<?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-7852166</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:58:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Based on true stories.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-6622195274948361466</id><published>2008-12-30T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:56:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Year Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I should at least post one before the year comes to a close. 2008 has been really a great year for me; mainly because of my official start into my first job. Also many other wonderful times were spent, new things learnt, and new experiences. Hope the new year will be as great. But whatever it is I just wish for everyone to be in the pink of health, and wealth will come naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It'll also be our fourth year soon, and we're gonna do something special this coming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year 2009 to everyone, and belated Merry Christmas. May all of you remain Rong Guang Huan Fa, Qing Chun Mei Li, Bai Bai Pang Pang, Beng Beng Tiao Tiao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-6622195274948361466?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/6622195274948361466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/6622195274948361466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-post.html' title='End of Year Post'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-7947964536618343161</id><published>2008-11-07T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:24:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I failed again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah I know, I suck at keeping resolutions. But i'm really so so so sooooooooooooooo tired.....why do things seem more gloomy than before even though it should be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me sum up my life now. Work. Off -&gt; meet Dy/Karate/rest at home/eat with parents/prepare for work. Work. Off. Worrrrrrk. Off. Work. Off. Worrrrrkk. Off. I have so little time. Like now. I just got home. And i'm going for work again on Saturday till Thursday. Wtf. Tomolo will pass so quickly because i'll have already slept through at least a third of it. And the other 2/3 (rather 1/3 of the day after deducting 1/3 for the night sleeping away again) translates to the activities on Off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel like sleeping, but I can't because i'm this [                                                                ] tired. Of course it doesn't seem like a lot, but its because i'm too tired to lengthen that useless space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;True that I may have a lot of time while overseas, but wtf, i want the time to be spent at home! I can't even fully enjoy the belated Deepavali celebration of Thosais and Naans and Dhal and curry at SKA tonight, because I have to worry about Saturday early morning! Fuck this piece of shit. Fuck all the mood spoilers at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-7947964536618343161?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7947964536618343161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7947964536618343161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-failed-again.html' title='I failed again.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-150777712269540690</id><published>2008-08-31T22:34:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:23:47.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Kota Kinabalu trip 4-9Aug08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally! This damn shit of a blog is completed! Warning! Close to 100 pictures! Not for the impatient and oh-so-busy people of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's a heavy picture blog cum guide to our first little budget backpacking trip to KK, Sabah. Nice, slow-paced city of warm, happy-go-lucky citizens; and of course the same bloody hot weather like Singapore. Just google it if you have no idea where. Took me so many days to complete it, what with the screwed up uploading and arrangements of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some of the pictures are orientated strangely cause all these are not taken by my trusty Nokia 6120 classic handphone camera, but from my girlfriend's digital camera, and the later rafting pictures from a photographer, which is 2mb each! I really can't afford such time so I only chose a few. Still, they're great pictures capturing moments that will be imprinted in our minds forever. Let's embark on our journey.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First night: 040808 Monday, Singapore - JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We left our home early in the evening so that we could do some shopping at JB, City Square or some shit like that. Took a train and bus and cleared customs then walked to the shopping centre. Bought some snacks for the climb and some useless accessories which Dy liked. Had our dinner at the local Kenny Rogers, which is cheap but sucked ass. Then it was taxi to Senai airport where we spent the remaining night sleeping on the floor near the check in counters; but not before loitering around the small airport with no shops in operation, and reading our recreational materials which didnt last 3 hours. There was also a lack of sitting areas. Ass. However we managed to nap for about 2-3 hours. Our flight will depart around 7+am. Along the way in cab we had to keep our eyes open and guards up in case we get driven to some ulu corner. Its quite scary actually but thankfully we're safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGEA7VCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3qsCKwMhd5w/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692535579071522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGEA7VCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3qsCKwMhd5w/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGHFtR5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/JPR4V_nK_aQ/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692536404428690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGHFtR5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/JPR4V_nK_aQ/s320/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGQb74aI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N93SZmQwzSk/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692538913579426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGQb74aI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N93SZmQwzSk/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGQF0MEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/klzhp9ksuns/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692538820800578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGQF0MEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/klzhp9ksuns/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our Kenny Rogers dinner. So pathetic right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Second night: 050808 Tuesday JB - KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright so we took our Air Asia flight to KK and then had an arranged transport drive us to our backpacker's hostel. We couldn't check in yet as it wasn't time, so we left our bags and explored the vicinity. There's actually a few shopping centres around our hostel, which I believe was in the city area. And things are cheap. So when we finally checked in, it was almost time for dinner so we headed out to a local marketplace kind of bazaar where there's a lot of food and groceries, but everyone sells the same things. We had Mee Bakso, some fried and big seafood, and other snacks, but we stunk like hell cause of all the smoke. Had to retire early for our climb the next day. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLq74r-17AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MjSCRWIbQfw/s320/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Third night: 060808 Wednesday Base of mountain to Laban Rata 'Resort'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well like I mentioned the editor sucks a shit load of fuckanathan. I had to insert this commentary here. The picture of the potato chips shows that we were already at a considerable altitude and thats why its so bloated. And so we made our first step. Oh ours was a shorter route compared to another, I have no idea why. Anyway the mountain guide don't do much, we're just walking our own mountain. And we climb climb climb climb, and saw the very first creature, a big fat caterpillar. Thats was like almost halfway to our resort. Yeah there were no monkeys or other shit. Except naughty squirrels. And yup we were the first few to reach our resort, but it was quite a climb. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SMvwqBEGrzI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BfRL3EGjYi8/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SMvwqSqWpbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yzbE5ldW78w/s1600-h/DSC_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245550800357729714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SMvwqSqWpbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yzbE5ldW78w/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4th night : 070808 Thursday Laban Rata - Summit - Base - Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a bad night's rest, we finally made our way to the summit at about 2.45am. It was a cold night, and obviously would get colder higher up. The climb was tougher mainly due to poor rest, if we had just gone up all the way yesterday it would be much easier. We made it up just before sunrise, but unfortunately it was cloudy so couldnt see much. I was freezing by then cos I wasn't wearing much protection and mainly due to touching the cold rocks for support with my bare hands, and there were so many people crowding around and there wasn't much to see so I wanted to get down ASAP. But it was scary. Haha. No shit. Anyway we took a few pictures along the way back and sort of ran down to base. So happy it was over. Yup, and we booked in again and had pizza hut for dinner. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5th night: 080808 Friday Hotel - Kiulu River - Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This water rafting was quite a disappointment. Intially we thought we had booked for a full day 21km raft at a 3 star river, but found out that there were miscommunication and ended up at a 11km 1 star river, and the river wasn't active that day. But the lunch they provided was nice. All in all still a good experience. Also as a result of this full day-turned-half day event, we had to check in again. With our legs sore we had bak kut teh, some more bbq food from the market, and watched the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6th day: 090808 Saturday KK - JB - Sin - NDP at SKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't really say we're dying to go back home, since we were really quite enjoying the relaxed and cheap lifestyle, we even had a massage, and played quite a bit of arcade games. But it was good to be home. Because we had another event to attend to! Think the whole trip we spent about $1700 altogether? Good stuff. Be planning our next trip soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-150777712269540690?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/150777712269540690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/150777712269540690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-from-kota-kinabalu-trip-4.html' title='Pictures from Kota Kinabalu trip 4-9Aug08'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SLquGEA7VCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3qsCKwMhd5w/s72-c/DSC03028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-3085860010606832963</id><published>2008-08-01T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:43:54.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:o(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, I finally failed in my resolution. To punish myself I shall do 20 squats, 20 push ups and 40 crunches, tomorrow. Hah. I'm getting a little fat. It's really tough for me to keep it, as I've started my driving practicals and taking two morning lessons on my off days, and then karate. And sad to say, i'm quite a slow learner, but I drive too fast sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh i'll be going Kota Kinabalu from 4th to 9th, in time to celebrate the Nation's birthday at SKA. Much of the research for the trip is done by my darling. Time for her to be independant. Hehe. Thanks dear. Been long since I had a good partying time at SKA. Be on leave until 13th. And am already dreading when work starts, probably be dragging myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual i'm having my supper now, after training. And then sleep like a 100kg weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, i'll continue part 2 of the Hotel's series. This time its about shower heads. I hope I can locate the picture I took from one of Australia's hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what's so fucking pissing about shower heads? It can't be detached, or have limited angles to turn about. It makes bathing so inconvenient especially when you want to wash certain secret areas like my ear holes, and of course my fat ass. Oh and the worst is when the water level is so bloody low that you feel so omfg helpless because it can't be adjusted and you just have to stand under the fucking thing and try to tip toe to reach more water faster so as to wash off the overflowing shampoo. But you know its a god damn joke when the shower head is as big as your head, or a soccer ball, or whatever but its just too fucking big to be true. I mean like, wtfing shit is that supposed to mean. The feeling is like giving you a nicely wrapped up present but it's full of shit inside. Come on man don't they test proof it before implementation? This sucks huge bull testicles. I'm really so pissed with this because one of my enjoyments in life is to have a good bathe, especially after work where I smell so strange, or after training to relax. And that's not all. They come with both a shower area, and a bath tub! What a bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SJMtoGtvD9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3ReUvpZiH7c/s1600-h/29052008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See this fucking thing? I'm not lying right, oh but this particular one is in Houston, wait till I get my hands on the Melbourne one. Bloody shit. I can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SJMtoGtvD9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3ReUvpZiH7c/s1600-h/29052008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229573759327735762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SJMtoGtvD9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3ReUvpZiH7c/s320/29052008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-3085860010606832963?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3085860010606832963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3085860010606832963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title=':o('/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SJMtoGtvD9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3ReUvpZiH7c/s72-c/29052008(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-901018613224745871</id><published>2008-06-27T12:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Houston and Moscow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Frankly, i've lost track of the pictures to upload, so i'll anyhow load for this month first. Houston is a peaceful little city, or at least the area i was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216422160647113570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0UTvYy2I/AAAAAAAAAic/63NmJpdpojc/s320/29052008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0UkqyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAik/XZS8XYAZT30/s1600-h/29052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216422165191206818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0UkqyJ6I/AAAAAAAAAik/XZS8XYAZT30/s320/29052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0U2CPQ9I/AAAAAAAAAis/I2C_fLRQN2o/s1600-h/30052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216422169852986322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0U2CPQ9I/AAAAAAAAAis/I2C_fLRQN2o/s320/30052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz1sq4KWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Mhu_zS-hhi0/s1600-h/29052008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421634763139426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz1sq4KWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Mhu_zS-hhi0/s320/29052008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz1uetZbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Mi-7l30MzvE/s1600-h/29052008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421635248973234