<?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-5505101</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:26.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Framling Domain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-112873208295173246</id><published>2005-10-07T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:41:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pirate's life for me! Yohoho! Puzzle Pirates</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/112873208295173246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/112873208295173246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112873208295173246' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111987680796829599</id><published>2005-06-27T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T05:53:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tigger DiesSome sad newsWhat are we going to do now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111987680796829599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111987680796829599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111987680796829599' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111912022087570082</id><published>2005-06-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:43:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOrry, haven't updated as promised.  Have been busy doing things like moving out and going to Hawaii.HEading for Vegas tonight, so cant write much.Will be back on the 26th, so promise to update then ;)Take care all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111912022087570082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111912022087570082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111912022087570082' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111777703658854361</id><published>2005-06-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:38:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June 2, 2005, 9:37 p.m:  Last piece of academic work as an undergrad at the U of C submitted.It's over.  It's OVER.  IT'S OVER!!!!!MuhahahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHThis blog will resume normal service beginning tomorrow =)For now, though, I need to sleep.  For 8 hours or more.  If my body can even remember what that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111777703658854361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111777703658854361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111777703658854361' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111706535410328347</id><published>2005-05-25T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:55:54.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week has been an interesting learning experience.  The top 3 things I have learnt this week:1)  There are no more than 24 hours in a day.2)  Doing work is endless and extremely frustrating.3)  It is difficult to survive on 3 hours of sleep a day.So yes, I have unsurprisingly discovered that I am not immune to stress.  Will therefore probably not be updating this thing till it's all over.Take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111706535410328347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111706535410328347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111706535410328347' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111682283375647226</id><published>2005-05-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:35:47.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every good thing comes to an end.  Every day has a sunset.  And every quarter has a finals week.  Yes my friends, it's that time of the year again, when the dark clouds of academia loom over the light that is "not work".  It's finals week, and this is what I have on my plate:1. 15 page paper for Latin American Economics2. ? page paper for Industrial Organization3. 5 page paper for Is Development </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111682283375647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111682283375647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111682283375647226' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111656918735087218</id><published>2005-05-19T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:06:27.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like most men, I have at some point in my life been accused of being insensitive.  My previous girlfriend, for instance, used to say that I was insensitive to her needs all the time.  My initial reaction at the time was (of course) to be shocked and promise to never do it again.  But now that I think about it, what's the fuss all about anyway?  When did men start getting emotions?  Not so long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111656918735087218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111656918735087218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656918735087218' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111630047558941228</id><published>2005-05-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:37:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Face of EvilThis weekend was a most harrowing one, with me coming face-to-face with evil itself.  No, I'm not referring to Yatta or, worse, any MTV with Christina Aguilera in it.  I refer to THIS, the scourge of the American highway (Parents, please shield your children's eyes):The dreaded Highway Toll Gate!!This, let me tell you, is a scourge that lies in wait around every corner waiting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111630047558941228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111630047558941228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630047558941228' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111605145574037715</id><published>2005-05-13T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:19:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to be in a circus.  Yes, I am.  And although most of you will make the extremely good guess that I'm going to be the clown, I regret to inform you that this is not the case.  Before I reveal what exciting role I am about to play in this circus it would be best to know how I even got involved in this thing in the first place.  So every Spring a student group at my university puts up an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111605145574037715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111605145574037715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111605145574037715' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111587918952230527</id><published>2005-05-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:30:03.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure if this has happened to any of you guys, but occasionally some person will tell me that I speak excellent English.  This, you must understand, is not from an esteemed writer such as Harold Bloom (author of Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human Mind, or Paul Theroux (author of Dark Star Safari, or Mr Oxford English (author of the  Oxford English Dictionary) or Lim Pei (author of Lim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111587918952230527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111587918952230527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111587918952230527' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111570667837054770</id><published>2005-05-09T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:31:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late Night Conversations with Mike always Amuse meWarning: potentially offensive material ahead.--(Sesquis = Mike)Sesquis: I need to watch animeallan: may i suggestallan: "legend of the overfiend"allan: akaSesquis: ...allan: urosukitojinSesquis: the hentai?allan: heavens noSesquis: that was on DocSesquis: I KNOWallan: just watch itSesquis: umm, it was at doc :PSesquis: the description was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111570667837054770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111570667837054770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111570667837054770' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111569898206252065</id><published>2005-05-09T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:23:02.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How is Whevan doing?Some (i.e. not many, I know, but bear with me ok!) of you might still actually give a damn about my lovely simulated nation, so I thought I'd give you an update on how the country of   Whevan is doing.---The Oppressed Peoples of WhevanUN Category: Right-wing UtopiaCivil Rights: SomeEconomy:  ThrivingPolitical Freedoms: SomeThe Oppressed Peoples of Whevan is a very large, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111569898206252065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111569898206252065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111569898206252065' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111545395282585596</id><published>2005-05-07T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:21:40.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Mood or Bad Mood?I'm not sure what kind of mood I should be in right now, because a good mixture of things have been happening.  So I decided to create a scoreboard of sorts to make all this objective and logical.So all this has happened in the last couple of days:Houston Rockets win Game 6!  GOOD.  +5 points.Chicago Bulls lose Game 6.  BAD.  -5 pts.With loss of Game 6, Bulls are eliminated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111545395282585596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111545395282585596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111545395282585596' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111533510585077190</id><published>2005-05-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:20:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its NBA PLayoff time again, that wonderful time of year where TV takes precedence over homework.  This, as all of you know, is an extremely rare event, occuring on very special occasions, such as when they are screening the World Series, Superbowl, Dharma and Greg, Will and Grace, King of Queens, Simpsons, any cartoon, Iron Chef, infomercials and commercials.  The alert reader will notice that1)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111533510585077190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111533510585077190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111533510585077190' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111527819459622303</id><published>2005-05-05T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:29:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ron showed me this Op-Ed Column from the WSJ today:Harvard not as good as claimed to beHmm.  I don't know about this.  While the writer makes several good points, he still doesn't account for the fact that Harvard is ranked very highly in most departments.  (Unless, of course, he wants to contend that these rankings were done by Harvard alumnus posing as journalists).  Still, it's not as if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111527819459622303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111527819459622303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111527819459622303' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111501057354149811</id><published>2005-05-01T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:13:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I meant today to be a completely relaxed day, just bumming at home, doing homework, etc.  And I was on a good roll too - went home after church, watched a little of the Heat-Nets game (Heat pasted the Nets) and did some Econ homework.  And all was good until I decided to take a shower.  I opened my underwear drawer and - dum dum dum! - found that I had exactly 1 days supply left.  This was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111501057354149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111501057354149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111501057354149811' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111498380513836209</id><published>2005-05-01T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:43:25.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something rather funny I saw at Wushu Guan:From Fudebakudo.comThe bindweed move works particularly well against girlfriends, I must say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111498380513836209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111498380513836209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111498380513836209' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111481111426703734</id><published>2005-04-29T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:47:47.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we've reached the end of the month, and for those in the know, its that time of the month again.  By this I mean, of course, that it's time to pay those credit cards.  Credit card bills are funny.  They are like a summary of your month, a snapshot of your life if you will. You may not remember the time you foolishly tried to impress that girl in class, the time you tried to beat that red </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111481111426703734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111481111426703734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111481111426703734' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111440338497376114</id><published>2005-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:32:08.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, its Sunday night already.  Where did my weekend go?  It's funny because on Thursday, after I finished my last class, I distinctly remember telling myself that I had a lot of work to do, and lot of reading to catch up on, and THIS WOULD BE THE WEEKEND TO DO IT.  And then I told myself the three fatal words that plagues all of us:I'll start tomorrow.This quarter is very strange.  It is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111440338497376114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111440338497376114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111440338497376114' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111415008371880617</id><published>2005-04-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:08:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so Gary and I commenced on our great cooking adventure.  Wisely, Gary decided to cook porridge.  With carrots and mushrooms.  My contribution was a wonderful piece of onion fishcake.  Anyway, for some reason, Gary picked a rather small pot to cook our porridge in.  We chucked in our carrots, mushrooms, fishcakes and rice.  At which point, our pot starts boiling over.Me: Hmm, do you think our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111415008371880617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111415008371880617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111415008371880617' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111398466784488897</id><published>2005-04-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:11:21.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes you think everything in life is going fine and then, suddenly, something happens and it becomes painfully clear that it's not?  That happened to me a while ago when I received my bank statement in the mail and realized that my bank account is in a extremely unhealthy state.  I wish that by 'unhealthy' I meant 'grossly obese, due to the large wads of stuff I put in it, such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111398466784488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111398466784488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111398466784488897' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111384242289867408</id><published>2005-04-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:41:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The origins of the MSN nickPublished Oct 13, 1997 by Max Cannon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111384242289867408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111384242289867408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111384242289867408' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111381415555937851</id><published>2005-04-18T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:49:15.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realized that many many things have happened over the past few weeks, most of which would be rather amusing to document if not for the fact that 1) I don't really have the time to do so and 2) that even if I did, I would probably elect to do something more useful, such as playing pool, doing the crossword, pondering the meaning of life, counting my fingernails, making funny noises with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111381415555937851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111381415555937851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111381415555937851' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111369245707245478</id><published>2005-04-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:15:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my quest to waste time instead of productively doing work today, I stumbled upon this lovely little game:Nation StatesThis is a lovely little nation simulator which allows you to govern a virtual nation anyway you want. So this is what I have so far:---Name:  The Oppressed Peoples of WhevanMotto: "Where your opinion is most unwelcome"UN Category:  Corporate Police StateCivil Rights: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111369245707245478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111369245707245478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111369245707245478' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111360101734928693</id><published>2005-04-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:46:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some ideas are just so incredibly brilliant...Hide and seek Alarm ClockLONDON (Reuters) -   Can't get out of bed in the morning?    Scientists at MIT's Media Lab in the United States have invented an alarm clock called Clocky to make even the doziest sleepers, who repeatedly hit the snooze button, leap out of bed.         After the snooze button is pressed, the clock, which is equipped with a set</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111360101734928693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111360101734928693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111360101734928693' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111319460721145386</id><published>2005-04-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:43:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How ironic, that 1 day after Saturday's little incident this article should pop up in the New York Times... (Thanks to my dear roommate Alex for pointing this out to me)The Man DateThis is a long article so I won't post it in full here... go read it!  