<?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-13302780</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:12:27.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALK; a term synonymous with lager, heavymetal &amp; punkrock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302780.post-112232261540656776</id><published>2005-07-25T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:16:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Band Issue</title><content type='html'>So as you all know, i'm looking for new band members to form a band (duh)&lt;br /&gt;We now have Hadi on guitars &amp; KingChalk on Vocals. So kudos to it. So if any of you guys think your up for it, do contact me alright !&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Tim seems interested too. Talking about Tim, i went out to have a drink wit him the other day. And surprisingly.... i saw JOSIE (Yes Josie that used to be from, errr UWC?). She really changed a whole darn lot. Still remembered the times we used to hang out at Sunset Railroad doing nothing but talk shit. Ahhh the good old days. Well what can i say, she's really become so pretty now. (DARN!) As usual, TIM was talkin to her about drums (ZzZ, she's a drummer too &amp; its not that i can't play the drums, ITS REALLY BORING TO TALK ABOUT DRUMMERS) . Okay thats the lowdown on Tim. Did i mention he digs chinese girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the night(morning), Chalk lays awake infront of his best friend NEC Versa E2000. Staring blankly into the brightly lid LCD, he plans the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to hadi (who is representing SP in the cross-border rugby exchange against UTM (university of technology malaysia ?)  --&gt; BAIK BROTHER, BETTER SCORE MORE TRIES AND GET ME SOME GUM WILL YOU. LETS GO MAKAN AFTER YOU COME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to Marie --&gt; Thanks for the encouragement :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-112232261540656776?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/112232261540656776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=112232261540656776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112232261540656776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112232261540656776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/07/band-issue.html' title='The Band Issue'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302780.post-112232174908786903</id><published>2005-07-24T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:02:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regularity of Posts</title><content type='html'>OKAY people, due to extremely irritating popular demand (Sheesh), i have decided to post more often ! The term break, a great time to catch a breather. However this term break isn't much of a break. Its a god damn study-week where you have to stay at home at STUDY. Just when you thought you could chill for once and smell the fresh summer air (not as if there are other seasons though), you get shocked back into reality. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-present need to break free. Will always remain a need. For the need will not be satisfied. In chained, we all are. Manipulated and materialised by the education system of Singapore. The rigidity and the inflexibility of teaching standards still bother me, though everyone says that POLY LIFE is supposed to be a breeze, i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when we laugh and play, will always past like a feather floating through a strong gust of wind. Never more will we embrace such a moment for outstretched periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;Just learn to live with it Chalk. They all say. But what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so restricted. So bound up by society. I want to break free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-112232174908786903?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/112232174908786903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=112232174908786903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112232174908786903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112232174908786903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/07/regularity-of-posts.html' title='Regularity of Posts'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-112037147576134291</id><published>2005-07-03T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:17:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP</title><content type='html'>SAPD assignment needs to be done by Week8. SAPD is of course a shit-ass module that includes the use of Java programming.&lt;br /&gt;Good god with my mind zero-ing in on SAPD, i almost forgot about MMWD flash assignment ! HOLY CRAP.. our group theme isn't even discussed ! Sorry this segment doesn't have Chalk's novelistic style of writing thats because The Meister is stressed up over school issues and the artistically-refined brain cells are not functioning like they are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH OF SCHOOL WORK FOR NOW. (BECAUSE 5 DAYS OF IT ARE ENOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;holy mother of christ, the remnants of my weekends are just left to a few hours. I will very much REFRAIN from emo-ing today, because the weather's so fine and nic's ever so kind. (no im not trying to SHOW-OFF my song writing abilities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i forget to add that theres badminton on TV? HAHA FYI homies, badminton is my worse sport ! ok thats all for the early afternoon. Imma update y'all later at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-112037147576134291?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/112037147576134291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=112037147576134291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112037147576134291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/112037147576134291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/07/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111907671340845117</id><published>2005-06-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:16:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the week</title><content type='html'>Clearly i'm not a daily blogger. I would like to refer myself as more of an "event" blogger.