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  <title>The Cult of Nua-ism</title>
  <subtitle>procrastination.loafing.laziness</subtitle>
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    <name>diwei the lazy</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-29T17:03:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:6136</id>
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    <title>downtime. (warning: emo post)</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T17:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T17:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">friends. i don't have much of them in perth, not only because of the age gaps between me and the local students, but also the difference in the activities we indulge in. in short, we don't sync well at all. unfortunately for me, there isn't much singaporean students in the units that i take for my course too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people ask me, 'why don't you join clubs?'; i would, if only if the clubs have like 5 ppl in it. i'm not a fan of big groups, even when i am familiar with everyone in the group. it makes me uncomfortable for some reason (which is why i don't celebrate my bday either). i do feel lonely at times in perth, so i put all the energy into studying instead of mulling over it. but once the exams are over, there's nothing left except the feeling of emptiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in sg, a friend asked, 'so, are you happy you're back in sg?', i thought about it and replied, 'not really.' i've met with some friends ever since i got back and was glad to be able to meet them, but at the same time, i realised that i don't have much to contribute to the conversations. i understand that all my friends are already working and getting on with their lives, but it all feels so out of place, like im just a spectator in the gatherings. this happens even when i am at home; my cousin has taken over my room and is preoccupied with his school work and his new gf; my sis' bf decided to move into our house for some reason and i am kind of delegated to the guest room. so i thought, 'where do i belong?'. i could be at perth, singapore or anywhere else in the world and it probably wouldn't make a difference. i just want to run off and hide in some mountains where i can live out the rest of my life alone. i know it's contradictory, but that's what i would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i think i will need some prozacs if it carries on like this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:5668</id>
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    <title>decisions hmm..</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T11:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T11:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">should i go and aim for a MD from duke-nus grad medical school? or just grad and continue with masters or phd? i know i'm only in my 2nd year of undergrad studies. but still, it would be good to have some medium term goal. hmm.. decisions decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but frankly, the 2 interviews and on-the-spot essay for application into duke-nus scares me. i'm not too good with words. i do have ideas and stuff that i would want to convey, but it just takes alot of time for me to put them into logical sentences. shit. i might even be autistic :-O.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:5490</id>
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    <title>of loss and regret</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T19:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T19:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been about a month since my mom's passing. I would like to thank all those who extended their support to me and my family during this period of time. It gets kinda quiet at home without her around and I miss that. Originally, I had wanted to spend these holidays taking care of her and do my part as a son, but unfortunately I wouldn't be able to do that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her wake, I cried. I grieve not because of loss, but of regret. Loss of loved ones are inevitable and nothing can be done to prevent it and so, I do not feel much sadness from it. But actions (or lack thereof) that lead to regrets are preventable. For a long time now, I have constantly reminded myself to 'do anything or nothing, but do not regret the consequences'. I was able to uphold that motto of mine for as long as I can remember and I am proud of it. However, when you do same thing for a long period of time, you get complacent. And so I thought to myself, 'Hey, I'm gonna go back to SG soon so there's no need to see my mom through video conferencing, she's doing fine now anyway.' I was so wrong. I even forgot to wish her a 'Happy Birthday'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself, if I had not been complacent and done those 2 things before she passed away, would it have made her passing more bearable?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say yes without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You wouldn't know how pain felt unless you've experienced it', so now I know how bad it felt and I urge whoever is reading this to treat your family and loved ones well cos' you will never know when they are going to leave you. Even if you can't see them eye to eye, it never hurts to treat them with some respect and not make it harder for them. When the day finally comes and if one of you came and told me that you regretted something that you should or should not have done, I would hate to do this but I'll still tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' I told you so.'</content>
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    <title>only in japan!</title>
    <published>2008-08-01T09:12:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-01T09:12:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foresee a bunch of tv stations ripping off this idea soon. that's why i love japan. they have the most original (albeit weird) ideas.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:4937</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: In the Event of a Zombie Emergency</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T01:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T02:31:26Z</updated>
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    prepared? yea, totally. i have a plastic spork with me at all times. why would i need a shotgun or anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i like to play my life on 'hard' difficulty :-)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:4751</id>
