<?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-28985335</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:23.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28985335.post-2040115048053129690</id><published>2008-05-09T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:27:45.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting here at the Langham hotel..waiting for pops to get ready so we can have a great night of yummy japanese...Heading to nobu for dinner...from all the feedback I don't think I have high expectations so I hope I'll be pleasantly surprised. (written weeks ago and the food was actually not that great...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really hoping to go to Tetsuya soon but alas, no one to go with...I'm fine with eating at a cafe by myself but to go for degustation at one of the top restaurants alone is not my cup of tea..So I've given up on the idea altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that the one thing that frustrates me is my lack of ability to read people when it I want to..I'm usually correct when I draw my own conclusions but sometimes my vision is completely opagued. And those are the most confusing or rather delusional moments. I try not to think about things but hey, can't help it sometimes..or maybe my piscean traits are shining through and building castles in the air. *shrugs*...Eureka! Why think so much? Just enjoy life and live for the moment..watever happens will happen, and if they don't then it's ok as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a holiday, been demotivated at work albeit all the recognition and support. A friend asked last night if I would take off work for 2 years and travel or just bum around..My answer? Definitely not. I think my ambition far outweighs my momentary demotivation..yet I question myself on what is actually more important. Drowning in a fish bowl or spreading my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should join you guys in the spiritual enlightenment course! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-2040115048053129690?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/2040115048053129690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=2040115048053129690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/2040115048053129690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/2040115048053129690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/05/sitting-here-at-langham-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-8956731372561976770</id><published>2008-05-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:35:49.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I usually love spending time alone at home, cleaning up a little, surfing the internet and listening to music, flipping the foxtel channels for good movies or the occassional E entertainment. But recently, I haven't been able to enjoy it. Instead, I find myself dashing in and out to have a shower or heading straight to the bed, waking up and out the door to work. My surroundings appear foreign and cold to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been lonely since you left.... But it frustrates me when you tell me that you love me cos I just don't see a point in it. When I see you it makes me miss you more but then reality glooms the bright of day and I feel numb once again. At the same time, I remember why we agreed to part and those reasons have not changed. I just want to move on with my life and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time I stopped this irresponsible behaviour. Drinking till 2-3am on weekdays is just not me. I've been living on an adrenalin rush with little sleep and lots of alcohol. I've been neglecting work and in a complete cannot be f*cked mode. Really...it's time to snap out of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-8956731372561976770?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/8956731372561976770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=8956731372561976770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/8956731372561976770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/8956731372561976770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-usually-love-spending-time-alone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-912102549342487260</id><published>2008-05-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:05:50.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is another day...another day of boredom and inefficiency. I really felt like spending money today. Had lunch, shopped a little, bought a few things (new toys..yay!!)..lost money at pk but felt really good about spending time with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke today cos a friend's dog just passed away...Why do people get so attached to pets? It's cos they give unconditional love. Unconditional love that no person could ever give...at least I don't think they can. I felt so sad when she heard the news cos deaths are surrounding us all the time. As we get older, so do our loved ones and that only implies that the cycle of life will soon come to an end.. Albeit short, we all don' t really know how to live life to the fullest.When someone cries, I give in to everything...it's strange but I'll do anything for anyone when they cry..so don't use it against me. =p&lt;br /&gt;I feel so aimless at the moment.. Work is mundane..love is non-existent. But yet I feel somewhat free. Free that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want...but the thing is, do I really know what I want? I use momentary excuses to fill those empty spaces and I know that it's just to distract me but yet I want more. Why not? Live life right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-912102549342487260?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/912102549342487260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=912102549342487260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/912102549342487260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/912102549342487260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-6963813517789188274</id><published>2008-05-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:43:47.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do people actually believe what's written in blogs? Cos when I read back on what I've blabbered on about, somethings just don't make sense...it's convoluted expression. Even I take my postings with a pinch of salt. hmmm gross... just reminded myself of that tequila shot I had last night with salt and lemon...plus the many other wet pussies...&lt;br /&gt;And that chilli chicken did not go down very well with all that alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched butterfly effect 2 on fox..it's not that great a movie but how cool would it be if you could go back in time to change the future..I'm not sure if given a choice I actually would, but the option of turning back time to prevent your greatest mistake in life could be rather appealing to most. For me, I'd rather experience and suffer the pain..Kinda sadistic to an extent. Without pain, comes no pleasure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-6963813517789188274?