<?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-34059390</id><updated>2011-05-11T14:43:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tIMe to getOUT?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34059390.post-2788849096683913355</id><published>2008-04-19T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:20:00.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobo shooter...T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAzYLa-gkFA/SAoH9NHCnEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kTctAWM53-o/s1600-h/resizeImage.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAzYLa-gkFA/SAoH9NHCnEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kTctAWM53-o/s320/resizeImage.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190970268570524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right..so it was down to this..either i couldn't shoot for nuts or my rifle is royally screwed..(which i really think is the case)..more on this later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost..i think i've fallen in love with the vespa...i dunno how to explain it..but one of the instructors taking us owns a vespa..and when everyone first saw it..the reaction was a unanimous 'wow'...i think i was affected more than everyone else though, because the vespa felt like it was an entire class of it's own...i can't explain how it feels la...&gt;.&lt;  &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/SIMJOO%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---looks pretty doesn't it?..=P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...back to the rifle...i jus had my first experience firing with my current on wednesday...and i totally screwed it up..i could hit everywhere and everything else except the target...the instructor taking me was very nice though..he guided me through the long entire process of holding the weapon, breathing method and squeezing the trigger...and he wasn't bothered by the fact tt everyone in my detail had finished..things didn't get better though..until i used my fren's rifle...so final verdict..the rifle screwed up more than me..  the armoror screwed up more than us though..for one thing...the rifle itself was extremely dirty..the barrel was caked with carbon.......when consulted, the armoror simply replied, use a cloth dab a bit of oil and pull through..(something tt i have been doing for at least 3 hours but had no effect on the rifle)...the previous owner probably went trigger happy with lots of blanks and decided tt it was a good idea to not clean it...and whoever was on duty tt day probably decided it was not a good idea to check the rifle..end result..poor me...T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...enuf of the bad stuff...time for the light hearted moments...lets start with today...the sky was purple!!!..not really a big deal but it was a pretty amazing sight...and then someone decided to start sing 'purple light'...lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another funny moment...our csm called this one guy out to give feedback regarding the SOC and he decided to say tt issuing punishment would affect the results negatively...then our csm said,'when did i punish u?'..den he asked,'gentlemen, did i punish u all?' 'no staff'...the chosen one got stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply, seeing tt everyone had chosen not to take his side..XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah...i can't really remember much at the moment now..i'll update again when i remember more..&gt;.&lt;...Ns really bad for memory....  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purple light&lt;br /&gt;in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;this is where&lt;br /&gt;my spirit flies&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;i am resting&lt;br /&gt;with my rifle and my buddy and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i made this one up..pls feedback..XD)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-2788849096683913355?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had been a great day, with its bizarre twists of events of course...&lt;br /&gt;finally, i get to go out with the trackists...i missed u guys &gt;.&lt; (more for some reason unknown) during the past two weeks.. anyway.back to today...met juncheng and dianah at harborfront mac, thinking i was horribly late, only to find out i was the few earlier ones..=X..oso found out tt jc (cough..stupidly...cough) wrote in the wrong birthday card (writing the message for shurong into aunty's card -.-) and cancelled the message, disguising it with the picture of a trolley...as for me, i started out with problems crafting out a decent message cos 3 weeks in ns very much crippled me of my ability to string more than two words into an understandable sentence..(this entry is, therefore, more of a miraculous recovery XD)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, nic and huanshern soon showed up and finished writing their mesages while i was still struggling...then the two brthday girls showed up and we went off to meet abby to begin our crazy adventures at sentosa..  off the monorail, we walked our way to siloso beach, only to turn back and head out to palawan beach cos nic decided tt palawan was a lot nicer &gt;.&lt; (i seriously can't tell the diff doe, it's all sun, sand and sea to me)...we hopped on the tram, alighted at the station, walked off to palawan again..this was when the most bizarre,if not horrific turn of events happened..we were walking towards the beach, there was this coconut tree, a tricycle and two sentosa crew doing some stuff on the tree itself...some of us were walking towards 7-11, some of us moving towards the beach and some lagging behind (tt's me)..den aunty was suddenly attacked by a baboon, and it took a while for the crew to get tt creature off her..they called for the help and jc sprinted off to by plasters, while the rest of us tried to console her...she was in a state of shock though.. so she wasn't as responsive as she usually is...it took a while b4 the paras came...what was most irritating was tt the crew decided to cover up their own mistakes and make it sound like it was ours...they claimed tt (1) we got too close (2) they warned us (i doubt they even noticed we were there) (3) aunty was