Here, though, are some choice exercpts:...Anyone who finds a date with a potential romantic partner to be a minefield of unspoken rules should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111319460721145386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111319460721145386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319460721145386' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111308855643180330</id><published>2005-04-09T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:15:56.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went with Mike to the Medici for lunch today.  It was right after Wushu training and we were both rather tired.  So we staggered into the Med and decided to order appetizers since neither of us were very hungry.  Mike ordered baked potato skins and a chocolate shake, and I had the Quesadillas (which turned out to be rather disappointing, but that's beside the point). Anyway, when Mike's shake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111308855643180330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111308855643180330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111308855643180330' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-111181148625970648</id><published>2005-03-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:31:26.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back to Chicago after 4 months of absence.  Been home for about 2 hours and room is already in GIANT mess.Am going to breathe slowly.Will write more later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111181148625970648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/111181148625970648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181148625970648' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110863016392701437</id><published>2005-02-17T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:51:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waa waa weekend Part IISaturday dawned on my alcohol induced slumber at approximately 8 am. As usual, I stumbled out of my door to breakfast and found Amy there. Since we both had nothing to do we took out my Time Out guide to Cape Town, and after some consultation, decided to go to Stellenbosch, a town not far away. It looked like quite an interesting place, with a nice old town and a nature </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110863016392701437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110863016392701437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110863016392701437' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110828686160260938</id><published>2005-02-13T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:27:41.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waa-waa Weekend (Part I)I had big plans for this weekend.   Yes, I did indeed.  I have a bunch of academic research that I'd like to do while I'm here - some stuff on the economics of land restitution, and finding economically efficient solutions to land reallocation in South Africa.  I also have to do some stuff on the political history of the Chinese in South Africa.  So on Thursday I had the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110828686160260938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110828686160260938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828686160260938' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110768319068526612</id><published>2005-02-06T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:46:30.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm, it's been almost a month since I last wrote in here.  A month since I landed in sunny Cape Town.  What have I been doing instead of updating this blog, you may ask?  The answer is painfully clear - obviously, I have been busy hunting giraffes and getting AIDS.  At least, from the questions I get asked that seems to be what Africa is all about.  So in case anyone was worried that I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110768319068526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110768319068526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110768319068526612' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110599529975851049</id><published>2005-01-17T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T12:54:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know the theory of alternate universes?  Well I think stepped into one when I boarded the plane for UK.  Consider the following.  In the scattered bits of news I've been reading from my rare visits to Internet cafes, I find:1.  Bulls are on a 6 game winning streak.  They just got their 7th win minutes ago with an amazing comeback from a 6 pt deficit in under 2 minutes.2.  Singapore wins a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110599529975851049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110599529975851049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110599529975851049' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110568997189532346</id><published>2005-01-14T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:10:53.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 Jan 05The end of year situation is by now becoming a familiar one. 3 week holiday, no money to fly home, no homework. In such a situation, what could one possibly do? The answer is obvious. The wise man would clearly buy a lot of junk food, stay at home, and watch the entire season of Desperate Housewives. Unfortunately, that wise man was not me. So I ended up packing up my bags and heading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110568997189532346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110568997189532346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110568997189532346' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110501651636781977</id><published>2005-01-06T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T05:01:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life in 575Studying abroadWeather extremely lovelyIn JohannesburgPlace is desolateHas no internet accessMust wait till Cape TownTranslation:South Africa is really nice, but I'll have no Internet Access for the rest of the week.  Will update this thing once I get to Cape Town next week, I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110501651636781977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110501651636781977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110501651636781977' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110298250735881310</id><published>2004-12-13T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:01:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life in 10 sentences of 10 syllables or less1.  Writing Personal Statements now2.  Fingers Freezing off3.  Heaters make pathetic wheezes4.  KNG seriously sucks5.  Going to Zhihui's.6.  Leaving in two days7.  For 3 whole months8.  Have loads of packing to do9.  And applications aren't done yet!10.  Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shitExeunt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110298250735881310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110298250735881310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110298250735881310' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110210123760197474</id><published>2004-12-03T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:13:57.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the past week, I have completed:2 2 page problem sets1 6 page problem set1 18 page paper1 23 page paperAnd now, I shall go and make up for the year of sleeping I've lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110210123760197474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110210123760197474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110210123760197474' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110170115885964372</id><published>2004-11-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:06:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiritual LegosNow, thats what I call dedication to a cause. Check out the Abston Church of God.Also check out The Brick Testament. Pretty good stuff."And fire came out from the presence of Yahweh and swallowed them up" - Lv 10:2Even if you don't believe in God, you have to admire the effort.In other news, Bulls lost, again. The question now, of course, is: Will they hit double digit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110170115885964372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110170115885964372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110170115885964372' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110144965578701756</id><published>2004-11-25T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:14:15.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, Thanksgiving.  A wonderful season of warmth and goodness, where Americans can thank the Natives for teaching them how to survive so that they could take their land later and drive them natives off.What do we modern pilgrims have to be thankful for?  Let's have a look at theTop Ten Things to be Thankful for1.  