<?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-7581113501656147195</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:36:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamburgermen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581113501656147195.post-551362177072068496</id><published>2009-03-27T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:00:10.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been exactly 20 days since my last post. I guess the novelty has worn off. I get bored easily. Let's talk about something interesting shall we? For example, let's talk about the sky. I like it best during dusk, when the sun's just about to go beneath the horizon and the last of it's light just stretches and cuts through the clouds. Ah, Beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be even better, if you just had a long day. You know, what I'm talking about. Yes, THE day of fuck-heads, what-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;not's&lt;/span&gt;, more fuck-heads, their bloody families and cousins and coconut trees. Wait wait, i digress. So yes, the day's like a sneak peak to hell. But you're on the train, and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braddell&lt;/span&gt; station, and the whole crowd moves because the doors HAVE to open on the other side. Next stop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt;, says the cool metallic feminine voice. Probably part of the family mentioned above, though. People get out, people enter. People doze off, or rather pretend to doze off so they won't have to give up their seat. You notice it's not dark yet. Your mind goes blank. And suddenly, a sudden change in the amount of light. Your eyes take a moment to adjust. But there you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dusk. Just. Beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really makes your day, aye? It makes you believe that there's more to life. Life isn't what they all say. No, it's more than that. Gosh, I sound like a happy freak. If I were reading this another day, I wouldn't have believed I wrote it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, people say sunrises thrash sunsets for their beautiful and other plus points. Fuck them. Sunsets are awesome. And if you don't like them, you're probably missing your appointment at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IMH&lt;/span&gt; alright. Buses 88, 43, 109, 101, 156, 159, 161 and 325 will take you there. Oh, and remember to bring along your appointment card, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay okay, don't be sad alright? I think i like sunsets better because I'm never awake to see sunrises. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have no idea how I'll rate this post. It seems like trash but i did make some point, right? Never mind, you can always close your browser window now. See the 'X' at the top right hand corner, click it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye Bye Beautiful People. If you see an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oasis's Concert Ticket&lt;/span&gt; lying around. Please text me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty, please. Please, pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581113501656147195-551362177072068496?l=hamburgermen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/551362177072068496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-present-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/551362177072068496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/551362177072068496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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-7581113501656147195.post-6577457127179198518</id><published>2009-03-07T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:22:34.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm more confused than upset, i guess. I seriously don't know what to think any more. I guess it could have been much worse? Given the effort i put in, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm so very glad that at the point where i needed the company i got it. My family, tofu, BUD and Mg. My parents especially, they made me feel okay when all did not seem to make sense. I'm starting to believe my karma is screwed, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Math - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Economics - D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Geography - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP- B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1 Physics- A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye NBS.&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/7581113501656147195-6577457127179198518?l=hamburgermen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/6577457127179198518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/closure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/6577457127179198518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/6577457127179198518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/closure.html' title='Closure.'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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-7581113501656147195.post-6496919280832794380</id><published>2009-03-06T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:03:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8:30 and nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you are no one. Simply because no one has found out about this site yet. In exactly 6 hours, my results would be out. Since that is inevitable, i shall write about happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I found a friend this holiday. And I found out that this friend is the carbon copy of me. I swear on Mary the Blessed Mother of Jesus, that she is similar to me in almost &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EVERY WAY&lt;/span&gt;. Some would call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;/fate, Christians would say something along the lines of God-Sent (BS), i would say weird and freaky. I mean, how many times can you say "Gosh, i feel the same way!" without the party getting suspicious that you're merely trying to please him or her by agreeing to everything. Anyway, the point is that, we were both not trying to please the other. We really are that similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling apprehensive though, about this whole thing. Things are moving so much faster this time, it's as though we're going through it in fast-forward. But i know I'm happy. Such a cynic, i get irritated sometimes by the fact that i can't be normal and share the same perspectives with the rest of the population. Selfish and parsimonious when it comes to emotional investment, i don't like to let my guard down. Some how, it does not seem right to let yourself become vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning, you. You sounded happy to hear my voice.&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/7581113501656147195-6496919280832794380?l=hamburgermen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/6496919280832794380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/830-and-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/6496919280832794380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/6496919280832794380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/830-and-nothing-to-do.html' title='8:30 and nothing to do.'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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-7581113501656147195.post-312497466206596032</id><published>2009-03-06T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:22:28.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Is Not Over (Goddamnit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got ten minutes. My Dad, absolutely refuses to let me use the computer any longer even though I'm really restless and blogging is the only thing i can do now. Oh yes, i forgot that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MeiGui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants to be entertained too. Wait, did i say 10? It's 5, now. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my (emergency) plan for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at my results/grades. Many have died or killed themselves without even knowing their grades! Absurd! i studied hard (i think/hope), I want to see the fruit of my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Decide if it is good or bad; If good, step 4 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If bad, take many many deep breaths. Remind yourself that 7 Eleven is only a short walk away and Corona WOULD BE WAITING. Corona is the world's yummiest beer, by the way. Discuss options with family, friends, mysterious uncles you meet at strange place and taxi drivers. I hope I would not encounter much head shaking and expressions of disbelief. If that happens, please come to my funeral, alright? Give some money. We poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Thank Starbucks. Triple Espresso helped me tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very stupid plan. I will take two pills which are labeled Anti-Histamine and go to sleep. Drugs and Alcohol. I sound like a goddamn hippie. Damn, Oasis smoked weed for breakfast? Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, guys. Rain's stopped.&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/7581113501656147195-312497466206596032?l=hamburgermen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/312497466206596032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-is-not-over-goddamnit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/312497466206596032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/312497466206596032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-is-not-over-goddamnit.html' title='The Night Is Not Over (Goddamnit)'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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-7581113501656147195.post-4536295165987257669</id><published>2009-03-05T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:14:26.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End As I See It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia's&lt;/span&gt; entry on the f-word is apparently 17 pages long. I am scared. Like, shit scared. The kind of fear that many people in history would have felt before but they're probably dead by now. That's right. The end is here. Okay, so you, would probably think, "Aye, another cliche i-am-so-scared of my A's post". Well, fuck you, alright. I have every right to be scared. If i fuck this up, I'm done for, like seriously. My folks have no cash to fly me down under to get a fucking degree alright.  It go to be local or local. The way i see it, my future would be decided tomorrow. All credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ANGMEIGUI&lt;/span&gt; though. Brilliant friend, got me a blog within 3 minutes. Such a great sitting partner. Those were the times. It seem like we can never stop talking about Anderson! Amazing stuff. U2's great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt; the man. I hate the fucking UN. Bloody Pakistanis, putting the world of cricket is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jeopardy&lt;/span&gt; all because someone gave you a copy of the Koran made in China. Time magazine helped me get through the 1 hour wait today. Yes, i had my first tuition class today. No dummy, i'm the teacher. Seems wierd. Calling myself teacher, next thing you know I'll be changing my surname to Lee. I do apologize for the lack of political correctness though. Just bear with me for a night? Please, pretty? See, i know you'll be fine after i called you pretty, dumdum. Some people aren't meant to do math. I'm not insulting them. But they probably have some other wonderful gift that they have yet to discovered. Look, I'm not being sacarstic, alright? I know i can't play music to save my life and my mum's. People should play with their strengths. Mmm. This is my first entry. Could probably be my last though. Don't know. Merry Christmas, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581113501656147195-4536295165987257669?l=hamburgermen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/feeds/4536295165987257669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-as-i-see-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/4536295165987257669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581113501656147195/posts/default/4536295165987257669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamburgermen.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-as-i-see-it.html' title='The End As I See It.'/><author><name>hanhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15695696794905058650</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></feed>