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    <title>um.. yeah.</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T18:50:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T01:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i got really lazy and did not bother to update the blog at all haha. in fact, im even too nua to type in proper english now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN. singapore was unbearably hot when i went back a mth ago. i could just sit and do nothing but still sweat like a pig. probably i just got too used to the cool weather in aust. thank goodness for the occasional rain. yup, so basically i spent much of the time in singapore meeting up with old army buddies and of course the 姐妹们. not forgetting my lousy friends of course. love you guys! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda glad to know that my mom's getting better despite having some uncomfortable problems. bought a few stuff for her which i hope will ease the pain. the road of recovery from cancer isnt easy and seeing her having to put up with all these troublesome stuff made me feel that im studying the right course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have asked me what can i do with nanotechnology, and this is what i would say now. imagine a future when curing cancer can be likened to drinking cough syrup (hopefully it tastes as yummy too). drink em for a few weeks, lo and behold! poof goes the cancer! that's an example of a targeted drug delivery system which COULD be made possible by nanotechnology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most people know, chemotherapy indiscriminately kills both the healthy and the cancerous cells, which could actually do more harm than good sometimes. but what if the cancerous cells can be specifically identified by nanobots and then systematically destroyed, leaving the healthy cells unharmed? think about it. no. wait. why am i so into this right now? oh right. cos i've got to write a report on nanotechnology on my 2nd day of school! WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLL! ok forget it. i'll talk abit more on school another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reports aside, the 1 mth break in singapore was fun. but i'll need more partying sessions (*hint* *hint*) to go from fun to AMAZING.&amp;nbsp; /sigh. such is life when all your friends are working and you aren't huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip back to aust wasn't as bad i thought it would be. at least i managed to have a pretty long chat with a chick sitting beside me. AND i got a major discount on taxi fare when i managed to hitch a cab with a few of sl's hallmates. however the bad thing is that i had to alight at their hall and drag my barang barang back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;for a total distance of 1km.&lt;br /&gt;*pause* &lt;br /&gt;i so *heart* walking 1km in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;*tears of happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so upon arriving back at the apartment, i almost couldn't recognise it anymore. the plants were overgrown and are practically spilling over the gate. it's like finding the entrance to &lt;a&gt;the secret garden&lt;/a&gt;. so exciting rite. opening the gate revealed further surprises. i found a water feature that wasn't there before! upon further inspection, i realised that it's just the steps with a gentle cascading waterfall. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd floor was flooded as the drainage system got choked with dead leaves. the door mat is pretty amazing in its own right. i noticed that it changes colour from season to season. its green this time round from all the moss growing on it. marvelous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i opened the door to my apartment, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. its 3am now. the plumber's coming in 5 hrs. zzz time! i'll update again soon (i hope).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:4577</id>
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    <title>The Weekend Post V,VI,VII,VIII,IX</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T16:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T16:19:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright. I'm not gonna make any excuses and I'll just admit that I am too super lazy to blog for these past 1 month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pookiesbleubass' lj:user='pookiesbleubass' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pookiesbleubass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;brought my attention to this piece of news where this 25 yr old Japanese male went on a rampage in Akihabara. After plowing through the crowd with his truck, he got off and started stabbing those whom he knocked down with his preferred weapon of mass destruction (a knife). So, now it stands at 7 deaths and 11 others injured. I guess he must have a deep hatred for otakus or something. When questioned after being caught, he said that he was tired of life and sick of everything else. Well if he's so sick of it, why don't he go Kabukicho and attack some yakuza instead of some harmless otaku? Now all he is getting is probably a life behind bars and getting ass-raped by all the other inmates. IMO, that's even worse than being dead. That aside, here's an update on life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life's been pretty quiet, other than a few guys with some 'unconventional' dress sense. So, there's this tall lanky guy who crossdressed punk style with turquoise eyeshadow and lipstick during Chemistry. Another guy wearing just his brown bathrobes with red socks and shoes for his Maths lessons, and finally a guy who forgot (intentionally?) to wear his pants and went walking around in his boxers for Physics lab. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday, I'd walk through one of the school's car park to get to my Chemistry lab and during one of these days, this particular car caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="400" height="300" alt="" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/IMG_0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber. Smart. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one, this is taken from my online course materials website. Somebody screwed around with the calender and this is what is planned for me for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img width="700" height="438" alt="" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/hmm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fantastic but I don't have that much shit to go around. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the end of the semester and I have 2 weeks left before I'm done with my exams and back in Singapore. Judging from the amount that I have to revise, the next post will have to wait till I get back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET MY DISTINCTIONS AND HIGH DISTINCTIONS!! RAWR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:4171</id>