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz1uetZbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Mi-7l30MzvE/s320/29052008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz111X0HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/LuG-2bt3zac/s1600-h/29052008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421637223075954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz111X0HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/LuG-2bt3zac/s320/29052008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRz1_XNTBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/osSYEmtluok/s1600-h/29052008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421639780912146" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRzQ4JpMCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8wQwsjqJnkI/s1600-h/29052008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421002189811746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRzQ4JpMCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8wQwsjqJnkI/s320/29052008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRzRD0rTII/AAAAAAAAAhs/KGLLIjAtpgg/s1600-h/29052008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216421005323095170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRzRD0rTII/AAAAAAAAAhs/KGLLIjAtpgg/s320/29052008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moscow sucks Gorilla balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216419965869357826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRyUjjl-wI/AAAAAAAAAgk/X_3s5iW4ua8/s320/26052008(028).jpg" border="0" /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRs_fQBwUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hj9RaU-6Vcc/s320/26052008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRs_pEyecI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zEKKbhdMrAE/s1600-h/26052008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216414109015374274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGRs_pEyecI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zEKKbhdMrAE/s320/26052008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-901018613224745871?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/901018613224745871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/901018613224745871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-from-houston-and-moscow.html' title='Pictures from Houston and Moscow'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/SGR0UTvYy2I/AAAAAAAAAic/63NmJpdpojc/s72-c/29052008(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-2031566235710549042</id><published>2008-05-29T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:06:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:o) Haha. I refuse to fail in my resolution. No way man. Cause I have some bullshit to blog about anyway. But first let me just do the boring part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May has been an interesting month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Long trips to Christchurch, and this current Moscow/Houston. Though it kind of sucks cos I miss home. And my Dy. And my new sheep soft toy which makes a 'Baaa' sound when you turn it 360 face down, batteries not required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Karate seminar. A Sensei Tomiyama came down all the way from some part of UK to teach us basics. Sounds strange but its good stuff, makes me review certain aspects of training. I've got 2 pictures, but its quite useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Dy's birthday! Though I couldn't really celebrate for her, I hope she enjoyed whatever I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time pasts very quickly for me so although there only three points above, they mean much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh recently I've been re-watching videos of the Angry Video Game Nerd. Not sure if any of you know him, but here's the link, have a good laugh on a shitty day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinemassacre.com/AVGN/Nes_Nerd_videos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://cinemassacre.com/AVGN/Nes_Nerd_videos.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel that i've been greatly influenced by him too. Have I said this before somewhere? Feels like Deja Vu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uh huh. Lastly, i'm supposed to blog about this since April. Dy has been bugging me about it. Sometime in April we went for a jog together after donkey years. Well, it was a great jog. Evening time, comfortable weather, comfortable attire. So we were jogging randomly and Dy decided to bring me to Toa Payoh. But in the end I was the one to bring her there, by showing her places I used to hang around in the neighbourhood as a kid. Eventually we used the underpass and overhead pass and viola, Toa Payoh! But guess what, we went to eat Crystal Jade! Sweaty and smelly and filthy, but she led the way and I followed suit. Should have brought along my card, then we could have had a better dinner. So since I didn't and only had 10 bucks with me, we ate Xiao Long Bao. Was there something else too? Oh dear. I guess the staff were quite appalled and pissed cos I wet their furniture with my soaked ass. But we enjoyed our Bao anyway. And jogged a different route back home. What an adventure for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, now for the nonsense stuff. I'm gonna talk about fucked up hotel rooms. Every blog I'm gonna talk about something bad about it. And mind you, these are 4/5 star hotels; not four fifth, its four or five. I will try to post pictures of rooms i've been in, and hopefully I don't get sued for defamation or any other shit because it's a matter of reputation and not monetary claims. But thats another story for some other time, if I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to the rooms. You won't believe how ridiculous some of them are, but its so fucking true. The thought of it makes me wanna drown in my own fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this is the first in the series of fucked up hotel rooms; Clocks. Congratulations you piece of shit. What kind of a fucking hotel room doesn't provide you with time man. I can't imagine a room without clocks. Can you? Even some toilets have the courtesy to let you time your shit, but how can a hotel room go without a clock or watch or timer or whatever the fuck that gives the slightest clue of the current local time? Even the TV doesn't show you the local time because its showing cable TV. Wtf man. You've got to do your own maths and calculate your own GMT or UMT or UHT, or keep a mental clock and stay awake the whole time or keep calling the reception and getting pissed off by the bloody bloodsuckers or if you're that hardworking enough, go down to the lobby where sometimes there's a display of a thousand time zones. Yeah right. Why don't you just re-use one of it in one the rooms to make my stay more comfortable. It doesn't really make me feel comfortable to have a clock, but it's definitely uncomfortable without one, you know what I mean? Kiss my ass if you don't. It's just unforgivable to leave out this one basic necessity of life, which has followed us through the passage of time. I just can't get myself over this traumatic experience. Yeah I know, I have a phone and sometimes a watch, thank goodness, but what's the point if you're gonna pay so much money to inconvenience yourself. I've got other better things to worry about in life, like what time my favourite cartoon is showing, what time I have to sleep so I don't get insomnia from time difference, what time I have to wake up so I can have enough time to sleep again, what time I have to brush my teeth by, what time to eat so my bowels don't screw up at the most crucial point, what time to plan for my next time etc. Damn it. I could go on with this crap but I'm really cut out of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna take a break for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-2031566235710549042?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/2031566235710549042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/2031566235710549042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-in-time.html' title='Still in time'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-2003021462749012470</id><published>2008-03-28T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:02.