carrying food (she wasn't)..but ya..noone brought it up..who would want to risk an argument if ur fren was already injured...she went to the ops room of sentosa, was she was examined, then after tt, we were brought to harbourfront by the sentosa crew..went to hunt for the clinic, where aunty for disappeared for more than half an hour..fortunatly, she came out fine and was back to normal..brave young girl, she is...  right after the entire episode, she insisted on coming along, and since her mom approved, we let her joined us as well..XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wen down to banquet for lunch, made a fool of ourselves by being camera whores, then jus when we're bout to light up the birthday cakes, jc declared he did not bring a lighter..so i went hunting for it, only to come back with a lighter which was later left unused...my efforts didn't jus go down the drain though..i made the two birthday girls blow out the lighter instead..=P  later, we went tdown to suntec to get my specs done, which was finished within two hours (so much for getting well equipped for live range) and during tt time, we hung at at waffles cottage (or isit the other way round?...nvm) and er...ate waffles..=X..after tt we walked ard abit more then the day was done...  alright...this is tiring..i'm done writing for now...=P  in any case, i'll try my best to motivate myself to carry  on next week, so tt ppl can actually noe wad my life's like now..XD   all you guys out there, please take care of yourselves.=)...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taught me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love,&lt;br /&gt;it taught me to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life,&lt;br /&gt;it taught me to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so it's not hard to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when you float like a cannonball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-656272522788085248?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/656272522788085248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=656272522788085248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lib...and i actually went...siao sia...anyway..at least we finally got started on tt history essay...one paragraph a day...not too bad..lol...darryl today majiam lik eat buffet..see girl onli want to get number...actually from 2 ppl la..but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standard chartered jus days away....can't wait....started the week feeling all psyched bout training for it..den when wanted to start...decided to sleep and forget bout it..so much for self motivation huh?...anyways...guess i'll jus go there and hav fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya..regarding specialist 's comment on how choices lead to nowhere...i beg strongly to differ..when wad appears to be nothing, its just another choice, another opportunity for u to carry on....unless somehow the choice is death la..den there would be nothing left...nothing is there because we choose not to see it..the untapped power of imagination in ur head can eliminate and create...it jus depends on how strong u will it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..i'll try try try to update as much as possible....ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those three words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are said too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I lay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116472250842173504?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/116472250842173504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=116472250842173504' title='0 Comments'/><link 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my...look at all tt dust...&lt;br /&gt;apolegies to those who read my blog..&lt;br /&gt;it's jus tt my life is currently to boring...&lt;br /&gt;lets sum up all tt has happened from de day tt i left of..&lt;br /&gt;now...where did i left off..hang on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[9th Nov to 20th Nov]&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;training&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;bowl [i got a turkey once!!! :P]&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's bout it...intereting ar...&lt;br /&gt;and hence the dust..&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hoping tt i'm thinking enuf..at least my tots are more interestin........................................i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;something i found out..the common thing that all problems a person face all have one common [how do i say this..ahhh...] component to it...and that is choice..and there is a problem with humans..u dun see a choice even if its there..one has the tendency to face the problems head on and is therefore convinced that there is only that particular choice available..this happens especially during times of extreme stress like u are rushing a deadline...or one is at gun point..or being preesured to the limit while trying to diffuse a bomb...[mayb]...ok...i'll try to condtiue this asap...gtg...lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116403153546079795?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/116403153546079795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=116403153546079795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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more then 10 hrs ago..anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day sick (not tt i'm feeling any better now)&lt;br /&gt;had our op tt went thru 2 other presentations .. coughed thru a quater of it...sorry the a2 grps...&lt;br /&gt;went to jp to have lunch with half of a1...got darryl, jerome, nic, eileen, esther, sharon, han, ah soon...after then started talking bout chalet then go OCH...after tt talk talk talk untill say go tang dynasty play...funni sia...end up reali go..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go liao went to the underground tunnel there, the huge place where suppose to house the terracotta warriors..then cmi...too hot lio..all chao to mac...then go bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther's score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  -8  7-  -1 -- -- -- -- -- ---&lt;br /&gt;0   8    15  16 16 16 16 16 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...nice sia..