell (besides women) can stand lying around for hours on end? We men ... Men hunters ... Need go roam ... Starve in cave ... Must go find wildebeest ... Now sitting on our asses for hours on end on the other hand is a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN MEN SIT ON THEIR BUTTS ALL DAY WITHOUT MOVING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have very powerful sets of sitting muscles developed by evolution that enable us to sit for extended periods of time without getting tired. In prehistoric times, it was often necessary to sit in one spot for extended periods of time while hunting for prey. The more successful hunters were able to sit very still for very extended periods of time thereby passing on this ability to their progeny. The fidgety types were all gobbled up by saber toothed tigers etc. The end result is that almost all modern men are born with this innate ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SAY "I LOVE YOU?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are taught from a tender young age to be self-sufficient. To say that we love you is equivalent to saying that we need you. Most men consider that a character fault. It's not easy to admit to one's own character faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN SAY "I LOVE YOU" WHEN THEY HARDLY KNOW ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho ... Aren't you special? Well, some men think it's a sure fire way to get into your pants. Surprisingly, it actually still works quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DOESN'T MY PARTNER EVER ANSWER ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just simply don't have the energy to answer every single one of your questions. If we think we do not have the answer, or that you will not like the answer, we simply remain quiet and save the energy for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY WON'T MEN EVER PICK UP AFTER THEMSELVES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we? It doesn't really bother us that much. Besides, we know darn well you'll pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S WITH ALL THE BELCHING AND FARTING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually only occurs after months of courting. It's our way to let you know that we're comfortable with you. Believe it or not, it's actually a sign of affection. Besides, holding it for extended periods of time gives us stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DO MEN HATE SHOPPING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an evolutionary thing. Men hunt. Women gather. We just want to go out, kill it, and bring it back. Who wants to spend hours and hours to look at things we have no intention of killing? Err ... buying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110896736651040488?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110896736651040488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110896736651040488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110896736651040488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110896736651040488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/02/quite-slow-weekoh-hum.html' title='Quite a slow week...Oh hum'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110887163153441155</id><published>2005-02-20T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:14:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W-O-W!!</title><content type='html'>Tremble mortals for i now have a copy of World of Warcraft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's trip down to Sim Lim Square can only be described like this: Yeeeeeeyaaaarghnah?!? DUN PUSH ME YOU MONKEY?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour inside thronging through the crowd, my brain couldnt take it any longer and started to shutdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: Kim, i'm shutting down so i'll be letting your balls take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh??? Hey wait wtf you cant - *boop*......must.....wank.....cant.....think....have...turned....into....zombie....driven...by....sex....drive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to purchase a stick of 256 ram, a 9600XT 256mb graphics card and a copy of World of warcraft. Yes, i can imagine all you filthy shitbags crouched upon your seat, mashing the keyboard whilst foaming and drooling at the same time. Dont worry its still not too late to suck up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was at the Chingay street party in the night with my friends. (Yes i have friends, stop gawking!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the wild, dancing, stripping and orgying crowd, it dawned on me that i had left my brain napping at home on my pillow. Then suddenly a flying monkey came and we flew away together into the moon where i met his monkey friends and had a nipple fight! Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you see Ming Yong please give him a nipple twist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110887163153441155?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110887163153441155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110887163153441155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110887163153441155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110887163153441155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/02/w-o-w.html' title='W-O-W!!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911135.post-110870735075911207</id><published>2005-02-18T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:41:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy thar!</title><content type='html'>Its official. I’ve been dumped in the office and my friend went to play pool without asking me to join. (turdbucket!!) Well its okay since I’m going in the evening after I knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, its just a week more before I’m free from work! About time too, my skin has lost its tan, becoming extremely pale and sickly looking but still a notch above those poor bastards from Auschwitz. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll also be heading down to Sim Lim Square tomorrow morning for some stuff with Don and maybe Jason who’ll coincidently be tagging along to aid me hunt some wildebeests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so boring at the office that I hahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was sitting on my desk when suddenly a voice whispered my name in my ear, waking me with a startle. I brushed the icicles from my brow and suddenly, the clouds parted and a beam of light shone down from the heavens. I kneeled down with my head lowered and both my arms outstretched upwards, cupped together to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought Ayumi’s album : My Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I groped the wrapped album, I could feel it trembling softly under the covers. Slowly, I pulled it from the wrapping and could audibly hear a deep sigh. I gingerly took the Cd out from the case and gently placed it in. Suddenly I could feel myself hit by a wave of pleasure, growing as the hypothetic rhythm placed me under its trance. Seconds passed like minutes as it slowly approached the climax.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good. It had never felt so good before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I looked down at the cd, feeling exhausted but was also a very rewarding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Score: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone can teach me how to add a tag board?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911135-110870735075911207?l=milkcraterant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/feeds/110870735075911207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911135&amp;postID=110870735075911207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110870735075911207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911135/posts/default/110870735075911207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkcraterant.blogspot.com/2005/02/ahoy-thar.html' title='Ahoy thar!'/><author><name>KimLoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125950875519857966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