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    <title>The Weekend Post V + VI (Lazy Edition)</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T11:55:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T17:16:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="180" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000gzag/s320x240" alt=":-(" /&gt;I've been too lazy to update my blog last week, so I decided to condense the happenings of these 2 weeks into one. Umm.. so last week was term break and all I ever did was to study, study and study! It's not something to be proud of really, haha. And during this period, my circadian cycle went berserk and now I'm sleeping only after my morning lessons. Woohoo! Going to lessons in a daze is kind of a fresh experience to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. So I am going to do a hard reset on myself by not sleeping for one full day. It's been 28hrs now since I last slept. Feeling really high + woozy and I can't really think straight now haha. For some unknown reason, I completed a 10hr non-stop mugging session earlier on today. Must be the caffeine (again D-:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I left for the library this afternoon, Siyun showed me this picture she found. I thought it looked hilariously cute. A pig staring sadly onto a plate of tonkatsu (pork cutlet) and the chicken doing likewise to a plate of eggs. We went on to talk about how we (笨蛋三人组) could get these tees from Harajuku and then head down to a restaurant wearing them, order the dishes and then depressingly stare at the food. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been doodling quite a bit during my MSN conversations. Not to be boastful or anything, but it certainly feels like I've improved! Here's the Dim Sum family that I drew on request by Julia. Presenting Man Tou, Mr. Siew Mai and Ms. Har Gao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img width="181" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="215" border="3" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000h5ze" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="143" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="180" border="3" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000k2sk" alt="siew mai" /&gt;&lt;img width="143" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="200" border="3" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000p2c5" alt="har gao" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing spectacular but I'm proud of them, even though they look damn amateurish.&amp;nbsp; Someone get me a Wacom tablet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:4065</id>
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    <title>Evil (Bloody) Eye</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T12:28:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T16:17:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[edit: Video link was removed. Bah!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I have got some blood clotting in left eye for a few days now. Doesn't hurt though. Bad thing is that it looks really unhealthy. The only good thing about this is that now I've gotten closer to looking like &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamashita_Tomohisa"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/a&gt; who also has a blood clot in one of his eyes (can't remember which one though). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose I'll be doing something similar to the baby in the video anytime soon. I'm afraid that blood might just squirt out of my eye when I do that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:3820</id>
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    <title>The Weekend Post IV</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T13:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T13:33:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" alt="stormtroopers on holiday" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000fbgq/s320x240" /&gt;It's term break! Yay! However I'm not as happy as I should be. A torrent of tests ensues after this week, which means there's more mugging to be done! Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, just one interesting news article dug out by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pookiesbleubass' lj:user='pookiesbleubass' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pookiesbleubass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;about a &lt;a href="http://mdn.mainichi.jp/culture/waiwai/archive/news/2006/04/20060425p2g00m0dm017000c.html"&gt;Japanese castle for sale&lt;/a&gt; for a mere 41 million Yen (which is approximately SGD 500,000). Needless to say, I'll definitely get it if I had the money. Imagine this when you fill in your address in forms, 'IMPENETRABLE CASTLE HO'. Haha sounds great, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was this online Flash game that I found on Kotaku earlier, titled '&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/the_worlds_hardest_game"&gt;The World's Hardest Game&lt;/a&gt;'. You figure that out. It's pretty challenging by my standards. I'm only up to level 10 now, with 24 deaths. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Woe is me."&gt;Just before I went to sleep this morning at 7am, a flood of negative emotions overwhelmed me all of a sudden.The feeling was indescribable and I hated every moment of it.  During that period of time, I was questioning my purpose here in Australia, how much 'fun' I'm having and something about the perpetual loneliness that I have been experiencing ever since I came here. I have no idea how and why it happened. I must have burned myself out from studying non-stop for these past 2 months now. The overdose of caffeine from the multiple cups of tea and coffee that I've been imbibing the night before could have contributed to these irksome feelings too. Eventually, I slipped into sleep, severely depressed. :sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! That could easily be fixed with some monetary donations to my bank account haha. Please support the Diwei's Welfare Fund!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>What do you do during lessons?</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T06:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T01:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="319" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" alt="wombat" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000egh4/s320x240" /&gt;Attended another of the most sleep-inducing classes of physics lecture today, Nuclear Physics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Weapons of Mass Destruction!"&gt;At first impression, you'd think that it will be a WOW-IT'S-SO-COOL-I-CAN-GO-MAKE-NUCLEAR-BOMBS kind of subject, but honestly, it's the exact opposite of it. This topic messes around with your brain so much, it turns it to slush and it doesn't help to have an old mumbling professor teaching us about relativity and radiation and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 6 lessons on this topic, the attendance of the students dropped drastically to half of its original population. Before this, I had to struggle to find a seat in the lecture theater, but since the introduction of the new topic + lecturer, finding seats is akin to going for a box-office flop on a rainy weekday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting. I sat in between 2 guys who were late for the lecture. 