<?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-8544693964812560495</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:19:22.644+08:00</updated><category term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Forever running...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>runawaycat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/RihIofvuMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ITre4i94TI/s200/runawaycat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544693964812560495.post-4809947345660977125</id><published>2010-01-31T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:34:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't have a webcam</title><content type='html'>Three years ago my friend got me addicted to Yahoo Answers. But like every other addiction – Facebook being an exception – I soon forgot about it. And then yesterday, I had a question which I could not find an answer to so I decided to try Yahoo Answers. Just so you know, I still have zero answers. Useless site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, I was there a minute ago, checking to see if anybody has answered my difficult question and I stumbled upon other questions which I had asked 3 years ago. One of them was about making a living on the internet. A couple of answers were amusing. Funny how I don’t recall seeing them 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer 1: make a porn site..or maybe add a few sexy pics of yourself that people can buy...&lt;br /&gt;Answer 2: sell access for subscribers to see you nude on your webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…what if I’m a big fat ugly man with hair growing out of my nostrils and ears?&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells. But I’m not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were a few more helpful but boring answers. I’m not in the mood to make money online right now. 90% of my time spent online is gawking Facebook. I wonder if you can get paid for doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544693964812560495-4809947345660977125?l=therunawaycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4809947345660977125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-dont-have-webcam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/4809947345660977125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/4809947345660977125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-dont-have-webcam.html' title='But I don&apos;t have a webcam'/><author><name>runawaycat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/RihIofvuMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ITre4i94TI/s200/runawaycat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544693964812560495.post-4740067356596057369</id><published>2009-10-07T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:27:59.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Mobile Loo</title><content type='html'>Introducing the 21st century’s toilet – the mobile loo, or also called the Elevaloo. Elevaloo is really simple to use. All you need to do is push a button, and the door will open. Well, sometimes you have to wait a bit; it’s still a new technology, so you have to pardon the glitches. After the door opens, step inside and you can relief yourself. Simple isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what makes the Elevaloo so different? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can take you to where you want to go! When inside, just play with a few buttons, the door will open (remember to zip up first) and viola! You’re there! Amazing isn’t it? Unfortunately Elevaloo is only available in a few countries, one of them being Malaysia. Tsk. Sad isn’t it? You can’t find it in Singapore too because it has already been banned. There it only functions to get you to where you want to be, the toilet function has been disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, my apartment comes equipped with Elevaloo. Oh I’m so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean yet? Who in their right minds would pee in the lift??? I know you think your urine smells nice, HEY, others don’t think the same. I don’t see how one would urinate in their own lifts. Unless you don’t live there and you fucking hate those who do. C’mon! What’s next? Shit there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544693964812560495-4740067356596057369?l=therunawaycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4740067356596057369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2009/10/mobile-loo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/4740067356596057369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/4740067356596057369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2009/10/mobile-loo.html' title='Mobile Loo'/><author><name>runawaycat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/RihIofvuMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ITre4i94TI/s200/runawaycat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544693964812560495.post-1020520539855360578</id><published>2009-09-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:29:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripped, bruised, and back</title><content type='html'>And I thought I’d never blog again. Well, whadaya know? I’m back. Things have just been crazy for me. Being scammed in Thailand, riding in a 7-hour bus with three smelly men behind me, forgoing 3 flights in 2 weeks time (I bet my parents didn’t count, else I’d be buried under a pile of naggings), career dramas, emotional rollercoaster, life fucking with me….These are just one end of the spectrum. Let’s just say, I went through two tragedies of life. One is to lose my heart’s desire. And the other is to gain it. I’m pretty fucked up right now. So I decide to blog. Makes all the sense in the world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I’ve been in and out of a number of blogs. There’s one by the same name which I failed to update because I was too obsessed with being chronologically correct and I couldn’t keep up with my travels. Don’t worry, this eccentricity will not be carried on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s my favourite which I was forced to abandon and had many posts taken down. I remember determinedly telling &lt;a href="http://chickenmafia.com/user/joyfulchicken"&gt;joyfulchicken&lt;/a&gt; that I’ll put it up as soon as I graduate from that shithole. They can’t touch me once I’m outta there. I’ve graduated but the idea doesn’t sound that interesting anymore. I guess I sobered. Also, there’s Spaceparade which I just casually abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be whimsical with this one and hopefully it’ll outlive…uh…even a cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544693964812560495-1020520539855360578?l=therunawaycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1020520539855360578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tripped-bruised-and-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/1020520539855360578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544693964812560495/posts/default/1020520539855360578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therunawaycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tripped-bruised-and-back.html' title='Tripped, bruised, and back'/><author><name>runawaycat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/RihIofvuMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ITre4i94TI/s200/runawaycat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