&lt;br /&gt;highert was weijian..nice nice 100...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home..both eileen and me saw our old frens (different ppl ar..)..then my mind ran wild again then cam eout with my theroy on hapiness...lol...happiness is that bubbly feeling that warms the heart and rises slowly but surely up to ur face and ends of with a smilw...everywhere, it's common to hear ppl comment about how some ppl can live more 'happily' then others..but then again...can 'hapiness' reali be as means of relative comparison?..how can one person be hapier then others...some say more $$ more happy..some say u healthy then happy..so so so much more..how to measure?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder..wad's tt burning smell that comes from my ears??...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick-ed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116299527180542233?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34059390.post-116256600573084126</id><published>2006-11-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:00:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOILET RIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note to readers: This article is rated NC16 due to an excessive use of vulgarities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO KNN!!!...Want to go toilet also cannot ar???....wapiang eh..ok..i'm not making sense...today got 'a' lvl mt paper...then one and half hour  later...paper 1 end..then give out paper 2...got 15 min break...say nice nice is break la..but WTH LA..give out paper need 15 mins AR???...walao...go toilet cannot ar???..sian...later my bladder become leaky cauldron how???..almost die of internal peeing lei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..now wonder now singapore birthrate falling..too many ppl recieve education..guys end up hav to gek pee gek until no strength to mari kita liao..sian diao la..no wonder everyday hav to sing...must train...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk bout pee...i think i break world record liao lo...stand infront of the bowl for 3 mins still same pressure...where got hear ppl say they pee until they sian one??...jialat la...by the time get out of toilet want to faint liao...al energy use to pump..win liao lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...dun talk liao la..talk more get more pek cek...byebyebyebyebyebye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say the devil's water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ain't so sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You dont have to drink right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you can dip your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every once in a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-34059390.post-116168868722777174</id><published>2006-10-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:03:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Customer Service,,,</title><content type='html'>Today i had a family outing at bugis junction..went to samuel and kevin to shop for new yr clothes...(kinda early huh?...wander wat got into my mom)...anyway..was impressed by the service there..especially this particular salesgirl..thing her name was Celes..kept smiling and was very patient..despite the fussy attitude of my mom..reminds me of the tmie when i was working in sakae...having to keep yp tt smile splattered over my face all the time even when u feel jus like kiling tt particular customer who keeps giving you problems..while there are many ways service can be done while on the part of the service crew...u can make ur entire shopping or eating experience by doing some things on your part too!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smile...keep Smiling..tt's right...n keep it sincere..service crew generally like customers who are friendly..and the more friedly u are..the more wiling they would want to help u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Say ur "Please" and "Thanks"..it makes them feel appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) be understanding..they're only human..there's only so much they can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When making orders, make sure u confirm all ur orders before allowing them to leave...this is to make sure that there will be no confusion when no orders are being made...any such confusion can bring about frustration to all parties involved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Relax if it takes longer then usual if ur food takes a while to arrive..when orders are being processed..the chefs will usually handle items or similar items that are greater in quantity first before the others..if it takes too long..simply request firmly on whether ur orderis ready..and make sure tt they ans for it..if all else fails..ask for the manager..he or she is usually the one who is greatest power in the restaurent and can help u pressure the kitchen to hurry up..your regular service crew will probably jus get scolded..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 golden rules..for me at least..all these are jus based on my experience as part of a service crew and oh...nv ever ever try to help them by putting or removing things from their tray..they need to maintain their balance..any sudden addition or removal of weight may make them topple the tray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav fun shopping!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116168868722777174?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34059390.post-116100961277294210</id><published>2006-10-16T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:09:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;right&gt;okok.....no posts..jus a story...the start of one..i'm trying out writing again...pls gimme any suggestions.....the story wil be influenced, one way or another, by ur suggestions....ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________ &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran. He panted heavily, his slingbag banging painfully into his side.