5 minutes into the lecture, the guy on my left was furiously scribbling something on his notes. I couldn't see what he was doing then, but it sure looked like he knew something about the lecture that I did not. I was impressed. To my right, the fat guy took out his Tic-Tacs and started popping them into his mouth like a clockwork Tic-Tac eating machine. Every 30 secs or so, he'd put one tic-tac inside his mouth. No wonder he grew to that size. His table was devoid of writing materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes after, 5 people have already left the lecture theater and a quarter of the students were already in a state of stupor (its a common occurrence). Surprisingly, both the guys by my side were still doing the same thing they have been doing 20 minutes earlier. However, this time, I caught a glimpse of the 'notes' that the guy on the left has been jotting down. They aren't NOTES! IT'S ALL SQUIGGLES AND DOODLES!&amp;nbsp; D: I glanced to my right and the guy is ALREADY ONTO HIS 3RD BOX OF TIC-TACS! I was thinking, WHY ARE THEY EVEN HERE!? To be honest, I could ask the same to myself too. I was in a daze 80% of the time, and in that 80%, 50% was spent thinking what to cook for dinner, 40% on wondering why does my size 30 board shorts feel like a size 32, and 10% on telling myself to get out of the daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson ended just when I decided to prepare black pepper steak for dinner tonight and the 2 guys were gone before you can say 'YAY'.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they'd change the lecturer to someone who do not talk to themselves. :bored:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture? It's an amazingly cute wombat (I WANT!) and it's not related to this post in any way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; I measured the board shorts to be a size 32. I can fit both my hands inside even when I'm wearing it. I guess inches in China are bigger than the rest of the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;More updates: &lt;/b&gt;I accidentally popped the button on the shorts after much fiddling. It's my first time wearing this too! T_T Now I need a sewing kit.)</content>
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    <title>The Weekend Post III</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T17:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T19:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="188" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" alt="the cramps" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000dp43/s320x240" /&gt; Busy busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="PROSH was good."&gt;Main event of the week - PROSH - is a blast. I don't know how much the event raised though but in any case, it should be enough to last the kids and the puppies for some time. Now they can have all the PS3s and Wiis and XBox360s they want. Anybody wanna donate to my cause? (no zy, I don't want muru.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Transport woes."&gt;The household's car has been returned to its rightful owner and now we're left with just our trusty legs to assist us with our grocery shopping. Tough. Hopefully I can get my own car by next semester, in good condition of course. The old car that has been taken away was in a horrible state, the left side mirror was totally hanging by its hinges and the interior smells. The dust on the exterior was so thick that nobody wants to touch the car unnecessarily. And by any unfortunate chance that I touch it, I will definitely get a static shock (even through clothing). Ahhh!! I want to go on some road trips this coming term break! But no car = no trips = stay at home = sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Cham-istry"&gt;The organic chemistry lecturer was replaced by a relatively young Polish female. I would say she is quite pleasing to the eye but her Polish accent is making the already hard to understand subject even harder. Argh. I don't like chemistry. Pfft. But I like the isoamyl acetate that we had to extract in lab on friday though. It smells of bananas. And I love bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="WTB a new body."&gt;My mortal shell has also been malfunctioning as of late. Had a stiff and uber sore neck for a few days. In order for me to look around the sides, I'll have to turn my torso. Looks funny for sure. I also had 2 simultaneous cramps on both my calves in the morning. Out of this world shiokness. &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pookiesbleubass' lj:user='pookiesbleubass' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pookiesbleubass.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pookiesbleubass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; said that I might be pregnant. I gotta get a pregnancy test kit soon (or an ice-cream stick. Whichever is more readily available). Been plagued by diarrhoea too. Definitely not by my own making. Bet it's the expensive Thai food that I had the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="What is the world coming to?"&gt;I just read an entry on &lt;a href="http://xiongz.blogspot.com/2008/04/legendary-thread.html"&gt;Siyun's blog&lt;/a&gt; which is about this 13 year old kid who was looking for sex on an online forum (HWZ - EDMW forum, no surprises there). Wow, that's seriously f-ed up. I wonder what's happening to the younger generation these days. Now I totally feel how our parents felt when they say, 'Back in those days, blah blah blah, you'd be burned alive on a stake', or something similar. In my opinion, I honestly think that 90% of the people who post in EDMW are degenerates. They're full of hate, are hardcore racists and sexists and ultimately, ignorant fools. Strong words I know, but deserving of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 'want' of the day. A piglet or a wombat for a pet. Or any small, furry, chubby and slow moving animal haha. (and no zy, I still don't want muru.)</content>
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    <title>Insanity for the sake of charity</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T21:29:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T18:51:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PROSH starts now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;4.00 AM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="320" border="0" alt="me @ 4am" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me setting off for school at 4am. It's friggin cold out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="0" alt="partying" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay! Aussies sure know how to party. There's about 200-300 people dancing and &lt;br /&gt;getting drunk before they could even do anything for charity. You can find anything from &lt;br /&gt;ninjas to bunnies to kinky guys in leather with bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="0" alt="party more" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More partying with flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling pretty out of place there as it seems like I'm the only one not dressed up. Furthermore, I don't really see any other asians around for some reason haha. I wonder if they're dressing up as ang mohs. Partying alone doesn't sound like much fun to me, so I left after 30mins or so, heading home for some much needed sleep. Hopefully I could get more people to join me next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hit the sack now, waking up and walking to the Esplanade at 11pm for the next part of PROSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;11.00AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am