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/6963813517789188274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=6963813517789188274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/6963813517789188274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/6963813517789188274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-people-actually-believe-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-1856714595863984130</id><published>2008-05-01T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:23:36.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Charm's birthday. It's 4.30am right now and I think i'm a little drunk...Had a blast at karaoke and 7 and for 1 thing, at least I know that if I ever lose my job, there will be those that will hire me as their wedding singer.... haha...Omg how am I gonna wake up at 7am to go to work...=(&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little pissed off at the moment...kinda like in shock...but at the same time, what I heard tonight is in fact reality... Maybe my sheltered life had more faith in mankind but how can you think you know someone but really not know them at all..their values, meaning in life, actions...all seems rather fake when you put them together.&lt;br /&gt;When you know something is just not right, why not just stop it? When you hear news and it literally makes you throw up in disgust, why engage in frivolous entertainment? Chew it or spit it out is the way to go I think...at the same time, do I really care? I mean, I'm at a stage where everything is "watever" to me..I'm detached..and ready to take on whatever ride that comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-1856714595863984130?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/1856714595863984130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=1856714595863984130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/1856714595863984130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/1856714595863984130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-got-back-from-kor-kors-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-4798183641973631269</id><published>2008-04-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:17:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's raining, wet, cold and completely miserable...working from home isn't exactly ideal when all I wanna do is put on a good movie, hide under the warm blanket with a cup of tea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My buddy just called and said she's void of human contact and warned me that she'll be engaging in verbal diarrhoea at the dinner table tonight. How bout a tip, this writing on my blog phase is kinda helping me right now so maybe you should try it. Seriously, airing dirty laundry ain't my cup of tea but sometimes it takes your mind off things. Or you can spend your time practicing han yu pin yin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 12pm now, gotta head into work by 2.30 for a meeting so I'm off to have a run...I've been running for the past 4 days now, and really not having much of an appetite...this better pay off...I want my 6 packback!!!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-4798183641973631269?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/4798183641973631269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=4798183641973631269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/4798183641973631269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/4798183641973631269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-raining-wet-cold-and-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-1850531041832218702</id><published>2008-04-30T05:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:54:56.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is being gay really that hard?</title><content type='html'>This question really stumps me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legal reform in today's news has legalized de facto relationships but will continue to disallow same sex marriages. Seriously...does it matter that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my collegue's 40'th birthday 2 weeks ago and her husband's sister is gay. She mentioned that in the past 20 years, she was working to support herself and her partner. However, just a couple of months ago, her partner left her after receiving her inheritance and now she's left with nothing. What a b*tch! Good on those reforms when it can protect the innocent to a certain extent. But at the end of the day, get off your ass and do something about it and stop wallowing in despair..OMG I've become such a heartless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every girl's fantasy is to grow up and have the perfect wedding. May I ask why? why is it that this seems to be a common trend? What I don't understand is why I don't have that dream? I've never had the desire to want to be married. How bizarre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin lives with her partner in Washington. They've been together for over 20 years and my cousin was Liz's first girlfriend yet they managed to stay together for so long...is anyone really straight? or gay? I've always questioned why most of my ex's who are straight would actually go out with me and it's all the same old answer.blah blah blah.. For once, I just wanna have good sex, hang out and when I ask the question of why they still engage in it, I wish I could get a different response like "cos I like the sex" or "I'm straight but u satisfy me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think relationships are a no go for me for a while...I just wanna have fun and not get myself too involved in anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-1850531041832218702?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/1850531041832218702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=1850531041832218702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/1850531041832218702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/1850531041832218702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-being-gay-really-that-hard.html' title='Is being gay really that hard?'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-3058715371903000391</id><published>2008-04-30T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:12:12.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year!</title><content type='html'>wow..how time has flown by so quickly..it's been over a year since the last entry and trying to remember my password to log into my blogspot account hasn't been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to recollect and consolidate all that has happened:&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Europe and had a blast&lt;br /&gt;- Got promoted and life went downhill from then on&lt;br /&gt;- Work work work and got over the partying phase&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Singapore, KL, Thailand, Vietnam over Christmas and New Year&lt;br /&gt;- 4 year relationship came to an end&lt;br /&gt;- Got back into the partying scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this exciting? I really have no clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta talk about something though...the art of deception. The one thing my friends used to tell me is that my facial expressions cannot escape the way I feel. It's always been an area that I've wanted to change about myself, my intensity and propensity to react to situations straight after the occurance is bad bad bad...I think it's much better now though. I've learnt to control these extremities to the point where this whole new style and what I would call an 'art' seems to be blossoming from within.. I'm not quite sure if it's actually a good or bad thing but somehow being able to feel one way and act a different way is all new to me and I'm kinda liking it!