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once per month blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Without realising, I have actually kept to my new year's resolution so far, in fact March there's two posts, but since the latest one is near month-end it shall be considered an April posting. Also. to add more value to the advanced posting, this word blog plus some pictures of me and Dy will be included. Haha. Sounds like so damn serious man. If there's such a thing as pay-per-read, whereby each view I receive on my blog per post earns my 10c, or 5c, I would be very happy and donate it to a charity organisation, or maybe SKA, hahaha. Maybe they should have, or maybe there already is. Otherwise the next person who brings this idea to life will be considered plagiarism and I can claim inventorship, if there's such a thing. But I have no copyright or patent to speak about. So, fuck man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a Nintendo Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! Comes with one normal controller and one disc of game. And bought an additional controller with game, and another shitty 30-in-1 game which I am going to sell to cash converter hoping to rope in at least $7. Total cost for that was about $750. Hahaha I must have been crazy. But the games can last quite long for the whole family and although there is this urge to buy new games, I will hold on as long as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone bills for the past two months has been $126.11 and $134.70 respectively. And fucking India charges the highest. Fuck you man. F-U-C-K Y-O-U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to have lost my sense of humor. Though I've gained more confidence and trust in work. But I think being able to laugh heartily is more important. Haven't had that for donkey ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i'm quite excited at the Bendemeer Secondary School Alumni games day. Though I have no idea what is it about, I am still excited like a little boy receiving a new toy. Speaking of which, my nephew has quite a bit of cheap toys. The bad ass likes to play balls, and is now learning to walk on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah latest update about the game disc transaction. I managed to sell it for a standard price of $15. Great success. I continued this post from two days ago. So today i'll concentrate on the pictures. Just five will do, maybe two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-8XNysVP_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/c4x055IcJ5Q/s1600-h/05012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183387221840183282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-8XNysVP_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/c4x055IcJ5Q/s320/05012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-8XOSsVQAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/InrntbrSbnI/s1600-h/05012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183387230430117890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-8XOSsVQAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/InrntbrSbnI/s320/05012008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-2003021462749012470?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/2003021462749012470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/2003021462749012470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-per-month-blogging.html' title='Once per month blogging'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-8XNysVP_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/c4x055IcJ5Q/s72-c/05012008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-7462036503304207641</id><published>2008-03-28T11:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:13.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Bombay, Auckland, Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got cheated, or rather willingly paid an extra fare for a one-way Tuk Tuk ride in Bombay, because I couldn't be bothered to talk more to the bloody driver. All bloodsuckers there. I still don't like India, no matter how Incredible or cheap, whether its Bombay or Ahmedabad. But the surprising thing in the Bombay hotel is they've got a VERY well-equipped gym. And nice pool, but cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuuisVPYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IJBR54f-Slw/s1600-h/08032008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182639017062382978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuuisVPYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IJBR54f-Slw/s320/08032008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkuSsVPTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WgsOKH-k32s/s1600-h/08032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182628017651137842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkuSsVPTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WgsOKH-k32s/s320/08032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkuysVPWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6dgn18CKkoA/s1600-h/08032008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182628026241072482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkuysVPWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6dgn18CKkoA/s320/08032008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkvCsVPXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9Cydx97dbWo/s1600-h/08032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182628030536039794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xkvCsVPXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9Cydx97dbWo/s320/08032008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Auckland's city central is so similar to Australia that I wish I was at Australia, shorter flight and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuxSsVPcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IHIRmXjNfQ8/s1600-h/16032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182639064307023298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuxSsVPcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IHIRmXjNfQ8/s320/16032008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuuysVPZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2_yQjJjCtMY/s1600-h/16032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182639021357350290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuuysVPZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2_yQjJjCtMY/s320/16032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuvysVPbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/T7HRP2jGGvM/s1600-h/16032008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182639038537219506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuvysVPbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/T7HRP2jGGvM/s320/16032008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xwvSsVPdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JJmxEaBG5XM/s1600-h/16032008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182641228970540498" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6YSsVPxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/aQMEeKrwnWQ/s320/17032008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6YisVPyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/xa2AVEQ8ibg/s1600-h/17032008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182651833244794658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6YisVPyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/xa2AVEQ8ibg/s320/17032008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6YysVPzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EX042jOr5ds/s1600-h/17032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182651837539761970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6YysVPzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EX042jOr5ds/s320/17032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tokyo, Narita. One of my favourite locations. Interesting and exquisite goods sold. Too bad Dy is