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Disclaimer: When I Put My Foot In My Mouth.

The world does not revolve around me. Therefore, I must be considerate about people around me, must not cross the line of personal attacks or packs of lies. At the same time, I want to maintain the integrity of my blog and be true to myself. As long as I play by the rules, I will air my views. Yes! I can hear many voices who agree =P Applause! Cheers for semi-freedom-of-speech-Singapore. If you disagree, you can choose not to visit my blog (I'll not send you a trojan, not the one the greek used, the backdoor virus kinda thingy la, that sets your default webpage to my blog, heh heh t.e.c.h.n.o.l.o.g.y).

I beg for your kind understanding that if I ever cross this vague line, don't sue me! Still earning peanuts and paying my a** off on the bills every month lah (no money for lawyer fee). Don't harm me or my family and friends (sorry I made you guys easy targets with your photos everywhere on the blog). Don't print my photos on newspaper (especially the cover page of Sunday Times!). Dear readers, please take it ez lah, relac, lets talk ***k, sing song, play ping pong, drink milo (healthy sia), steady bo?. =P

Ah, of course all these may not be so relevant as I seldom comment of controversial issues and entries are mostly of infantile (word first started using in the blogsphere by Mc Dermott of Singabloodypore and made popular by mr brown) contents, about myself. Only occasionally, there are entries with tinny-winny bit of controversy such as the recent Angmo NTU. Just in case lah...

P.S. May put this up as a perm. link to cover my a**.
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