&lt;br /&gt;The last week was a lazy and unindustrious week as i would call it. Not much of a controversy, an overload of typical activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early week could be explained in just one word - UNexceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid week was much better. The fact that class ended at 12pm and was gonna play tennis with Darla &amp; Mellie after sucha long time contributed to the progress of the "week mood". Much needed indeed. I shall not reveal the results of the tennis match. Lets just say it wasn't a fair &amp;amp; evenly-matched one (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as "Monday - Tuesday". Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ended at 12pm again for friday. Was supposed to meet Karine at 130pm but still had 1 hour and 30 friggin minutes. What to do ?! Where else could i have went other than the place i call my &lt;em&gt;2nd home. &lt;/em&gt;ICT club room. The green walls, aged sofa set w/ holes, and a "rustic" door with a knob for a fixed asset and lastly the main ingredient... the community (also known as the lame-ass people of ICT Club). These are the things that make up the ICTXperience. Unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130pm - 500pm : (chilling) AWWW MY FAVOURITE ACTIVITY: DO I HAVE TO SAY MORE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm : The ICT Club Official Inauguration Ceremony 2005&lt;br /&gt;The relinquishing of the current MainComm and the passing down of power to the New ExCo.&lt;br /&gt;I personally would like to thank ALL members of the ex-MainComm for all their hard work and commitment towards the club. Thanks for the memories, experiences and knowledge. Being in ICT Club has certainly &amp; unquestionably enriched my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time i would like to present a special tribute to some members of the Ex-maincomm that i had the honor of working with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;"The Propaganda Master &amp;amp; Charismatic Speaker" - Always sounding convincing and straightforward, Joseph is the &lt;strong&gt;Brain&lt;/strong&gt; of the ICT War Room. With charisma oozing out from every speech or presentation he gives, he has strongly cemented himself as one of the best thinkers i've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yap Meng&lt;/strong&gt; "Authority, Tenacity &amp; True Grit Personified" - Never has a leader been so full of dynamism, drive and the capacity to make people say "wait, yapmeng is talking, better listen".&lt;br /&gt;He is the &lt;strong&gt;Heart&lt;/strong&gt; of the ICT War Room. Never afraid of confronting problems and a good listener, he has all the characteristics of becoming a leader of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt; "teh handsum king of the ICT Homeworlds (Clubroom)" - An unmatchable love for the club and a EXTREMELY quick thinking mind is what Alvin possesses. I can say, without a doubt, Alvin loves the club more than anyone else. We all know he is a dilligent worker, but besides that he also wields extraordinary leadership and organisational skills. He is the &lt;strong&gt;veins/nerves/muscle&lt;/strong&gt; of the ICT War Room. The strength and unity of ICT flows through him. The pillar of strength and a right brain thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terence &lt;/strong&gt;" Defense counsel who has ideas equivalent to the number of (head)hair" - Rebuttal expert. Adept in handling questions, queries, complains, different views well. Can see issues others cannot. Brings a different dimension and always stays strong and firm even in the face of predicament and moments of dispute. Terence brings shape to the club and is the&lt;strong&gt; Skeleton&lt;/strong&gt; of the ICT War Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willy,Chewling,Joe&lt;/strong&gt; "offers excellent 3rd party view and suggestions" - Always giving fantastic suggestions and a 3rd party view that is solely lacking from the organisers point of view. Made me realised that besides having fun, safety is also very important. They are the &lt;strong&gt;conscience and character&lt;/strong&gt; of the ICT War Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; "An exceptional mat" - That is already a big compliment. An exceptional mat. (lol) Rudy is the master of masters, he is almost a one-man army. The only person in club that knows about every affair and rule in the club. I could say that without rudy, the club wouldn't be like it is today. He is a true Jedi Master and the &lt;strong&gt;Spirit &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/strong&gt; of the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ICT War Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last notice : I hope the next EXCO will treat everyone fairly and will apply discretion in the light of controversial events. Make your predecessors proud. Peace to all and have a nice weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111907671340845117?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111907671340845117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111907671340845117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111907671340845117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111907671340845117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/reminiscing-week.html' title='Reminiscing the week'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111850077351785133</id><published>2005-06-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:39:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Life, Love It</title><content type='html'>As the heading suggests, yes Chalk and the fellowship (ICT) went to Sentosa. Namely, Palawan Beach. The blazing hot sun, the abrasive and crumbly granules of sand, the EXTREMELY salty seawalter - and not forgetting the babes who dare to bare (girls-in-bikinis lah bodoh) make up this beach experience we had on an eventful saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we had freshies with us. &lt;strong&gt;Junyuan &lt;/strong&gt;(Sports all-rounder), &lt;strong&gt;Walter&lt;/strong&gt; (Mr. Family