That Chicago will never be distracted by sport playoff games.  Bulls?  1 - 9.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110144965578701756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110144965578701756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110144965578701756' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110135865760135506</id><published>2004-11-24T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:57:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, the Bulls won.  After changing their starting lineup, FINALLY.  So this time they started with Hinrich, Duhon, Deng, Nocioni and Davis, keeping Chandler and Curry on the bench.Surprisingly, Eddy Curry played decently.  Maybe they should keep him on the bench more.Ben Gordon played great too.  Why are they starting Chris Duhon instead of him?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110135865760135506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110135865760135506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135865760135506' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110118986292257265</id><published>2004-11-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:04:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the final whistle goes, and the Bulls lose again, this time to the Suns, 82 - 100.  The fans have been patient for a long time, and the Bulls, according to their website, are still optimistic about their chances.I say its ridiculous.  It's one thing to say the Bulls are still young and a developing team, blabla etc, but the cold fact is that they have been like this for the past 5 years.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110118986292257265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110118986292257265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110118986292257265' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110115868375256793</id><published>2004-11-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:26:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Result of a Non Competitive Media IndustryDon't normally care about Singapore Idol, but found it interesting that Olinda Cho got voted out.  Not because I like her singing or anything, but more because of what Channel News Asia had to say about it:"Olinda had the lowest number of votes, but her elimination disappointed hordes of fans who have been supporting her for more than nine weeks."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110115868375256793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110115868375256793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110115868375256793' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-110090336573080769</id><published>2004-11-19T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:29:25.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notes to self:1.  Never put car keys in trunk of car.2.  If you should choose afore mentioned action, never slam trunk down.3.  Should you abysmally decide to do actions 1) and 2), then make sure spare key does not lie within said locked car.=(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110090336573080769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/110090336573080769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110090336573080769' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109884768842284312</id><published>2004-10-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:28:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day, Geraldine and I were having some discussion about GPAs, and why is it that some Singaporeans (like Quan and Gabe) get such high ones while others (like me) don't.  Several interesting theories were discussed, including participation in extra curricular activities, etc.  At one point I was rather convinced that people who take part in organized activites (like me!) are at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109884768842284312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109884768842284312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109884768842284312' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109702029021192966</id><published>2004-10-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:51:30.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is proving to be a very expensive month for me.Housing charge for some painted walls which I didn't do am therefore am disputing - $87.50Course packet for class that comprises nothing but photocopied material - $230Late fee for school fees (my own fault) - $50.008 passport photos for South African visa - $46.00 (!!)It's a terrible feeling, to be staring into a Polaroid that says '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109702029021192966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109702029021192966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702029021192966' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109651161165270700</id><published>2004-09-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:34:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I was having dinner at Edwardo's with Zhihui and Mike (the enigmatic Singaporean).  Midway through the meal my phone rings.Me:    Hello?Girl:  Hi could I speak to Angie please?Me:    Who?Girl:  Angie.Me:    Sorry you have the wrong number.A normal wrong phone call.  But about an hour later, I'm at home and my phone rings again:Me:    Hello?Girl:  Hi could I speak to Angie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109651161165270700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109651161165270700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109651161165270700' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109585633933466434</id><published>2004-09-22T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T05:36:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why IRC is cool - See Bash.org for more...*** Now talking in #christian-Word_of_God- Welcome Abstruse to #christian I am a Bible Bot. For more info type: /msg Word_of_God !infoAbstruse&gt;!kjv numbers 22:21Word_of_God:  Numbers 22:21 -- And Balaam rose up in the morning, and saddled his ass, and went with the princes of Moab. -  (KJV)*** SageRider sets mode: +b *!*@c211-30-208-111.rivrw3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109585633933466434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109585633933466434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585633933466434' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109486887894546432</id><published>2004-09-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T19:14:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Official end of attachment with PSC.Muha. Muhahaha.  MUHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109486887894546432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109486887894546432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109486887894546432' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109420509643744164</id><published>2004-09-03T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:53:59.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots of exciting things happening around the globe lately, which I shall try to summarize in this following entry:The Republican convention just concluded in New York, filling all political observers out there with endless good cheer, stunning rhetoric and mounds of red, white and blue confetti in their coffee.  At this convention, people learnt that to love America is to be Republican, to love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109420509643744164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109420509643744164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420509643744164' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109385908586473493</id><published>2004-08-30T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T02:45:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advanced Mosquito Warfare!Man sets house on fire trying to kill mosquitoAnanova.com - A Japanese man set his parents' house on fire as he tried to get rid of a mosquito.Police say the property was gutted in the blaze caused by Tatsuo Onishi lighting a cigarette after spraying pesticide outside.Sparks from his lighter caused an explosion after igniting the flammable particles in the air and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109385908586473493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109385908586473493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109385908586473493' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109383010797413773</id><published>2004-08-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:57:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I conducted an informal survey on what people felt about the previous post, and preliminary results suggest:Traumatised ---- 14%Disturbed ---- 21%"Severely" Disturbed ---- 66%Cool ---- 0%These figures bring about two startling conclusions.1)  Nobody appreciates good humour nowadays.  WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??!!2)  Seeing how the figures above don't add up to 100, the statistics </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109383010797413773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109383010797413773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383010797413773' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109305173453535238</id><published>2004-08-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:31:03.