not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXSsVP2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X08SWRnZYI8/s1600-h/22032008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659508351352674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXSsVP2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X08SWRnZYI8/s320/22032008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6ZCsVP1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/vUBuQnGRr0E/s1600-h/22032008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182651841834729298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6ZCsVP1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/vUBuQnGRr0E/s320/22032008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6ZCsVP0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/VNgcl3ZluFI/s1600-h/22032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182651841834729282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-x6ZCsVP0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/VNgcl3ZluFI/s320/22032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXSsVP3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/txMeyv55WTE/s1600-h/22032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659508351352690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXSsVP3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/txMeyv55WTE/s320/22032008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXysVP4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/9tZARIhRHY8/s1600-h/22032008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659516941287298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXysVP4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/9tZARIhRHY8/s320/22032008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXysVP5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UWKdhnSQK8M/s1600-h/22032008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659516941287314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBXysVP5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UWKdhnSQK8M/s320/22032008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBYCsVP6I/AAAAAAAAAck/T7a4OOHsGkg/s1600-h/22032008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659521236254626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yBYCsVP6I/AAAAAAAAAck/T7a4OOHsGkg/s320/22032008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvSsVP7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/OxUbB1-4dcE/s1600-h/22032008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661020179840946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvSsVP7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/OxUbB1-4dcE/s320/22032008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvisVP8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/QijUCOjW_zg/s1600-h/22032008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661024474808258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvisVP8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/QijUCOjW_zg/s320/22032008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvysVP9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Nmal6ebkFQY/s1600-h/22032008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661028769775570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCvysVP9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Nmal6ebkFQY/s320/22032008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCwCsVP-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/yY3SfkXkO1k/s1600-h/22032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661033064742882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-yCwCsVP-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/yY3SfkXkO1k/s320/22032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-7462036503304207641?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7462036503304207641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7462036503304207641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-from-bombay-auckland-tokyo.html' title='Pictures from Bombay, Auckland, Tokyo'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-xuuisVPYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IJBR54f-Slw/s72-c/08032008(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-979211755462536390</id><published>2008-03-06T23:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osaka and London~</title><content type='html'>Osaka, Japan - Land of small dicks and huge desires. And Pachinko machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174654919670148994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARO6Iqr4I/AAAAAAAAATM/mWMepNX6wO4/s320/22022008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G6iysVO3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/twl2lgzhBBM/s1600-h/22022008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179626153338813298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G6iysVO3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/twl2lgzhBBM/s320/22022008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARQqIqr5I/AAAAAAAAATU/J_pAQLAA80c/s1600-h/22022008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174654949734920082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARQqIqr5I/AAAAAAAAATU/J_pAQLAA80c/s320/22022008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G6iisVO2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/r4X-dyiMTwI/s1600-h/22022008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179626149043845986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G6iisVO2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/r4X-dyiMTwI/s320/22022008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARSqIqr6I/AAAAAAAAATc/GOEjUv_YsOk/s1600-h/22022008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174654984094658466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARSqIqr6I/AAAAAAAAATc/GOEjUv_YsOk/s320/22022008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARVqIqr8I/AAAAAAAAATs/NmR2rcZa7uc/s1600-h/22022008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174655035634266050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARVqIqr8I/AAAAAAAAATs/NmR2rcZa7uc/s320/22022008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP56IqrzI/AAAAAAAAASk/FU0qbIeusGA/s1600-h/22022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653459381268274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP56IqrzI/AAAAAAAAASk/FU0qbIeusGA/s320/22022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP6qIqr0I/AAAAAAAAASs/A7UFcrwhW-0/s1600-h/22022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653472266170178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP6qIqr0I/AAAAAAAAASs/A7UFcrwhW-0/s320/22022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP7aIqr1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gKvakpcX-xM/s1600-h/22022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653485151072082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP7aIqr1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gKvakpcX-xM/s320/22022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP76Iqr2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/H3tK1jYdKwQ/s1600-h/22022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653493741006690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP76Iqr2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/H3tK1jYdKwQ/s320/22022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP8qIqr3I/AAAAAAAAATE/BrowrvXTKTY/s1600-h/22022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653506625908594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9AP8qIqr3I/AAAAAAAAATE/BrowrvXTKTY/s320/22022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;London was cool, and windy. Didn't do much. The monument on the last picture is made of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oCsVO4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/W9H-YTkWFJE/s1600-h/03032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627343044754306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oCsVO4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/W9H-YTkWFJE/s320/03032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oCsVO5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TgdBXnPGxqg/s1600-h/03032008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627343044754322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oCsVO5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TgdBXnPGxqg/s320/03032008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oSsVO6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/M5OnzSDS90s/s1600-h/03032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627347339721634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oSsVO6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/M5OnzSDS90s/s320/03032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oisVO7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Jq5dNRFyJdo/s1600-h/04032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627351634688946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oisVO7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Jq5dNRFyJdo/s320/04032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oysVO8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbJurMGu4UQ/s1600-h/04032008