Man), &lt;strong&gt;LeonS&lt;/strong&gt; (Looks-like-a-retard-when-eating-ice-cream), &lt;strong&gt;Jin&lt;/strong&gt; (Future Bin), &lt;strong&gt;Bo Sheng&lt;/strong&gt; (Can't swim!), &lt;strong&gt;Siyu&lt;/strong&gt; (Mrs Teu AKA Sunburnt Queen), &lt;strong&gt;Aurelia&lt;/strong&gt; (Miss Pink Bikini), &lt;strong&gt;Suraj&lt;/strong&gt; (Subash Lookalike - maybe as gullible) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kelvin&lt;/strong&gt; ("Mr USA Arizona")&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are the Veterans. &lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Yap&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;lil o' me&lt;/strong&gt;. Spent most of the swim soaking in the immensely salty tasting sea water. -yuck- All in all, it was great fun playing "Monkey" and throwing balls @ people's heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening came and spent some time queing up for the bathing cubicles and spent MORE time waiting for the girls and the guys who were behind in the que. Everyone was really FUNGRY - read: Fucking Hungry. Was contemplating on having dinner @ Marina where we could literally FEAST and eat like we haven't eaten for ages. In the end, we ended up at Harbourfront center's PastaMania. I shall not elaborate on the food we ate cause it was pippin hot, tantalizing, palatable and almost divine. (now you know how fungry i was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now time to leave for home and here i am now after my showe,r sitting on my oh-so-comfy chair in the perfectly-set temperature of my Air-con controller. So thats all for today, stay tuned for more dirt on the Chalkmeister yo ! peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111850077351785133?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111850077351785133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111850077351785133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111850077351785133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111850077351785133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/island-life-love-it.html' title='Island Life, Love It'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111836968438359084</id><published>2005-06-10T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:14:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when flying feels like falling</title><content type='html'>Am currently in the lab now. This cool lil lab t2139 that i haven't been to (insert laugh here).&lt;br /&gt;Its just a cosy lab with less than 20 computers. Oh hell that isn't the highlight of the morning. You gotta be kiddin me, the real shit was that Mr.Chalk was late for an hour for ECM Class (Hell yeah).&lt;br /&gt;This lifestyle is killing me. When i'm not out with me homies, i'm at home playing DotA till 2am.&lt;br /&gt;This cancerous lifestyle must stop, for a cancer eats into your organs and pollutes them with a repugnant &amp; repulsive infection. As i lay dying,  a decision was made. A decision that could alter my fate and my destiny (drama mama) -literally. So for the next week, imma sleep latest @ 12MN ! With my absolut determination (its not a drink) and true grit, i envisage a punctual 3rd week of lessons - hawhaw wish me all the best yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End of E-Commence Management Practical @ t2139 -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111836968438359084?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111836968438359084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111836968438359084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111836968438359084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111836968438359084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-flying-feels-like-falling.html' title='when flying feels like falling'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111781811079915135</id><published>2005-06-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:01:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragic love story</title><content type='html'>I never considered this to be a love story whatsoever but it sure feels like one.&lt;br /&gt;Guess singlehood will once again be what im destined for. It almost seem like some fantasy/ starwar-ish kinda story where im somewhat "destined" to be single. Ah when can i ever find the right girl. Maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choice of Girls 101 (Chalk Edition)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute, bubbly, cheerful, sporty &amp; fun-loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot, feminine, sociable &amp;amp; nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What high expections you might say, but my principle is that "Don't bother finding a girlfriend unless you feel that she is your type of girl" Nonetheless, i need someone who will be there for me when i need her and will understand me (especially the fact that i need my space and time for other commitments). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9am class was cancelled. Had to be in school @ 11am for a 1 hour ELIT lecture. That was the life (i swear it is). 12pm came soon enough, to the envy of many. Had an almost routine and methodical afternoon, the only difference was i got to play basketball (yay) .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon ended as i ripped Junxian's Starwars VCDs into the ICT Club computer. Night came soon enough, with a long and winding journey all the way to the faraway land called Hougang. To wrap pieces of corn &amp; potatoes in aluminium foil, no less. How chivalrous and charming can that be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the distant(again) journey back home, i reflected on the previous and future relationships i will and might have. Something was resolved. The fact that i will never commit myself easily or mix with spoilt and over-pampered girls. They suck. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111781811079915135?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111781811079915135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111781811079915135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111781811079915135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111781811079915135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/tragic-love-story.html' title='A tragic love story'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302780.post-111763813357643357</id><published>2005-06-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:04:52.