&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me more mysterious or am I losing my genuinity? hmmm not quite sure..whatever it is, this new found control is rather empowering. Or at least I'd like to think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-3058715371903000391?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/3058715371903000391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=3058715371903000391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/3058715371903000391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/3058715371903000391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a year!'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-8419292268372054914</id><published>2007-04-06T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:12:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged...I go through phases just like I'm going through a partying phase right now. Well..excessive partying for clarification. Someone said to me last night "Why haven't you blogged in ages? BLOG!!!!" So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was never really into the whole concept of blogging, maybe cos I find it a little too invasive and transparent. Everyone blogs for different reasons but I've yet to answer the question of why I do it. Views and convictions, feelings and emotions are my drivers for writing but posting it on the internet exposes me. What if one day I become rich and famous? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a pretty "wierd" night. I actually felt old. Bumped into the 2 girls I met last week and was welcomed with the biggest scream and hug anyone can possibly fathom. Can't remember their names but apparently, the writer thinks that one of them looks like an ex-gf of mine. She then screams at the top of her lungs "it's my birthday today!!! I'm 18!!!" WTF???18???? I was reading shakespeare when she popped out. I was almost graduating from uni when she was in primary school. They were like psychic vampires taking the life out of me with their young enthusiam so we walked off trying to mingle with others who were a little more like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't really help either. Perhaps if we had a couple more shots, we would have fit right in. But being sober kinda made me feel awkward even just standing around people I hardly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the first sign of me getting over this partying phase. Time to go into hybernation...ok better get changed to go out now...=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-8419292268372054914?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/8419292268372054914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=8419292268372054914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/8419292268372054914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/8419292268372054914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-116678453513419072</id><published>2006-12-22T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:48:55.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocky bastard</title><content type='html'>Freakin a-hole from overseas with that annoying accent and that condescending tone...u piss me off. I must admit that I am pissed off because I feel threatened but u will never know that. I will keep it to my grave. You will never hear me admit it but you will always wonder why I constantly challenge you and make you justify what you say. Only because of your attempt to step all over me and run my job...Cocky bastard who thinks that coming here and telling everyone how crap their work is will get you anywhere? You might fool some of the oldies but you will not fool everyone. And besides, you will never be able to criticise my work...I will never give you the opportunity to. You want to impress the top guns by giving suggestions? How bout the fact that your suggestions are stupid? Don't try to steal what is mine, don't think you are top shit just cos you have more years of experience. There is no need to bag others and no need to prove a point that you are good. The truth is you are good but you are dumb..dumb because you are trying too hard to prove it and the harder you try, the more bridges you will burn. Miss nice guy is not going to sit back and let you get away with it. Not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-116678453513419072?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/116678453513419072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=116678453513419072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/116678453513419072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/116678453513419072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/12/cocky-bastard.html' title='Cocky bastard'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-116678374542558596</id><published>2006-12-22T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:51:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>What makes 2 people best friends. How does one define a best friend. I think that word is just too overrated. It's just a title and it sets expectations to a point it becomes stiffling. Would one title another 'best friend' after 2 weeks? What is the minimum time frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older I think about compatibility between friends. I think of how I will grow when I spend time with someone. I think of our values, our views on how to treat others and how to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just because you've known someone for 10 years that you need to constantly be compared to how your friendship used to be. People grow up and move on and personalities change. But that term sticks like maggot to a wound. I hate being termed as Ah H's 'best friend'. I hate the association and maybe I hate it cos I don't feel the same way..that makes me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been happening in the last couple of months. I've been shouted at, cried on, accused for no reason, given ultimatums...all from friends..what the? It's one thing to receive all that from your partner but from friends? errmmm expectations much? Seriously, just cos I want to do something that doesn't float your boat, doesn't mean I am doing it against you personally, I just want to do it! It's got nothing to do with you...Don't read into it, don't take it personally, and most of all, do not blame me. Cos I ain't gonna stand for that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being with Q has certainly taught me to be less intense...intensity is frightening..but who am I kidding, there is obviously a reason for the lack of it. I just don't know what it is. I am happy to be going back tomorrow, to spend time with my family, to see my friends...My aim for this trip is to catch up with old friends I haven't seen for years but are still so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I want to say to the people I care about is...things may be hard at the moment, but paddle on...the seas will calm and the sun will shine and I will certainly always hold my umbrella for you..to the others who are causing grief in my life...bugger off..