&lt;br /&gt;He ran. Every step sending a spray of mud into his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;He ran. The mist hugged the ground dearly, like a mother holding her dear child.&lt;br /&gt;He ran. The road stretched on forever, no end in sight. Impossibly tall hedges flanked the road, running as far as the road went, running as far as he would run.&lt;br /&gt;He ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grey rock sat menacingly, hidden in the mud. He tripped, fell head over heels, heels over head, before landing onto the ground. His once pearly white shirt and pearly white teeth were now drenched in mud. He pulled himself off the pathway and set on the grass, leaning onto the hedge, and started to weep. He weeped not for the pain that now stung his leg, but tha pain of losing the one person who was always there for him in the past, stolen away in the present, and for as far as he could see, there was no future. The ever thickening mist did not help much either. He rested his head between his knees, trying to keep out the coldness of void away. Weak and futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grey arm stretched out from the hedge and rested on his sholder. Gentily, like a bird pearching on a branch, yet firm, like the talons of the bird. He felt comforted, that he was not alone, no longer alone. he rested his head on the back of the hand, breathing gently onto it. It was then he jolted. He jumped, look back, just to see in time as the hand shrank away into the hedge, a titanium ring on the ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116100961277294210?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/116100961277294210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=116100961277294210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116100961277294210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116100961277294210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/2006/10/prologue_16.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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-34059390.post-116031393941069971</id><published>2006-10-08T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:02:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!!  U'RE IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OkOk...kena tagged by dianah to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense.NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. how are you feeling today??? Shu Dao Wu Da Ying Wo - Cao Ge (making promises to change my life?...hmmm..)&lt;semo??....i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. will you get far in life??? Zhi Yue - Pu Xue Liang (semo....philosophical song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. how do your friends see you??? You Are My Love (Tsubasa: ReserVOIR Chornicles) - Yui Makino (ooook,........i wonder........)&lt;jus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. will you get married??? Get High - F.I.R (SEMO???..WEDDING PLAY THIS AR???...SIAO...)&lt;no&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. what is your best friend's theme song??? That's When - Asyln (that's when what happens again???)&lt;lost&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. what is the story of your life??? Believe Me - Fort Minor (you dun wanna noe..........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. what was primary school like??? &lt;semo...pri&gt;The Remedy - Jason Mraz (i was nuts..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. how can you get ahead in life??? Chun Zai - 5566 (by existing...wow...tt's cool..)&lt;whoa..dunno&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. what is the best thing about your friends??? Stick With U - Pussycat Dolls (CHEERS TO ALL OF U OUT THERE!!..HEE)&lt;er....hey&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. what is in store for this weekend??? My Happy Ending - Avil Lavigne (definately happy weekend...no doubt...lol...)&lt;???????????????????????????????????????????????&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. what song describes you??? Forever Love - Wang Li Hom (?????????????????????????????????????????)&lt;single&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. to describe your grandparents??? Bless The Broken Road - Rascall Flatts (awww...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. how is your life going??? Ai Wu Li (semo??.......)&lt;refer&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. what song will they play at your funeral??? May I Love You - Z Chen (wa..confession at the funeral...cool...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. how does the world see you??? HEAVEN - Ayumi Hamasaki (REALLY????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. will you have a happy life??? Another F***ing Lovesong - Amiel (*groans*)&lt;sounds promising=")"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. what do your friends really think of you??? First Date - Blink 182 (someone help me comment can??)&lt;colorful&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. do people secretly lust after you??? Tian Kong - Derrick Ho (yes or no??)&lt;and&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. how can i make myself happy??? Tian Hei - Ah Du (Close my eyes??)&lt;kill&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. what should you do with your life??? Wang Ba Dan - David Tao (be a jerk??.....na...)&lt;semo?...&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. will you ever have children??? Yi Qian Nian Yi Hou - Lin Jun Jie (dear prime minister...i dun think u can look for me to help u increase ur birth rate liao...lol...)&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;next 5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) all 06A01 PEEPS!!!!! MUST DO AR!!..no blog go friendster bulletin!!!..if oso dun have go email!!&lt;br /&gt;( 2 ) everyone on my contact lists who sees this...no blog go friendster bulletin!!!..if oso dun have go email oso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la..be kind...2 grps of ppl enuf liao...lol..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116031393941069971?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/116031393941069971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=116031393941069971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116031393941069971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116031393941069971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-ure-it.html' title='TAG!!  