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weijie informs me that I posted the last entry 3 times for some reason. All I can say is, I must have been more helpful than I thought =)Anyway, my purpose for posting today is simple. To ask all readers of the domain to check this site out:YattaBasically, it comprises a bunch of Japanese men wearing fig-leaf underwear singing a ridiculously happy song accompanied with actions that even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109305173453535238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109305173453535238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109305173453535238' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109281393422482043</id><published>2004-08-17T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:25:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life at work hasn't been particularly exciting.  In fact, since I started work 2 weeks ago I've done nothing but the mundane.  Let's see, on Monday I was preparing dinner place cards for some office function.  Tuesday I was working on a policy review paper.  Wednesday, can't really remember, was probably finishing up some report.  Thursday I was folding program sheets for abovementioned office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109281393422482043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109281393422482043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109281393422482043' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109169911447511757</id><published>2004-08-05T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T02:50:39.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those who are feeling particularly bored:Go google 'overpaid dictators'.Entry no 3 is interesting =)To find out how to bump it up, click here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109169911447511757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109169911447511757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109169911447511757' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-109160618603478984</id><published>2004-08-04T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:56:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This summer, I have made the glorious transition from being a lazy stay-at-home boy to being a responsible, mature, adult.  This is obviously true, because I have started interning at PSC, which, as we all know, is an incredibly responsible, mature and adult thing to do.  I get into office wear at the crack of dawn and grappling with my work ahead till the sun sets.  Compare this to my halcyon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109160618603478984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/109160618603478984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109160618603478984' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108665237820619220</id><published>2004-06-07T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:54:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The silence you are now hearing was kindly sponsored by:The University of Chicago Exams Committee.Please demonstrate your support for this site by endorsing our sponsors.  Suggested methods include:1) Kerosene soaked rags and a lighted match2) A strategically placed thermonuclear device3) Organizing a William Hung concert on campus.Will be back Jun 11.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108665237820619220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108665237820619220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108665237820619220' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108615271446186656</id><published>2004-06-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:05:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lakers in 6, Pistons in 6!  Woo!  Spot on!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108615271446186656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108615271446186656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615271446186656' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108570585743005198</id><published>2004-05-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:58:22.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Political Philosophy Paper Done!!  Hope my prof liked it.  Else (of course) I'm screwed.So, you would think that with such a task out of my way I would be breathing a little easier.  WRONG - have a history paper due next Tuesday, just started researching yesterday.  Shoot..  Having to transit from the Genealogy of Morals to the Green Revolution in the space of a week is not fun at all.  Chee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108570585743005198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108570585743005198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570585743005198' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108509956946288673</id><published>2004-05-20T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:32:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been writing my final political philosophy paper for about 1/2 day now.  Progress: 3/7 pages.  Paper due in: ~18 hours.  Material is not making sense to me... ARGH... STRESSED.Also, Kings lost by 3 last night.  My bracket is busted =(Tomorrow will be a better day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108509956946288673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108509956946288673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108509956946288673' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108476210510813584</id><published>2004-05-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T19:48:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your NBA Playoffs' 04 update:Lakers 4 Spurs 2 - After being 0-2 down, Lakers come back to absolutely paste the Spurs.  Mwahahahaha.  Derek Fisher will forever be remembered as the hero of this series due to his Game 4 miracle shot, but the constant efforts of Kobe and Shaq of course shouldn't be forgotten.  A good job by Parker and Duncan too, but they disappeared after Game 2.Wolves 3 Kings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108476210510813584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108476210510813584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476210510813584' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108460904755402470</id><published>2004-05-15T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T01:17:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots of work.. lots of stress =(This is wrong.  Spring Quarter isn't supposed to be so bad.  Last year it was fun, last few weeks were spent looking forward to summer and happily not doing work.  This year its already week 8 and I still feel like there's so much undone.Then again, last year I wasn't worrying about moving into an apartment, finding people to sublet the apartment and getting a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108460904755402470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108460904755402470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460904755402470' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108431877103684495</id><published>2004-05-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:10:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trade UnionAn association of the workers in any trade or in allied trades for the protection and furtherance of their interests in regard to wages, hours, and conditions of labour, and for the provision, from their common funds, of pecuniary assistance to the members during strikes, sickness, unemployment, old age, etc.  -- Oxford English DictionaryRecently, I read about the formal expulsion of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108431877103684495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108431877103684495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108431877103684495' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108356182653071047</id><published>2004-05-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T06:49:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all of you who have been confused as to what on earth the last entry was all about, here's the low down.  So CUSA got invited to do the pregame show for a White Sox (baseball team) game, and they wanted to do Lion dance as part of it.  Since 1 person from the CUSA Lion Dance team got injured Gary roped me in, and I, being ever stupid, of course said yes.  (And then proceeded to question my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108356182653071047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108356182653071047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356182653071047' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108303416541993199</id><published>2004-04-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:52:28.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright... I know I haven't been here forever.  I typed Part 2 of the Bahamas saga ages ago but for some reason couldnt get it to publish till now.  So here it is!!  And I'm not dead, just SUPER BUSY... we had our debut Wushu performance in school last Wednesday, quite stressful cos I thought we were NEVER going to be ready, but in the end it was all good.  