=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-116678374542558596?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/116678374542558596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=116678374542558596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/116678374542558596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/116678374542558596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115805483633141926</id><published>2006-09-12T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:53:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my lucky day!</title><content type='html'>You know that myth about being extremely lucky if a bird shits on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOO lucky....cos I got plastered with bird pooo this morning. Grrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me and birds? Why do they conveniently love to poo on me? And really, there ain't no luck floating around. Except maybe that it went on my shirt and not my face or hair. wow..so lucky i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115805483633141926?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115805483633141926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115805483633141926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115805483633141926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115805483633141926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-my-lucky-day.html' title='It&apos;s my lucky day!'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115789126389352356</id><published>2006-09-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:36:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bundle of joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/29/3078/1600/17_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/29/3078/320/17_15.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Yazmin, my niece/goddaughter. Her birthday is coming up soon and she's turning 6!! geez..she's so tiny in that photo but oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am known to her as Elmo ee ee cos when she was bout 1-2, all she wanted to play with was my tickle me elmo. It made her chuckle so I sent it along with her back to Auckland and since then, Elmo hasn't been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yazzie visited me in Melbourne last year, I remember one conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: "yazzie, when u grow up u can find a good man to get married to"&lt;br /&gt;Yaz: "mummy, i don't want to get married to a boy"&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: "well, u can get married to a girl too if that is what u want"&lt;br /&gt;Yaz: "yeah, but not in Australia or New Zealand, maybe only in America"&lt;br /&gt;Denise "WTF??? How the hell did she know that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/29/3078/1600/7816scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/29/3078/320/7816scd.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been only a couple of months since Elaine passed away. I miss her and it has been really hard on David and Yazmin. But they are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Yazzie and I playing on the sofa at the hospital. She said to me "Elmo eeee eeee, you are so strong, like a man...stronger than daddiee.." omg..how embarrassing...my mum looked at me and raised her eyebrow... errrmmm how's that for brutal honesty.. but I love it. I miss that little one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115789126389352356?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115789126389352356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115789126389352356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115789126389352356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115789126389352356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/09/bundle-of-joy.html' title='bundle of joy'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115639790318014825</id><published>2006-08-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:38:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not have the mood to work nor do I have the mood to go for class tonight. All I feel like doing is to stare at my computer screen. I’ve always wondered how people can zone out for hours in a state of oblivion and here I am discovering the ability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My director is leaving today. I will miss her but I know it’s the best thing she could ever have done for herself and her family. Yet I feel like grabbing her and begging her not to leave. Selfish much? I guess… I bought a card for her last night and found that no matter how I tried to express my feelings about how much she has given me in the last 3 years, all I could say was “thank you”. I think I am becoming someone I never thought I would be. Verbalising my emotions is such a task and an effort, to the point that I just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* oh well…such is life. I still see the bigger picture so wallowing in self-pity is not an option.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a drink tonight would be good. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115639790318014825?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115639790318014825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115639790318014825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115639790318014825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115639790318014825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-not-have-mood-to-work-nor-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115615961935907293</id><published>2006-08-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:26:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>familiarity of smell</title><content type='html'>I miss your smell….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If asked to take away my smell or taste I would say please take away my ability to taste but never take away my ability to smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides,it just might help me lose some pounds. And what is taste without smell? Bitter, sweet, salty, sour and umami. The important senses when tasting wine. But wine is not that great without the accompanied smell of oak and fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell is what sends signals of familiarity to your brain, coupled with emotions, it makes perfect sense that smell is what lures me to people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I probably would never be able to date 2 people who use the same perfume. I’d probably end up very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell is comforting to me but right now, even the smell of my smelly pillow can’t relieve me of my constant eccentricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get rid of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115615961935907293?