U&apos;RE IT!!!'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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-34059390.post-116022328696476431</id><published>2006-10-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:55:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke is in the air...lots of it...</title><content type='html'>WOOTS!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos are over...time to bring down the house...lol...&lt;br /&gt;okok....time to update...ytd and today...fun days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we, the trackists, met up at the dohby ghaut mrt station..when to the er...oh right..pizza hut for luch..everyone was there except weijian...family stuff...kaidi was woke up onli an hour before we erach pizza hut and nic was out there...somewhere...thereafter..we went to the catch the movie "you me and dupree".interesting...the 7 kinds of smoke...i shan't spoil it here...go catch it urself..:P...after tt was pool for the guys and bowling for the girls...pool was a spoiler man..bad cues..lousy tables..high rate..suck///...then dinner at the cafe cartel..okok...here comes the very very very intersting part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the dinner was going on..another class outing...my class was taking place...er...class guys outing towards the end anyway..so we temporily abandoned the trackists and joined the guys...got hoe han, weijian n nic tan...at the carl's junior...darn funni...weijian saw this girl who he tot was very pretty and kept trying to find excuses to walk up and look at her...(her back was facing us)..chilli, drinks...u name it...wadever refills he could get, he would volunteer to get it..once she and her friend stood up to get drinks..seeing tt, he quickly finished his own and went to get more...no luck...she was on her way back when he reached...lol...later we challenged him..go get her number..and he replies "OK LA!!"...tt got us all psyched up...got show to watch liao...then they started to leave..went to the toilet...ya.we followed...for weijian's sake..by now he was near peeing in his pants...scared...lol...then when they finally exited weijian ran off...lol..then some went to catch him la...caught him he say "dun want dun want!!"...-.-...then we...esp han..said..we go get for u her no la"...then he say ok lo...but ask him follw also scared...tell him take out hishpone jus nice no batt...walao eh...then heck care liao...gave chase...followed bout 5 mins finally caught up..han went and managed to get her email..she was feeling so darn awkward and weijian was hiding in the toilet...funni...then got weijian out...his legs were shaking...god...he wasn't even the one who went up to her la....lol..now he owes everyone big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this we gathered together again...then go play candles...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ar,,,can update tmr ornot ar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-116022328696476431?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/116022328696476431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=116022328696476431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116022328696476431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/116022328696476431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/2006/10/smoke-is-in-airlots-of-it.html' title='smoke is in the air...lots of it...'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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-34059390.post-115944671487536524</id><published>2006-09-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:32:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 DOWN!!..4 more to go!!...WOOTS!~!!</title><content type='html'>Jus had my GP and mt papers today....gp was...er...ok(?)..and mt?...fell asleep...who cares now anyway...4 more to go...1 more week...&lt;br /&gt;went to many blogs...and omg..so many ppl complaining bout wad to do after promos..gonna start planning now doe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) get a part time job (hopefully Sakae) right after promos (who dosn't need tt extra cash after promos?)&lt;br /&gt;(2) go gym...(i realised how weak i am...have to train liao...)&lt;br /&gt;(3) climb rock wall (addicted (= )&lt;br /&gt;(4) kayaking!! (wanna try!!)&lt;br /&gt;(5) night-cycling/round island cycling!!&lt;br /&gt;(6) OBS?...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;(7) slap nic in the face and tell him "I AIN'T GOT NO LOVE LIFE TO BLOG ABOUT!!!"..lol&lt;br /&gt;(8) someone teach me harmonica can?&lt;br /&gt;(9) think about more things to do after promos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!~!!...can't wait!!...ONE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So 我们 Get High　用双手把天撑开　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Get High　要所有人都明白&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;泪水都不应该　因为我有你的爱　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby You Are Always On My Mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-115944671487536524?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/115944671487536524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=115944671487536524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/115944671487536524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/115944671487536524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-down4-more-to-gowoots.html' title='2 DOWN!!..4 more to go!!...WOOTS!~!!'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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-34059390.post-115926241098113443</id><published>2006-09-26T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:20:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal??....wad's tt??..</title><content type='html'>ok...this entry's inspiration should be credited to last yr's May edition of Discover..with the article entitled "What Do Animals Think?" by Verlyn Klinkenborg..was rereading some of my magazines a few days ago n found this...something i noticed long ago but didn't care to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is basically an interview of Temple Gradin, plus a lot of the author's comments...Temple Gradin is probably the most popular autistic person in the US.."Autistic peole think the same way as animals."