at the Esplanade reserve near the city. Wow, I didn't know it'll be this happening. There's scores of police all over the place to keep the crazies in check. On my way here, I've already seen a few people passing out in bus stops with just their bathrobes on. It was my first time in the city (yea, it took me long enough), and I'm not exactly sure where to go. But it didn't take me long to find the gathering spot as all I had to do is to follow the colourful bunch of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that most of the people in the city has already gotten their hands on the PROSH paper. It's a no-holds-barred satirical paper on current events and anything under the sun. If I were to judge it, I say it can be pretty offensive to the more sensitive readers, but I'll rather pay AUD$1-2 to have this than fork out S$0.50 for some stupid stickers. Anyways, reached the place, whipped out the camera and started taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" align="middle" alt="link" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link from the Zelda series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="320" border="0" alt="bee keeper" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee keeper! &lt;br /&gt;Couple to the left in the picture was making out &lt;br /&gt;constantly for the past 30mins I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="320" border="0" alt="prosh bot and optimus prosh" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSH Bot (half-hidden) and Optimus PROSH.&lt;br /&gt;PROSH Bot was one of the better dressed guys &lt;br /&gt;in the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="0" alt="proshession" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of PROSHESSION. &lt;br /&gt;Wild Wild West!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PROSHESSION&lt;/span&gt; - Clubs and societies get on their floats (lorries) and parade down the streets in Perth city, PROSH style. Police were there to halt traffic for the parade. Imagine stopping traffic in the CBD on a weekday. Sucks to be in the car. It is somewhat like Chingay, but more fun, in my opinion. People on the sidewalks stop and stare and THEN get ambushed by PROSHers selling papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="wild west" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. AQUA. Like what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="solid gold" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging Seventies from the Solid Gold club.&lt;br /&gt;A club dedicated to the seventies and eighties music culture.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 this club :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="more solid gold" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Solid Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="ninjas!" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINJAS! 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="0" alt="on the streets" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSHers take to the street after the floats. Traffic grinds to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="mr. elephant" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. ELEPHANT! I love this costume the most haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="mr. elephant and ms. dino" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Mr. Elephant and his mate, Ms. Dino. &lt;br /&gt;He looks kind of dejected though. I wonder why haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="more walking" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More walking. My guess is that we've probably walked about 2km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="road hogging" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how we're hogging the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="police horse" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of these horses were present during PROSHESSION.&lt;br /&gt;They defecate quite a bit, but the police don't have to clean up after them.&lt;br /&gt;The cleaners do. If I ever want to be a cop, I wanna be a cop ON a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="almost the end" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of PROSHESSION. &lt;br /&gt;PROSHers gather outside the Perth Cultural Centre&lt;br /&gt;for the final skits and stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="0" alt="the end" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll5/fatboyho/PROSH%202008/IMG_0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of PROSH.&lt;br /&gt;PROSHers dancing and partying in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it. End of PROSH. I got lost in the city for about 30mins and got on the bus back to school after an hour. Dead beat. Went home and slept some more. I skipped PROSH Ball, no point going alone. Gotta make it a point to make some mad partying friends next semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's event, it got me thinking whether I should participate next year. Mighty fun yo. I'll dress up as a.. umm.. pillow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>PROSH IS HERE!</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T15:50:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T19:13:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000c19e/"&gt;&lt;img width="230" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" alt="PROSH" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000c19e/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosh_%28University_of_Western_Australia%29"&gt;UWA's biggest charity event of the year&lt;/a&gt; is approximately 5 hrs from now. Not sure whether I'll be able to stay up till then. But what the hell, since all my lessons have been canceled tomorrow, I'll probably just take a walk down to school and take a few photographs and soak in the school culture :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a layout of the day's events as emailed to the students : - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; PROSH IS THIS WEDNESDAY!  APRIL 9th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; PROSH IS NIGH this Wednesday and by now you and all the people you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; are fired up and getting your costumes ready to PROSHITUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; OshPROSH Plan of Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Early  4am: Rock up at OAK LAWN for an early morning bbq, dance party  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; and tin/paper collection. Take your TINS and PROSH Papers and jump on a BUS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; to the City, Subiaco or Fremantle. GET YOUR PROSH OUT FOR CHARITY!! Prosh  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; it UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Morning 11am: Flock to the ESPLANADE RESERVE near the RIVER. Get in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; PROSHESSION mood by dancing in the park and amping up your FLOATS. Make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; sure your goose is totally loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Day 11:30am: Start dancing in the STREET as the PROSHESSION begins. Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; the CBD how we PROSH for Charity. Be AWESOME and enthusiastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Lunchtime 12:15pm: Arrive in PROSHESSION style at the Perth Cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Centre. PICA has the art gallery on the left and northbridge on the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; right and a library behind it. Here the patron/s will get their PROSHitup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; by leading us in a CONCERT full of skits and prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Arvo 1:30pm: You are all FREE! Free to go back to your old School with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; your newfound PROSH, and get THEM to PROSHitup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Late-Arvo 3:69pm: Get your TINS back to uni - more specifically first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; floor of guild - if you haven't already handed them in. Preferably full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Dooo eeeiiittt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Evening 5:00pm: PROSH Ball at the TAV. Get your PROSH out for yourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; for the 1st time today. This is your REWARD, so go nutty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Midnight 12:00am: Hey go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 204, 153);"&gt; Remember to PROSH safe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda excited 'bout this, I believe you don't get to do this kind of wacky shit in Singapore. Even if there's such an event, I don't think Singaporeans will be enthusiastic enough to go wild in the CBD haha. Police will swop down on you in an instant and you'd be charged with being a public nuisance and participant in an illegal gathering. At the time of posting, it looks like I'll be going alone. Dang. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:2537</id>
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    <title>The End of the 'The' Posts</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T18:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T18:41:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Getting kind of hard to think of subjects starting with 'The', better stop before it crashes my brain. Anyway, something to melt your cold, bitter hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="See more here."&gt;Monkey and dog team, Pan-kun and James team up to do situps  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now they’re Firemen, or Fireanimals to be politically correct &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pan-chan faces his greatest challenge yet, saving his friends life in numerous life or death situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The history of Pan, too cute for words alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ultra Pan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid=""&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="13" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to Japanator.com</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fatboyho:2253</id>
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    <title>The Weekend Post II</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T15:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T15:23:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="240" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="180" border="0" align="left" alt="sneaky thief!" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00008c3a/s320x240" /&gt;Haven't been posting much this week, there was much work to be done! I regretted having wished for more 'interesting' things to happen this week. I got what I want, but not in the way I wanted though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Cat burglar!"&gt;Did something on Thursday (I think?) that I'll never want to do again. After a long day in school, I went home to realise that I did not bring my keys out with me. Knowing that my housemate is at home, I attempted to call him but he didn't pick it up! I reckon he would not be awake anytime soon and thus that prompted me to commit the first break-in of my life in Australia. Just beside the main door of my apartment, there's something like a mosquito net that is framed onto the window. Thankfully it's not a permanent fixture and after making sure I was not being seen, I removed the whole thing and climbed in through the window and into my house. Good thing I did that or else I'd be locked out of home for another 3 hours. I sure hope that it is not a crime to break into my own home. :shrugs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Awesome Saturday mornings are meant for you and me! Not."&gt;I thought my house problems was over until yesterday morning. Woke up to a nice and chilly rainy morning, with a wet bed! First thing that went through my mind was 'OMG I WET MY BED! I need adult diapers.' But a thorough checkup of my shorts suggest otherwise. :whew: What could have caused the wet patch on my bed? The next instant, something wet hit my head and upon looking up, I found my answer in the form of a friggin leaking ceiling. Great way to start a Saturday. Got myself a bucket and left it on my bed to prevent further damage. Found out that my kitchen's ceiling was leaking too when I was doing up my breakfast. Condition's worse than my bedroom. The water dripping out of the ceiling was pure yellow. Like piss from someone who hasn't drank any water in days. At least the rain stopped a few hours after and all is well again. Yay. Hurray. I wonder if I will wake up one day and see the open sky instead of the ceiling. Puts a whole new meaning to open air concept living huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Going to the toilet has never been so exciting."&gt;For all the trouble I've been through, there ought to have something good right? X'mas for our landlord came 8 months early this year and she bestowed us poor students with a brand new sparkling toilet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this --&amp;gt;  &lt;img width="180" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="1" align="middle" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/000099rp/s320x240" /&gt; To this! --&amp;gt; &lt;img width="180" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="1" align="middle" alt="shiny new toilet!" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000afyq/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that took a long time coming, like 2 years now, from what I gather from my housemate. Looks shiny enough to entice me to stay in the toilet for hours. The old toilet's flushing handle was broken by my current housemate ever since he came here 2 years ago. So in order to flush the toilet, we will have to reach into the cistern and pull up some mechanism. The toilet seat was almost coming off too. Glad it's finally working as it should now :happy: Wonder if she'll ever get me a new bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="PROSH!"&gt;PROSH's this coming Wednesday. It's somewhat like a custom in UWA. It's a charity event where people run amok doing funny stuff and morning classes will be canceled throughout the university. Here's a preview of what will happen on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img width="180" vspace="5" hspace="5" height="240" border="1" align="top" alt="butt nekkid." src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/0000bp2a/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took this picture during orientation day. Butt naked guy is a member of the PROSH club. Leaves you wondering what will happen on their day huh. More to come in the coming days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To conclude this week's events, props to Siyun for having a washing machine break down on her! Smoking household appliances are the best aren't they? And here's wishing Julia's dad a speedy recovery too. Don't touch my booze yo! I know you're reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to go!</content>