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115615961935907293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115615961935907293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115615961935907293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115615961935907293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/familiarity-of-smell.html' title='familiarity of smell'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115612205577832612</id><published>2006-08-20T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:00:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and felt like my life was a complete mistake. And then I realised I had to face the world. But is it actually the world that I dread?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115612205577832612?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115612205577832612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115612205577832612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115612205577832612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115612205577832612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-woke-up-this-morning-and-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115604391778060244</id><published>2006-08-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:18:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama rama</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday again ally! Hope you had smashing good time last night...and sorry my performance wasn't to your expectation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy night with drama that could last a lifetime. Too bad it wasn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog is for you xiao mei. You can remind me to blog in a week's time. My sentence construction is way whacky right now. Me..sick...study....how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115604391778060244?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115604391778060244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115604391778060244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115604391778060244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115604391778060244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/drama-rama.html' title='drama rama'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115493543448937503</id><published>2006-08-07T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:23:54.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1) How important does a person have to be before they are considered&lt;br /&gt; assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;br /&gt;2) If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?&lt;br /&gt;3) Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?&lt;br /&gt;4) Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. . but it's only a&lt;br /&gt;"pennyfor your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;br /&gt;5) Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were&lt;br /&gt;buried in for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;6) Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;7)  What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;8) How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would&lt;br /&gt;be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;br /&gt;9) Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake&lt;br /&gt;up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;10) If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;br /&gt;11) If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you?&lt;br /&gt;12) Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;13) Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in&lt;br /&gt;binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;14) How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for&lt;br /&gt;Miss America?&lt;br /&gt;15) Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see&lt;br /&gt;you naked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;16) If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call?&lt;br /&gt;17) Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?&lt;br /&gt;18) Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?&lt;br /&gt;19) Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll&lt;br /&gt;squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!"&lt;br /&gt;20) Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a&lt;br /&gt;horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br /&gt;21) Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;br /&gt;22) When your photo is taken for your driver's license, why do they tell&lt;br /&gt;you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for your license,&lt;br /&gt;are you going to be smiling?&lt;br /&gt;23) If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song&lt;br /&gt;about him?&lt;br /&gt;24) Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?&lt;br /&gt;25) If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a&lt;br /&gt;coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;26) Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but&lt;br /&gt;don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;br /&gt;27) Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're&lt;br /&gt;both dogs!&lt;br /&gt;28) What do you call male ballerinas?&lt;br /&gt;29) Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream?&lt;br /&gt;30) If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why&lt;br /&gt;didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;br /&gt;31)  If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from&lt;br /&gt;vegetables, what is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;32) If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;33) Is Disney World the only people trap operated by a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;34) Why does the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the&lt;br /&gt;same tune?&lt;br /&gt;35) Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;br /&gt;36) Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but&lt;br /&gt;call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?&lt;br /&gt;37) Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad&lt;br /&gt;at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the&lt;br /&gt;window?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115493543448937503?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115493543448937503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115493543448937503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115493543448937503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115493543448937503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115492329394029627</id><published>2006-08-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:01:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>So strange...I've been having wierd dreams lately. Of various people from my *past*. Waking up feeling "woah...wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop reading into my dreams...It's really getting me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, does anyone have a scratch or cut or something on their face? It'll freak me out if someone does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115492329394029627?