...she had mentioned matter-of-factly...this is not in anyway an insult but a keen observation...according to her, autistic people, like animals, absorb information in its purest form; in it's raw state...which is y even when autistic people desire affection, they feel very uncomfortable when offered as "it was just too overwhlming..like a tidal wave of sensation drowning me"...whereas we...the normal people...dun see much...we see big pictures by filtering out things that we do not wish to see...tt's y we revise all our stuff n we almost never find out wad we dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it addresses on how humans are highly adaptable, yet we are trapped because of our adaptability...we have made things so tt they resemble wad we call 'normality'..the way we try to understand non-human things is to make them as human as possible...like wondering whether your dog truely loves u...den again, love may be a truely human emotion that animals don't understand..we and them are living in 2 completelty different worlds....what's more, we live in world where Gradin will call 'abstractificated'...living in a world that is defined by the way of our thoughts and ideas..in this way, we do tend to miss things out...in fact a lot of them...IMO, it's probably because of this tt we start to take things for granted...opening ur eyes is never gonna be enough..it's the mind tt requires opening up...we hav lived in an arrogant society tt is merely brought into existance by our mere ideas and thoughts, at the expense of the natural...open ur mind, and tell the difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can't help you fix urself,&lt;br /&gt;well at least i can say i tried, &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i gotta move in with my own life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-115926241098113443?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/115926241098113443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34059390&amp;postID=115926241098113443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/115926241098113443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34059390/posts/default/115926241098113443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/2006/09/normalwads-tt.html' title='normal??....wad&apos;s tt??..'/><author><name>b34nst4lk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458437005365221084</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-34059390.post-115893757704275723</id><published>2006-09-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:06:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only...</title><content type='html'>YOu know, every now and then, everyone goes through this period of time when you start to think wad in the world are you living for and you can just sit for an entire day and still can't get an answer?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then paranoia sets in, then unexplainable gloom and lonliness, then u start to think why are u thinking like that. Pure waste of time. Then u start to think about all the things that once were so so so importent to you simply just doesn't even matter to you anymore? Then after a while you just feel so fresh and revivied and all geared up to start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm somewhere stuck between paranoia and gloom right now. Funny how you can start to imagine all those very, very out of this world situations that sometimes just freak out. An active imagination that canno be controlled will NOT improve things. Such is the life of a mentally-deprived kid sucking up to sci-fi novels for the last eight years. then again, i would't be where i am today without those stuff. Anyways,while at this point of stage and time, with the promos looming so near and so many problems still left unsolved, all the if-onlys starts to apear one after another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)If only I've spent less money on toys...i wouldn't be so freaking broke now...&lt;br /&gt;2)If only I've been more forgetful..maybe some of the things i keep thinking about would just go away...&lt;br /&gt;3)If only I wasn't so forgetful...then i wouldn't keep forgeting the wrong things...&lt;br /&gt;4)If only I didn't hide in this mask all the time, things may have been better, even better then now...&lt;br /&gt;5)...............&lt;br /&gt;6)...........&lt;br /&gt;7)........&lt;br /&gt;8).....&lt;br /&gt;9)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much, yet in reality, so little...&lt;br /&gt;most of us jus live..in regrets and all...but who really has a life out there now?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ballerina..but the obviou problem is how confined he is in tt box...nevertheless, he somehow hopped and hopped and met the queen....the queen was, naturally very unahppy, being one who believes strongly in structure, in the order and peace it provides..here, jack got a lecture on how structure maintains order, by providing specific guidelines for one to follow, although she is a bit fed up protecting a weakling..^^...she also says that structure should never be forgone by happiness as it will only bring about chaos...but that does not deter jack (it's so weird saying my own name over and over again...but anyway..) and he moves on..and he meets the puppet...the puppet was different...who felt that happiness was most importent..she tells tales of how she has already explored the whole of Missus room and how she had been save by Missus..and here she takes for granted the fact that she will always be safe, and will be so even if she forgoes the structure...encouraged, jack moves on (HoPPed) and meets the doll...who sat in its path, refusing to move..the doll was Missus' toy when she was a baby, but as she grew, he got abandoned, leaving him on the shelf to literally fall apart..he starts talking about how he was safe in a structure, how protected he was and how &lt;u&gt;dependant&lt;/u&gt; he was on that structure...jack on the other hand decided to press on and in his violent attempts to dislodge from the box, he fell over...this sparked an argument b/w all the toys, except the ballerina...who sang and shut everyone up...lol...while this was going on, jack got himself busy unscrewing(sounds wrong...so WRONG!!) himself from the box..the play ends with him getting outta the box and offering his hand to the ballerina...what this play is probably about is the constant struggle we have to face when choosing to conform to both structure and the nedd to search for own happiness..do we realy have to live in the way others dictate us to? or do we break free and find our own ways of living?