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    <title>The Laws of Attraction</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T14:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T15:11:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="200" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="212" border="0" align="left" alt="magnet man!" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00007fy0/s320x240" /&gt; Ever wondered why you are attracted to someone, and why someone is attracted to you? I believe I have found the answer through what I have learnt in class today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Physics 101"&gt;Isaac Newton, one of the pioneers of modern physics, proposed his law of universal gravitation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Every particle in the universe attracts every other particle with a force that is proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it means that the heavier one is, the more likely he'll attract stuff to him.  So if someone tells you that he's/she's attracted to you, it just means that you're fat, so don't be too glad yet :-D Now we all know why all the muscle men and fat guys get all the chicks. Too bad I'm neither one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton's law of universal gravitation aside, the weather almost got me in trouble yesterday. It's well into autumn now in Perth and temperatures in the morning normally hover about 15-20 degrees (by my estimate). Everybody should know how tempting it feels to stay snug in bed at these temperatures and of course, me being me, I gave in without much resistance to the comforts of my bed, despite 5 alarms from my mobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the nagging by the little man at the back of my head, I eventually woke up to my biggest shock in a very long time. I WAS BLUDY LATE FOR MY PHYSICS TEST! I woke up 5mins after the paper has started. I literally jumped / flipped / somersaulted / flew out of bed and just ran as fast as my lil' legs can handle to school. This paper carries a 20% weightage for the whole unit this semester, so even if I have to brave through fire and brimstone, I have to absolutely take it. At least I still could finish the paper (except for the last question) on time. Oh well, lesson learnt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not sleep if you've studied till 4.30am and your test is at 8am.&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have some cheesecake to eat right now. Maybe I should try to get fat in the meantime too.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The Weekend Post I</title>
    <published>2008-03-30T12:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T12:43:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00005ee6/"&gt;&lt;img width="193" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00005ee6/s320x240" alt="sausage fingers rock!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would say that this week is quite short, thanks to Easter Monday. Quite a fair bit of events during these 7 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did up my blog, promising that I'll improve it with 'new bling bling snazzy graphics by the end of this week'. Which, of course I failed to do so. My water heater blew up the day after the blog came up, probably due to the blog's 10000000000 GIGAWATTS OF OARSOME POWAH!!!11!. Should have expected that to happen haha. In any case, after much flooding and shivering in the cold, the water heater was promptly replaced by a giant of a plumber the following day. I would have gladly kissed his feet if I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="What you should NOT do in the chemistry lab."&gt;Had my dreaded chemistry lab on Friday. If my memories prove me right, lab sessions during my poly days were basically confined to us watching the demonstrator do his/her stuff, nothing more. I was practically a fish out of water during Friday's lab session. If there was one thing I learned not to do in lab, it has got to be, 'Never Put Your Sausage Fingers in the Flask'. Stupid me put my thick stubby fingers into the flask and got them stuck in there. It's the worst feeling ever. Trying to pull my fingers out of the flask and not having to smash it into pieces at the same time is no mean feat.&amp;nbsp; I would have put some NaOH on it so it'll be easier to slip my digits out of the hole, but that will involve me walking halfway across the lab. For my dignity's sake, I decided not to and fortunately for me, I didn't have to suffer long to get my finger out. The flask was intact and whatever is inside the flask was all over my lab coat. :( Well, at least I made some pretty crystals in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour came and went by. Nothing much to it really. Daylight savings' over today, so I'm back in Singapore's timezone. Ending of daylight savings meant that I have 25hrs to utilize today. Put it to good use by sleeping haha. Having a sore neck/shoulder as of late. Wish I had someone to massage my shoulders right now instead of me pounding those sore points with my calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres hoping for a more interesting week. Cheers!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The Blackout</title>