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new dawn</title><content type='html'>Previously on Chalks' Life.&lt;br /&gt;The endless vociferation-cum-bitching about how life sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to yesterday, today was a much better day. (Hell Yeah) Fundamentally, i was late for lessons - normal for chalk, but hey lessons ended at 12pm today. So i got my ass down over to the booth where i met up rudy &amp;amp; yuwen for lunch at FC4.&lt;br /&gt;The clubroom, the place i call my 2nd home. Sarcasm, humour, joy, tears all rolled into one place. Man, this is better than any drug or booze.&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for Saturday's ICTO1 are going fine, been doing some reminising about the FO Camp myself. Those bittersweet memories, forever kept away in my mind. The smile on the campers's faces and the frowns of the Organising Committee. Come to think about it, those were the things that motivated me to perservere and strive on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111763813357643357?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111763813357643357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111763813357643357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111763813357643357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111763813357643357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-dawn.html' title='A new dawn'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111755789406009075</id><published>2005-06-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:04:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning of a new month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first day of June has passed. As much as i would like to refrain from saying this,&lt;br /&gt;"LIFE'S A BITCH". As cliche and over-used as it sounds, thats the few substantial yet dogmatic words i would like to use to describe what has been a depressing and "catastrophic" day.&lt;br /&gt;As i account for what happened on that fateful yesterday, it actually came to me that i had a pretty pleasant start to the day. However it was after lunch where the defining moments of the day took place. K got pissed with me cause i wasn't gonna meet her today (a lil bit of misunderstanding to this one) and we were on the verge of self-destruction, or should i say&lt;br /&gt;Co-destruction (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranting Issue #2&lt;/strong&gt; (With nothing much to explain, cos you'll wouldnt be interested anyways)&lt;br /&gt;I loss in DotA to Nicholas, BoonShen &amp; Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fact #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am better than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fact #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loss not because of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fact #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They improved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranting Issue #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Life is unstimulating and dull, with a lack of colour. Sometimes i just feel so forlorn; forsaken in this passion-less and harsh environment we live in. Maybe because i've been so over-sensitive about other's feelings that i forgot about myself. All about having fun and not having a care in the world. "Damn, i missed those days". Clearly over-depended on and not fully appreciated, but i guess no one sees it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As the leaves fall&lt;br /&gt;and the branches bristle&lt;br /&gt;with all the care in the world&lt;br /&gt;i long to be free&lt;br /&gt;from all those dreary thoughts&lt;br /&gt;with a moment to spare&lt;br /&gt;to watch the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;and smell the early air"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111755789406009075?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111755789406009075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111755789406009075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111755789406009075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111755789406009075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-beginning-of-new-month.html' title='A new beginning of a new month'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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-13302780.post-111754051243193089</id><published>2005-05-31T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:06:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-live the memories</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone. Its me after a long time. I've decided to scrap the old website and get a lil o' bloggin thang going on. So this is me Chalk @ 17 + years of age, still fickle as ever and haven't got an idea what i'm going to do with the rest of my lives. Am currently in my second year of tertiary education at Singapore Polytechnic (Yes, its in Singapore). Nuff with the introduction shiat and on with the present and the future. Yes nobody knows what the future holds, but what you do at present inevitably affects what happens to you in subsequent time to come. So kids, be good and stay away from drugs yo.&lt;br /&gt;-End of Introduction and Formalities-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13302780-111754051243193089?l=break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/111754051243193089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13302780&amp;postID=111754051243193089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111754051243193089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13302780/posts/default/111754051243193089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-down-my-mind.blogspot.com/2005/05/re-live-memories.html' title='Re-live the memories'/><author><name>chalk-o-late</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690019456408766354</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>