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627355929656258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G7oysVO8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbJurMGu4UQ/s320/04032008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WSsVO9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9Mfqh3RyaVQ/s1600-h/04032008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179628137613704146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WSsVO9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9Mfqh3RyaVQ/s320/04032008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WysVO-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/L8GCOZpYjR4/s1600-h/04032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179628146203638754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WysVO-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/L8GCOZpYjR4/s320/04032008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WysVO_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/kea7W7imMfw/s1600-h/04032008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179628146203638770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8WysVO_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/kea7W7imMfw/s320/04032008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8XCsVPAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UHiudqNBqpQ/s1600-h/04032008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179628150498606082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8XCsVPAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UHiudqNBqpQ/s320/04032008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8XSsVPBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3jXyfMp1XaU/s1600-h/04032008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179628154793573394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G8XSsVPBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3jXyfMp1XaU/s320/04032008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9dysVPCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/in5RvDz1tQ0/s1600-h/04032008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629365974350882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9dysVPCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/in5RvDz1tQ0/s320/04032008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eSsVPDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GohU72P8x-U/s1600-h/04032008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629374564285490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eSsVPDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GohU72P8x-U/s320/04032008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eSsVPEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qBo-XrB4LpI/s1600-h/04032008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629374564285506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eSsVPEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qBo-XrB4LpI/s320/04032008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eisVPFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lHNFHpG-gT4/s1600-h/04032008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629378859252818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eisVPFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/lHNFHpG-gT4/s320/04032008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eysVPGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CGVK_ZBpxDE/s1600-h/04032008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629383154220130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G9eysVPGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CGVK_ZBpxDE/s320/04032008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_RysVPHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5I-8yKxEgS8/s1600-h/04032008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631358839176306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_RysVPHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5I-8yKxEgS8/s320/04032008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SCsVPII/AAAAAAAAAWU/2YZxrcA6caM/s1600-h/04032008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631363134143618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SCsVPII/AAAAAAAAAWU/2YZxrcA6caM/s320/04032008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SisVPJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/4XbngHa5oMs/s1600-h/04032008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631371724078226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SisVPJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/4XbngHa5oMs/s320/04032008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SysVPKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/f3O4wViZNa8/s1600-h/04032008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631376019045538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_SysVPKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/f3O4wViZNa8/s320/04032008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_TCsVPLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/C0WnxzyDUyg/s1600-h/04032008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631380314012850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-G_TCsVPLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/C0WnxzyDUyg/s320/04032008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDaysVPMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Jwe2YqpUFW4/s1600-h/04032008(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635911504510146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDaysVPMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Jwe2YqpUFW4/s320/04032008(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbCsVPNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bHa_eEuzHkc/s1600-h/04032008(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635915799477458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbCsVPNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bHa_eEuzHkc/s320/04032008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbCsVPOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l8JZQ-7QlTI/s1600-h/04032008(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635915799477474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbCsVPOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l8JZQ-7QlTI/s320/04032008(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbSsVPPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/a2YzZo7V59g/s1600-h/04032008(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635920094444786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDbSsVPPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/a2YzZo7V59g/s320/04032008(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDcCsVPQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YF81eXDfr_0/s1600-h/04032008(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635932979346690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HDcCsVPQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YF81eXDfr_0/s320/04032008(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HEVSsVPRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QU2HTB6feBo/s1600-h/04032008(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179636916526857490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HEVSsVPRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QU2HTB6feBo/s320/04032008(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HEVisVPSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wCG6TrgvnkQ/s1600-h/04032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179636920821824802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R-HEVisVPSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wCG6TrgvnkQ/s320/04032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-979211755462536390?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/979211755462536390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/979211755462536390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/03/osaka-and-london.html' title='Osaka and London~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R9ARO6Iqr4I/AAAAAAAAATM/mWMepNX6wO4/s72-c/22022008(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-7945447750384577711</id><published>2008-02-07T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:34.