Just concluded SAMSU filmfest... wasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108303416541993199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108303416541993199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303416541993199' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108206710274445863</id><published>2004-04-15T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:44:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Search for Clean Underwear, Part 2So we reach the airport, and find that US Airways has amazingly contrived to lose all our baggage.  Every single piece of clothing.  Being the ever calm person, I refused to panic, but instead decided to take a quick inventory of what stuff I had that could aid my survival.Looking through my carry on bag, I found:1)  1 T-shirt2)  Travel documents3)  A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108206710274445863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108206710274445863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206710274445863' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108040569015648600</id><published>2004-03-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T08:44:02.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know those nice Christmas cards you see sometimes in stores?  Those with beautiful landscapes of snow, littered with white trees glistening with lovely coloured lights and stars glittering prettily in the sky above?  Ever looked at them and thought to yourself, sigh, I wish I was in a snowy landscape with my beloved, holding his/her hand as we romantically walk through the peaceful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108040569015648600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108040569015648600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040569015648600' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-108027987644792951</id><published>2004-03-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:47:07.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just for clarification, yes, "next Tuesday" was over loooong ago, but I had 2 more finals after that, on Thursday and Friday.  And then I went off to the Bahamas for Spring Break, just getting back today.  Heehee so sorry all for just disappearing.  Anyway, I would write some, but I'm really tired today, so tomorrow or the day after maybe...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108027987644792951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/108027987644792951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027987644792951' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107912602599374832</id><published>2004-03-12T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T13:16:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you all are wondering why its so quiet in here, no, I haven't died yet.That's scheduled for next Tuesday (2 papers, 1 final due in 3 hours).  =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107912602599374832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107912602599374832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107912602599374832' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107842274464547241</id><published>2004-03-04T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T09:54:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, it's funny how much an overseas education means to some people nowadays.  To pursue higher education abroad, some are willing to take scholarships to companies they don't want to be attached to, invest in stocks at the age of 6 to make $500.000 by the time they reach college-attending age, kill siblings to remove competition for parents money, etc.  There's just no telling what people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107842274464547241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107842274464547241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842274464547241' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107838274304194164</id><published>2004-03-03T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:48:33.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all of you who have iPods out there, I mock you, for iPods are so yesterday.  I predict that this baby will be all the new rage.Now you (yes, you!) can, as you've always dreamed, terrorize a bank full of people while listening to the soundtrack of The Little Mermaid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107838274304194164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107838274304194164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107838274304194164' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107834151498594729</id><published>2004-03-03T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:29:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, folks, it's that time of the quarter again, where the skies go dark, the heavens frown as finals approacheth.  At times like these all professors forget their students actually take other classes, and unleash their hell bent furies of work upon their hapless, pleading students.  So next week promises to be a crazy crazy week ahead.  And the week after.  And after.Still, its nice to know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107834151498594729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107834151498594729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834151498594729' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107800161972328542</id><published>2004-02-28T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:56:10.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok ok I give in, here's the pic you've all been waiting for.  Me and HerHappy? =)  Cos I sure am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107800161972328542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107800161972328542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107800161972328542' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107784284358831586</id><published>2004-02-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:49:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had (have, to be more exact) a ton of homework to do today, which includes 60 pages of Rousseau and 2 problem sets.  Like a good boy, I went straight home today after school, unpacked my books, and promptly watched 2 hours of TV.  Now, with 5 hours left to the day, the urgency and sheer load of my work is just starting to hit me, and so I did what every other person would have done in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107784284358831586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107784284358831586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784284358831586' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107777726362440869</id><published>2004-02-25T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:36:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why you should not play weird games:Poor dude</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107777726362440869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107777726362440869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777726362440869' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107775218397195697</id><published>2004-02-25T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:42:53.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all you people who've been bugging me for hair pictures...Gary and Me!Yeah we are so cool.   I realize that my hair doesn't look all that different in this picture, but heck =)3 more weeks to end of school!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107775218397195697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107775218397195697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775218397195697' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107691146693874863</id><published>2004-02-15T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T22:07:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness(with apologies to Carl Sandburg)I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,	what is happiness.And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands	of men.They all shook their heads and gave me a smile, as though I	was trying to fool with them.Then I stepped into the whirling winds outside that bit                ferociously, mercilessly into bare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107691146693874863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107691146693874863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691146693874863' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107620234707086184</id><published>2004-02-07T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T17:07:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, all of you can go buy 4D... how often do I update twice in a day? (Or a week?  Or a month?)  But saw this and it's too good not to share..Blaster inventor Charl Fourie, 33, disputed concerns that the flamethrower could burn someone to death.   "My personal feeling is that it would definitely blind a person. He will never see again," he said. How's that for car defense.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107620234707086184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107620234707086184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620234707086184' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107620091303456878</id><published>2004-02-07T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:43:59.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pop quiz!  