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115492329394029627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115492329394029627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115492329394029627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115492329394029627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115448854207249477</id><published>2006-08-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:15:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I am bored shitless and so sick of working and studying..I wish I could just pack up and leave and not feel a thing...But all these responsibilities are floating around in my pretty screwed up brain.&lt;br /&gt;Just heard news that one of my group members for my tax module has pulled out leaving only 2 left in my group. The assignment due next week is tailored for 4 and so my workload has doubled. grrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;What am I complaining about anyway? A good friend of mine just got discharged from the hospital yesterday afer donating half her liver to her dad who suddenly had liver failure. The operation was SG$250k. Really reminds us to save for a rainy day huh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to put on a smiley face for a client function tonight. Why do I organise such stupid events? Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man,I'm blabbering...am I becoming a serial blogger? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115448854207249477?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115448854207249477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115448854207249477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115448854207249477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115448854207249477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115424529006762882</id><published>2006-07-30T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:27:53.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/29/3078/1600/05-13-2006%2012;27;00PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life... I doubt I could live without it. I realise that if I had to chooose, I'd say I love it more for the tune than for the associated lyrics. I can love a song without comprehension but cannot love a "painful to the ears" song for its lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tune magnifies the emotions...complimented with the grouping of instruments especially when it reaches cresendo in a minor key...ahhh bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded Andrea Bocelli's "&lt;em&gt;Amore&lt;/em&gt;" a couple of weeks ago.He has got the most amazing voice...or maybe it's just my fascination with a foreign language. Obviously, I have no idea what the song's about but I highly doubt that it would be accompanied by dumbass lyrics. I wish I could compose like him...Life could be such a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this dude who performed at the Miss Universe pageant, Vittorio Griggolo is pretty damn good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115424529006762882?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115424529006762882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115424529006762882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115424529006762882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115424529006762882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-is-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-115391221417373256</id><published>2006-07-26T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T04:11:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at the way others maintain their blogs and I wonder why I even bother...My last entry was over a month ago...I am so drained...all I do is work and study...blah...so I shall entertain myself (and Ally) with my favorite joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee Gia and Tau Sa Pao had a fight...so Tau Sa Pao said to Mee Gia "OOI! I see you one time, I Whack you one time ah!"&lt;br /&gt;So one day, Tau Sa Pao, Chao Siew Pao, Ba Bao and Leng Yong Bao were walking along the street. Suddenly they see Maggi Mee and Tau Sa Pao ran over and started bashing Maggie Mee up...&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Mee all bruised, lifted his head and groaned "Tau Sa Pao....why u whack me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH, Mee Gia, Dun think you Perm your hair I cannot recognise you ah..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115391221417373256?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115391221417373256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115391221417373256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115391221417373256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115391221417373256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-look-at-way-others-maintain-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28985335.post-115044211004727241</id><published>2006-06-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:15:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick people should stay home</title><content type='html'>Grumble grumble grumble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peking duck last night with a sickie next to me and another coughing from across the table. Now I feel like crap...my throat is starting to itch. Major indication that I am about to catch a cold...but then again..it could possibly be my 'social' smoking in the last 2 weeks and the occasional..'I am stressed' ciggie...aarrrggg...Not a good time...I am catching my flight tonight to beautiful Singapore and Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-115044211004727241?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/115044211004727241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=115044211004727241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115044211004727241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/115044211004727241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-people-should-stay-home.html' title='Sick people should stay home'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-114976957421592162</id><published>2006-06-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:26:14.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Origin/Meaning</title><content type='html'>I was looking at Magnolia Cupcake’s blog and realised that the link to my blog was Fruitcake….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origin of the expression – nutty as a fruitcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy, idiotic, as in Mary's nutty as a fruitcake if she thinks she can get away with that. The adjective nutty meaning "insane" was first recorded in 1821; the similarity to fruitcake, which literally contains nuts as well as fruit, was first recorded in 1935.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought I was just random, weird and eccentric…..Not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked up “Sookie” thinking it related to the word ‘sook’ (to whinge/complain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sookie Sookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expression of admiration, or satisfaction, especially in regards to the shape and beauty of a female.A beautiful girl with a tight body walks by and you look at her and say "Ahhhhhhhhhh sookie sookie, now!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A multi-purpose expression used most often to express desire or encouragement??? Haha….speechless…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-114976957421592162?