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Male (Maldives) and Paris for the Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Male is a small island resort. Can do 2.4km there. Look closely at some of the pictures and you can see the shy shy crabs! And the bird is so tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIqHBE6pI/AAAAAAAAANM/yVjAt1yc0bk/s1600-h/28012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164090179753142930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIqHBE6pI/AAAAAAAAANM/yVjAt1yc0bk/s320/28012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIqnBE6qI/AAAAAAAAANU/dZgouj4FwUY/s1600-h/28012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164090188343077538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIqnBE6qI/AAAAAAAAANU/dZgouj4FwUY/s320/28012008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIrXBE6rI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q7-zAY8UJC4/s1600-h/28012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164090201227979442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIrXBE6rI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q7-zAY8UJC4/s320/28012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_HBE6kI/AAAAAAAAAMk/W0QzWKbwlEA/s1600-h/27012008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164088341507140162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_HBE6kI/AAAAAAAAAMk/W0QzWKbwlEA/s320/27012008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_XBE6lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6AOQmXvRi-c/s1600-h/27012008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164088345802107474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_XBE6lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6AOQmXvRi-c/s320/27012008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_3BE6mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5nNgaI7fITw/s1600-h/27012008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164088354392042082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qG_3BE6mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5nNgaI7fITw/s320/27012008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qHAHBE6nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yv-TXfn1eO8/s1600-h/27012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164088358687009394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qHAHBE6nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yv-TXfn1eO8/s320/27012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qHAnBE6oI/AAAAAAAAANE/essRE1XRvzA/s1600-h/28012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164088367276944002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qHAnBE6oI/AAAAAAAAANE/essRE1XRvzA/s320/28012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFVHBE6fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eHSdYMjaJtM/s1600-h/27012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086520441006578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFVHBE6fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eHSdYMjaJtM/s320/27012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFVXBE6gI/AAAAAAAAAME/PF3OmiULU6g/s1600-h/27012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086524735973890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFVXBE6gI/AAAAAAAAAME/PF3OmiULU6g/s320/27012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFV3BE6hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/myqe_AdXQ78/s1600-h/27012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086533325908498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFV3BE6hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/myqe_AdXQ78/s320/27012008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFWHBE6iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zMmy5vhVfbA/s1600-h/27012008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086537620875810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFWHBE6iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zMmy5vhVfbA/s320/27012008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFW3BE6jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pVhpDl-wQxA/s1600-h/27012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164086550505777714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qFW3BE6jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pVhpDl-wQxA/s320/27012008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paris Paris, the city of branded goods~ Some of the pictures are taken over Himalayas. And the ducks are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qWjXBE7SI/AAAAAAAAASU/8VQZ0AWyk70/s1600-h/06022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164105456951815458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qWjXBE7SI/AAAAAAAAASU/8VQZ0AWyk70/s320/06022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIr3BE6tI/AAAAAAAAANs/AYteDdb2RRo/s1600-h/03022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164090209817914066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIr3BE6tI/AAAAAAAAANs/AYteDdb2RRo/s320/03022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIrnBE6sI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCfs_NeqMSM/s1600-h/03022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164090205522946754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qIrnBE6sI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCfs_NeqMSM/s320/03022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qJ0HBE6uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Bw3szS0YogE/s1600-h/04022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164091451063462626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qJ0HBE6uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Bw3szS0YogE/s320/04022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qJ0XBE6vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_MB30z2V2EQ/s1600-h/04022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164091455358429938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qJ0XBE6vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_MB30z2V2EQ/s320/04022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R6qJ0nBE6wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2QyEfg87rdU/s1600-h/04022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164091459653397250" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5EXm3KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yyA6Sh_URjY/s320/18122007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X2UXm3VI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tgWArTCDo9I/s1600-h/18122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156507057798962514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X2UXm3VI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tgWArTCDo9I/s320/18122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X10Xm3UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u7ePZnfraPU/s1600-h/18122007(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156507049209027906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X10Xm3UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u7ePZnfraPU/s320/18122007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WcEXm3PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h5vBmUkmVzI/s1600-h/18122007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156505507315768562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WcEXm3PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h5vBmUkmVzI/s320/18122007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Wc0Xm3QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q8SfbA7eG6k/s1600-h/18122007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156505520200670466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Wc0Xm3QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q8SfbA7eG6k/s320/18122007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WdUXm3RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5NhXa3ArGeY/s1600-h/18122007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156505528790605074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WdUXm3RI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5NhXa3ArGeY/s320/18122007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WdkXm3SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m7PXyqia9UU/s1600-h/18122007(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156505533085572386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-WdkXm3SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m7PXyqia9UU/s320/18122007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Wd0Xm3TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CIggiLGH0Kk/s1600-h/18122007(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156505537380539698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Wd0Xm3TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CIggiLGH0Kk/s320/18122007(