Consider the following scenario:Cramped calves, stiff back and thighs that absolutely refuse to budge an inch when your eyes open in the morning and your brain says move, you lazy ass, move. Q:  What incredibly rigourous activity happened the night before?a)  Intra mural Mud Wrestling Finalsb)  Gave birth to elephantc)  Shopping with Shirleyd)  Tried to fathom how on earth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107620091303456878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107620091303456878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620091303456878' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107535891498829509</id><published>2004-01-28T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:50:09.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A word of advice to those who want to take part in performances next time:  try not to get a director who rehearses EVERY DAY for 2 weeks before the show, with each rehearsal taking 3-5 hours.  Else for the next week or so you'll have approximately the same amount of sleep per night, as you flail wildly trying to read/do all the homework that you should have but didn't.Ha, seriously though, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107535891498829509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107535891498829509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535891498829509' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107432940106604703</id><published>2004-01-17T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:51:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CUSA (Chinese Undergraduate Students' Association) Show tomorrow!! Or later today, to be more exact.  Just got back from rehearsal at 1.30 am, have to be back at 1 pm tomorrow cos we sucked big time in Act 2 and of course the show is at 8 pm. We are so screwed.  Still having problems with the stunt scene too, just cant seem to get the momentum to back flip over on stage... guess I'll just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107432940106604703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107432940106604703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432940106604703' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107366049238946932</id><published>2004-01-09T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T07:02:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 days, 1 academic week into the New Year, and already this quarter has all the trappings of another nightmare 9 weeks ahead.  5 papers.  3 finals, one on the very last day of finals week.  And, of course, an incessant load of weekly assignments.  The restfulness of Spain (which was marvelous, by the way) seems to be fading fast... I wonder when I'll have to look at pictures to remember this trip</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107366049238946932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107366049238946932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366049238946932' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-107141529751499567</id><published>2003-12-14T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T07:22:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time, but finally, oh finally, exams are over, work for the year is over and all is right with the world once more.  School is really fun when there's no work to be done =)  So people were asking me hey, what are you going to do once the exams are over?  And I said 'Catch up on sleep'.  Alas, that has not been done... I think I've been sleeping less than during school term.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107141529751499567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/107141529751499567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141529751499567' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106815416155336442</id><published>2003-11-06T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T13:29:19.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay folks, hold your breath.  I have extremely exciting news for all of you.  I have found conclusive proof that Life is completely invariant.  Consider my evidence.1)  I am in the library. 2)  I am doing work.3)  I am being irritated by a rather plump female hitting on the guy sitting across her.Does this seem familiar to anyone?So here I am in Eckhart library trying to rush my math </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106815416155336442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106815416155336442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815416155336442' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106758540851598362</id><published>2003-10-30T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:30:07.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days you just don't want to get out of bed.  For the past four days, however, I've been basically forced out of bed at 8:20 am by construction workers.  Imagine.  My dorm is undergoing some facade renewal (as usual) and OF COURSE the corner that they pick to start work with, right at the (ass) crack of dawn, has to be outside my window.  So Tuesday morning I woke up to find myself staring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106758540851598362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106758540851598362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106758540851598362' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106678869024635691</id><published>2003-10-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T19:11:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja VuI'm sitting in the Com Lab in Tuesday again, at the exact computer I was using the other time to write my paper for the same class, and, once again, after ~6 blissful uninterrupted hours, 2 people show up to annoy me just as I approach my conclusion.  A quick reminder for all of you, the previous time, I got Tech Geek with Slutty Dumb Chick Trying to Coerce Him into Doing Stat Homework </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106678869024635691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106678869024635691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678869024635691' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106672138165047487</id><published>2003-10-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T00:29:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due Monday: Worst Math Problem Set EverWed: Paper (1500 words)Thu: Econ Problem SetFri:  Stat Problem Set, Math MidtermWondering which comes first, the weekend or hara-kiri.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106672138165047487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106672138165047487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106672138165047487' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106593136750104456</id><published>2003-10-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:02:47.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons.  Lessons!  School.  School!  Sorry to all of you for not posting forever, but the 1st 2 weeks of school have just been crazy.  Was shopping around for classes and stuff, and seriously considering taking on Environmental Studies as a second major (I think I will, after all).  Anyway, life has more or less settled down, and I just finished my Math assignment (score!) which is, of course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106593136750104456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106593136750104456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593136750104456' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106424846702056339</id><published>2003-09-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:35:05.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah,  Orientation.  A time of misty-eyed nostalgia when one remembers his own time of wide eyed innocence, wandering about lost and confused with 1000 other equally direction-less people.  Watching all the new first years come in makes me feel like a veteran, a warrior, one who has 'been there', and I can't help but get a warm glow as I yearn to help all these people, to share my extensive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106424846702056339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106424846702056339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424846702056339' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106330564882350254</id><published>2003-09-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T11:40:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not that stuff isn't happening.  Hell, I haven't even written anything about Hong Kong yet, and I really want to.  It's just that saying goodbye is a time and energy consuming process.  In all honesty though, I'd much rather spend the time with a good friend and simply enjoying his/her company than writing this thing, and God knows that there's not much time left.Blogging can always wait.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106330564882350254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106330564882350254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330564882350254' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106250794030553394</id><published>2003-09-02T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:36:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ron is complaining that his name doesn't show up on Google, so here goes:Ronald Chan KahoHope you get your 15 minutes (seconds) of fame buddy. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106250794030553394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106250794030553394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106250794030553394' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106244244357024364</id><published>2003-09-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T11:54:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This place hasn't been seeing very much action lately, and I apologize.  But I swear it's not my fault.  Blame my computer and/or my modem if you will.  It seems that every time I have the inclination to write (which, admittedly, isn't striking me all that often these days) they contrive to make my online experience as miserable as possible.  For instance, ICQ or IE will suddenly start consuming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106244244357024364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106244244357024364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106244244357024364' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106187642744726687</id><published>2003-08-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T22:59:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As most of you already know, my home internet connection and I haven't been on particularly good terms lately.  I had grown rather attached to the DSL connection in my school in Spain, which wasn't always reliable but at least reasonably fast.  To find out that surfing the Internet at home took longer than pushing parlimentary reforms through the Diet came as, to say the least, rather a rude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106187642744726687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106187642744726687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106187642744726687' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106076479646260980</id><published>2003-08-13T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T01:59:29.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With my recent attempts at cooking, and bouts of shopping, some people might be concerned that I might be going crazy, or worse, becoming a Sensitive New Age Guy (TM).  Never fear!!  For last Saturday, I did one of the most manly things possible: I completed a cross stitch as a gift for my teacher here.  Just kidding!  You didn't think I'd REALLY do that, did you?  (choose: a. No!  b. No way!  c.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106076479646260980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106076479646260980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106076479646260980' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-106036547094834284</id><published>2003-08-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T10:57:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever so often, people are faced with monumentous choices, and wind up taking the one that is detrimental for so many others.  The Spanish colonials chose to wipe out the Incas.  Bush decided to invade Iraq.  Kobe Bryant decided to sleep with some 19 year old tart.  And I, on Wednesday, decided to cook.Yes, I see the winces all around.  The amount of cooking skill I possess, as most of you know,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106036547094834284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/106036547094834284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106036547094834284' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105999498220725842</id><published>2003-08-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T03:22:30.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I never got to come back after class on Friday, so I guess by 'later' I really meant 'les few minutes'.  In any case, I can assure you all that there was a perfectly good reason why I had to run off so quickly after class.  5 of our group were leaving this weekend, and so all of us felt an overwhelming urge to go out, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and then commemorate their departure by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105999498220725842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105999498220725842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999498220725842' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105973589604657303</id><published>2003-08-01T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T02:55:47.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All who were in Chicago this spring will surely remember how odd it all was.  Spring was meant to be a time of glorious sunshine, when we could all cavort around in shorts and frolic in amounts of clothing approaching decadence.  But of course those days never came and we were left stranded in 10 deg weather, stuck in long sleeves, sniffling and convinced that the next day would be a better one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105973589604657303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105973589604657303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105973589604657303' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105946528923105627</id><published>2003-07-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:54:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sevilla, Day 10The Domain has been quiet lately, and I apologize, but over here too many things are happening far too quickly.  However, I actually managed to get up early (read: before 10) today (gasp!) and finally have time to write this thing.So what I've been doing these past few days has to act like a complete guiri (translation: tourist).  Mornings are usually spent sightseeing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105946528923105627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105946528923105627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946528923105627' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105886484072382711</id><published>2003-07-22T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T04:02:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hola from Sevilla!So it's my third day in Sevilla, and I guess I'm pretty lucky to actually be here, considering that the way here wasnt exactly the most straightforward, and that my sense of direction is roughly equal to that of Ryoga's (or, for the Ranma uninitiated, a flea).  Even though Sevilla is considerably closer to Singapore than, say, Chicago, the time taken to fly here was still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105886484072382711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105886484072382711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886484072382711' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105855445688320496</id><published>2003-07-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T12:52:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am, most decidedly, a city person.  Born in a city, raised in a city, and now study in a city.  So spartan country life is really quite alien to me.  Now and then, however, I watch or read something on TV alluding to the peaceful contentment of non-city life (eg. the last episode of  Boys Be, where Kyoichi goes to Hokkaido and the [animated] scenery looks fantastic) and I think to myself: Yes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105855445688320496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105855445688320496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105855445688320496' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105812316326994746</id><published>2003-07-13T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T12:18:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday's over, as is the U of C party for first years.  Seeing how a) people came,  and b) the apartment is still standing, I guess it means we survived.  I must say co-organizing the thing wasn't easy at all - had to sadly spend lots of money and time.  Once again, donations are welcome.  Flowers are not. Nevertheless, having successfully seen a party through, I feel that I'm now eminently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105812316326994746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105812316326994746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105812316326994746' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505101.post-105791202156325201</id><published>2003-07-11T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T01:28:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paid my respects to Mr. Zouk last Wednesday night with Pey, Xinghong, Kenneth, Zhihui, Yuxiang et al, thus completing an important phase in my Singaporean teenage experience.  Seeing how I'm 19 1/2 years old I guess this couldn't have come very much later anyhow.  As my grandmother would say, you can go clubbing but until you've been to Zouk you're not a real teenager ;)Under the influence of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105791202156325201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505101/posts/default/105791202156325201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nayko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105791202156325201' title=''/><author><name>nayko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866813112201591202</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></entry></feed>