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/114976957421592162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=114976957421592162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114976957421592162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114976957421592162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/06/name-originmeaning.html' title='Name Origin/Meaning'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-114973150237035589</id><published>2006-06-07T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:51:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to ride a Motorcycle</title><content type='html'>After years of contemplating, I finally went for my motorbike L plate license on Saturday. I think I got inspired after watching the entire season of ‘The Long Way Round’ starring Ewan McGregor. The journey was amazing. 2 men, 2 bikes, 20,000 miles…They rode from London to Ukraine and Russia, then to Kazakhstan, Mongolia, Siberia, Alaska to Canada then to the USA, all in 107 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my motorbike experience. We started the day learning the basics of safety (for like 2 whole hours). Then proceeded to stride these machines for the first time (most of them had a little bit of prior experience with bikes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“vroom vroom” and off I went with the wind against my hair...all in first and second gear, huge ass white gloves and a hair-net for hygiene purposes. What an anti-climax…and honestly, I felt like one of those dykes on bikes (ewww… gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt how to take corners, steer the bike, perform slow rides controlling the clutch, throttle and brakes and finally, jam braking. Everyone was getting the hang of it until one guy pulled the front brakes way too hard which made his back wheel lift off the ground in an almost 180 degree angle. Of course he flew over the bike but managed to land on his feet only to turn around and see the bike crash. What an idiot! Oh by the way, he failed his test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arse hurt real bad after sitting on the bike for approximately 2 hours. But all that practice made me feel quite comfortable with the machine and I thought I could pass the test. But alas, the time had arrived and all that practice amounted to nothing…absolutely nothing. As I steered my bike to the starting line, my heart started pumping faster and faster and I could not for the life of me, figure out which hand was for the clutch and which hand was for the brakes. The examiner, who happened to be a half English, half Malaysian dude, started shouting at me. The shouting would normally help the hearing impaired but considering he was standing right next to me, it just made me more nervous. “WE ARE NOW GOING TO COMMENCE THE TEST. SHOULD YOU GO BEYOND THE YELLOW LINES, FAIL TO BRAKE WITH YOUR FRONT WHEEL IN THE SQUARE, STALL THE BIKE, PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN, NOT BRAKE IN TIME, YOU WILL FAAAAILLLL….DO YOU UNDERSTAND??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Anyway, I failed to stay within the yellow lines as I took a corner…Complete disappointment……=( Maybe I should stick to pen and paper type exams. So I didn’t go partying the night before, spent my ENTIRE Saturday, 11 hours to be specific at the school and had nothing to show for it!! Pooo!!! That really sucks….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thou shalt not giveth up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please teach me how to ride a motorcycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A biker's life is lived along the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of savage rhythms and primeval urges”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-114973150237035589?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/114973150237035589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=114973150237035589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114973150237035589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114973150237035589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-ride-motorcycle.html' title='How to ride a Motorcycle'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-114914229684150516</id><published>2006-05-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:11:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>The idea of creating my own blog has never crossed my mind. Even though I have recently acquired a fascination to reading interesting blogs, to create my own is somewhat considered “out of character”. Different people have different ways to express their opinions and share their knowledge as do I. Nevertheless, here I am, not knowing how or what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason this blog was created – After dinner a couple of nights ago, I asked my friends what their opinions on cheating were. Miss Angry Bangry came up with “cheating is wrong, but I have cheated before and I can justify it based on my screwed up childhood”………………&lt;br /&gt;WTF??? How random is that statement? Complete and utter shock triggered me to think “hmmm why not? Maybe I should blog about it..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in for a tough ride…basically because I am computer illiterate (with the exception of being proficient at Word/Excel and other basic applications), I had NO idea how to navigate, design or personalise my own blog. So my extremely patient and genius friends had to walk me through it. Thank you….mademoiselle Sookie and Cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I have been so caught up with this whole set up that I am almost over the original topic of conversation “effects of your childhood”. So Sookie, no chance for rebuttal as yet….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-114914229684150516?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/114914229684150516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=114914229684150516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114914229684150516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114914229684150516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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-28985335.post-114899496397887108</id><published>2006-05-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:52:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of your childhood</title><content type='html'>I will get back later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28985335-114899496397887108?l=constanteccentricity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/feeds/114899496397887108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28985335&amp;postID=114899496397887108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114899496397887108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28985335/posts/default/114899496397887108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constanteccentricity.blogspot.com/2006/05/effects-of-your-childhood.html' title='Effects of your childhood'/><author><name>Torture a confession</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686391841673891808</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></feed>