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sixty&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly?...i didn't like this...very superficial and boring...jus one with lots of bangs and swearings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A very serious play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not be tricked by this title..there is no attempt at sarcasm, and it was very very serious...to me...it would be the most profound play of all...this one touches on the sensitive issue of religion..when it begins...a recording of a prayer is played..and when it ends, a beam of light shown down on centre stage, lighting up a group of 5, laughing...one by one, they break from the group, muttering "day afer day"....then they started walkin...some with confidence, some with fear..perhaps it show how religion can affect all walks of life?...they then move into different postures, showing fear, despair, enlightement and so on..perhaps religion brings all that?..or does that bring more meaning to religion?...next..all charecters stand and started uttering 'day after day' repeatedly, with one actor muttering very very quickly about the life of a man...does this show how religion can affect one and their choices in their everyday lives?...this scene ends and is replaced by 3 charecters, a devouant soul, a non-believer, and a confused one...much was said b/w the 3 and it ended, with the confuse done laughing, walking away...and the devouant soul and the non-believer picking up a chain of beads and a handphone respectively..the struggle that technology and religion has?...the next scene...2 prisoners, taken into custody..both claiming that their deeds were done in the name of a higher power....so should them be forgiven?...much is really addressed within this short span...and i'm still thinking thru...i'll get back when i have something ya?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is only so much one can 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individual can feel controlled by the society...where the society does not allow one to feelwad one truely feels..."i'm not allowed to feel sad!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this play...is..er...about..a..boy..right....it starts off..with Oliver...he was found, by a lake...covered in bruises..he was brought to a nursing home, by Rose, to help him recover..Ivan, another worker of the home, was in charge of consulting him, finding out his problems...Oliver was a strange boy, ever often so lost in his own world, and sometimes breaking out in fits of rage, and always finds peace in the lake...it was by coincidence..that one day...in a fit of rage, Rose brought him to the lake to calm him down..removing his coat, she found a news article...(some person's name/ i forgot), father of Oliver Lim was found dead in the lake on 8th of August 2006, her son was later found, covered in bruises further down the lake, the police has yet to release any comments regarding the issue...horrified at the truth, Rose ran offstage....Should the boy love and forgive his father?...or continue hating his father for his abuse?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Left or Right&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This play was about, as the name may suggest, choices...more specifiacally, it tries to show (to me) how choices are made, sometimes irrationally, and how it can affect the ones concerned...the play itself is divided into 2 linear plots, and everytime a choice is made, a bell goes...the story starts off, with mother and daughter...mother goes on..at length, to try to tell how much she loves her daughter, and how she was protected and that prevented her from telling her daughter something impt....tt her life is ending..her muscles will soon fail, her nervous system will break down, leaving her trapped in a body she can't control..this is when she pleaded her daughter, to pull the plug when the time comes...the daughter was against it...totally..i mean..who wouldn't?...but ultimately, she agreed...in this first plot, we see 3 choices being made..the choice of the parent in telling the child the truth, the parent in pleading the child to pull the plug, and finally, the child in agreeing to the parents request..in the second plot, the charecter changes,with the first part (the period of time before the first choice was made), this time, a mother and her rebellious son..the mother repeats the same line, and the son reamins dtubbon and refuses to listen, blaming the mother for her lack of ] show [ of love...next part, the charecter changes again, when the father is now trying to convince his daughter to pull the plug...the daughter refuses, wanting to use her father's saving (which is for her education) for his medication, her father refuses....part three...son and father...father wants son to pull the plug..but son strongly strongly refuses..."i''m not strong enuf dad..i'm not strong enuf.."&lt;br /&gt;the msg is clear..wadeva choice we make....it will affect those who are involved...rather then looking from jus ur own pt of view, it would really help if one chooses to make a choice from other ppl's shoes as well..it other words..a rational choice.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,.....heres's the interlude...and i'm tired...the other 3 plays will be updated when i feel like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who we are today are the summation of all the choices we have once made, whether we were aware or not..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34059390-115780978309230908?l=stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-abox.blogspot.com/feeds/115780978309230908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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