    <published>2008-03-29T03:36:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T04:18:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="134" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="240" border="0" align="left" alt="captain planet!" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00006fyp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt; is on today at 8.00pm, where participating cities all around the world will switch off their lights for an hour to 'deliver a powerful message about the need for action on global warming'.  As far as I know, I've been participating in 'Earth Hour' since like forever, but not during 8pm though. Just slightly later from 2am till around 10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's participating and you might want to know that most ozzies get high on being environmentally friendly (and not to mention truckloads of beer). So I can expect most of the households here switching off their lights at this time. Probably I could head on down to Matilda Bay and catch a glimpse of the city in the hour of darkness. On second thoughts, maybe not. It's not a very wise idea to go out alone on a weekend night. I have no intention on meeting people getting deliriously high on saving the environment AND alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping lights off at 8pm tonight isn't really such a big thing to me. I would  switch it off if I had the chance. BUT, my house mate isn't such a big fan of darkness. You'll know he's in the house when you see the whole house lighted up like a Christmas tree. He never leaves a light switch off, even when he's not using it. Or even when he sleeps. That kind of pisses me off in a way. I'll always try to stay up later than him so that I can switch off all the lights in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sidetracking there. Well anyways, I'll probably by participating tonight in my own little way by hugging all the trees on the street for an hour. Maybe.</content>
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    <title>The Morning After.</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T00:50:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T04:26:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img width="196" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="132" border="0" align="left" alt="find x" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/000040f8/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just came back from a calculus test minutes earlier. Couldn't finish it on time as I have a slow thought process in the morning. I blame the water heater! I couldn't (or rather, wouldn't) get a shower to kick-start my brain because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, I came back home to find out that a certain carpeted area in the living room soaked from yesterday's catastrophe. Felt cold and icky. I hope it dries up soon. I don't think I want to smell the essence accumulated on the carpet over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to bed.</content>
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    <title>The Day the Water Ran Cold.</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T10:13:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T12:13:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img width="133" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="127" border="0" align="left" alt="kaboom!" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00001cpp" /&gt;Things were going pretty fine today until my water heater decided to go nuclear on me. Was alt-tabbing myself between my chemistry tutorial and &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/1_Pound_no_Fukuin"&gt;One Pound Gospel&lt;/a&gt; when I suddenly heard a loud 'POOF' from the kitchen. Ever curious, I went to check things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, witnessing the last moments of the heater's life, water ebbing out of it like blood and spewing sparks like sparklers during Mid-Autumn Festivals. With it, one of the simple pleasures in life was gone. I'll have to go without hot water for shower tonight! It might sound trivial, but the weather's getting kinda cold at night and I'm not one that can tahan low temperatures :frown: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called the agent in charge of the property and explained the situation to her, she immediately sent a plumber down when I exclaimed 'OMG WTF SPARKS!' over the phone. It pays to act a little haha, otherwise I wouldn't be getting help so soon. And so, while waiting for the plumber to come down, I had to skip my chemistry tutorial, which is pretty major to me 'cos I suck quite hard at it. Flooding ensues and&amp;nbsp; sian-ness sets in. Plumber came after 30mins and walked all over the place with his boots on. More sian-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. so that's it for today. And I'm peeved not having hot water to bathe tonight. &lt;font size="1"&gt;Damn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: Water was insanely cold. I have a feeling I'll get sick soon)</content>
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    <title>The Rise of the Cult.</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T13:29:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T00:50:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00003e78/"&gt;&lt;img width="300" vspace="5" hspace="10" height="239" border="0" align="left" alt="you shall worship me now by marc johns" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fatboyho/pic/00003e78/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally picked up my lazy fingers to get my first entry up after 1 week of not doing anything. Aye, my innate procrastinating powers played a part in the delay haha. It has been my 4th week in Perth, not too shabby. Weather's good, people are friendly, chicks are hot, fuel is expensive, school's entertaining, scenery is awesome, internet connection sucks. Yup, that about sums up pretty much how Perth is like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="First week madness &amp;lt;Part1&amp;gt;"&gt;First week was... pretty interesting. Flight to Perth was one of the worst I've ever been on, considering that I hadn't slept the night before. Toddler was being himself, screaming his lungs out. Hey I like kids! But this lil' hero takes the cake. His mom couldn't handle him and left him running and screaming throughout the whole flight. I swear I would have stuck my leg out, making him trip and make it look like an accident just so I can get some much needed sleep haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I landed in Perth and got picked up by a driver from the university. Initiated a chat with him and got stumped by his strong Aussie accent. In the end we ended up talking bout different stuff lol. So eventually we got to my apartment, and I get to try my keys for the first time. *slot in key* *turns key* &lt;font size="4"&gt;STUCK! DAMNIT! BOOSHITE!&lt;/font&gt; After a few more tries, I actually thought that I might be at the wrong apartment and maybe somebody's inside the house dialing up the police. Luckily for me, the driver came up and somehow got the door to open after 10 gruelling minutes. I thanked him for pulling me up from the edge of the pit named '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOMELESS&lt;/span&gt;' and he went on his merry way. What awaits me in this apartment will be further detailed in Part 2 haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I'm thinking that my blog's looking kinda bleah, probably will be updating it with new bling bling snazzy graphics by the end of this week! &lt;font size="1"&gt;(I guess).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to whoever who's reading my blog. WELCOME TO &lt;font size="1"&gt;*start bling*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CULT OF NUA-ISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; *end bling*&lt;/font&gt; where actions of procrastination, loafing and laziness are worshipped and looked fondly upon. Excuse me while I busk in the glory of laziness with the horde of cultists doing nothing outside my flat.</content>
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