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5UXm3LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7OTRX8M75X4/s1600-h/18122007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156503810803686578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5UXm3LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7OTRX8M75X4/s320/18122007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5kXm3MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D9cBgMTUnJs/s1600-h/18122007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156503815098653890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5kXm3MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D9cBgMTUnJs/s320/18122007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U50Xm3NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1nvp9gfk_gE/s1600-h/18122007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156503819393621202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U50Xm3NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1nvp9gfk_gE/s320/18122007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U6UXm3OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9Xh5D7at7vo/s1600-h/18122007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156503827983555810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U6UXm3OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9Xh5D7at7vo/s320/18122007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Zv0Xm3aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jJ-KFOrQJ5o/s1600-h/03012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijing, still quite undeveloped, but good set of room service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-ZvkXm3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jbhYuyE7oow/s1600-h/03012008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156509140858101138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-ZvkXm3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jbhYuyE7oow/s320/03012008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Zv0Xm3aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jJ-KFOrQJ5o/s1600-h/03012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156509145153068450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Zv0Xm3aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jJ-KFOrQJ5o/s320/03012008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X3EXm3YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TnKDn25aLKk/s1600-h/03012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156507070683864450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X3EXm3YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TnKDn25aLKk/s320/03012008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X20Xm3XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/INVrjYHlcSk/s1600-h/03012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156507066388897138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X20Xm3XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/INVrjYHlcSk/s320/03012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X2kXm3WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O0BP25PvWYA/s1600-h/03012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156507062093929826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-X2kXm3WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O0BP25PvWYA/s320/03012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perth. Damn the flies, just look at the two on the table~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPkXm3zI/AAAAAAAAALU/m4HGQTz9p4E/s1600-h/07012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156521785241820978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPkXm3zI/AAAAAAAAALU/m4HGQTz9p4E/s320/07012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-tYkXm33I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jfe4iYbyk8s/s1600-h/07012008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156530735953665906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-tYkXm33I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jfe4iYbyk8s/s320/07012008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-i5EXm3tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e2aHlkSf34I/s1600-h/07012008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156519199671508690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-i5EXm3tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e2aHlkSf34I/s320/07012008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-i5UXm3uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/V4Oq1MHYWPw/s1600-h/07012008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156519203966476002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-i5UXm3uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/V4Oq1MHYWPw/s320/07012008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPUXm3yI/AAAAAAAAALM/7YKCfipGwxc/s1600-h/07012008(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156521780946853666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPUXm3yI/AAAAAAAAALM/7YKCfipGwxc/s320/07012008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-i5kXm3vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uY-ZkXkG12g/s1600-h/07012008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156519208261443314" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-ZwUXm3bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fr_qebgkrVs/s320/03012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-ZwUXm3cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qBN2L-6Ll1c/s1600-h/07012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156509153743003074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-ZwUXm3cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qBN2L-6Ll1c/s320/07012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Zw0Xm3dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oMJqccWTpbc/s1600-h/07012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156509162332937682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-Zw0Xm3dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oMJqccWTpbc/s320/07012008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Manchester, phone ran out of memory, couldn't take more pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lP0Xm32I/AAAAAAAAALs/z0nklU1SCD8/s1600-h/15012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156521789536788322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lP0Xm32I/AAAAAAAAALs/z0nklU1SCD8/s320/15012008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPkXm30I/AAAAAAAAALc/lkkOYBEIn6g/s1600-h/15012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156521785241820994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lPkXm30I/AAAAAAAAALc/lkkOYBEIn6g/s320/15012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lP0Xm31I/AAAAAAAAALk/VnEIdiH5htc/s1600-h/15012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156521789536788306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-lP0Xm31I/AAAAAAAAALk/VnEIdiH5htc/s320/15012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-4743787642166698511?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4743787642166698511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4743787642166698511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures-from-adelaide-beijing-perth.html' title='Pictures from Adelaide, Beijing, Perth and Manchester'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R4-U5EXm3KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yyA6Sh_URjY/s72-c/18122007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-6662456887460643188</id><published>2008-01-01T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:40:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Year 2008 to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First post of the year on the first day of the year. Maybe let's make my new year resolution to be: to blog at least once a month this year :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me back track a bit. To Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas eve was one of the most memorable. Half day at work. And they were doing some silly carolling. But our class made merry and entertained ourselves, because we were hungry. The chicken they served for buffet is not bad. Haha. Popped a last one as I sneaked out to freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then a few of us more hardworking ones went to somewhere in Bugis where they have this huge costumes shop! So interesting and well-equipped. They even have the big mascot dresses. But I didn't take any photos. And I don't remember the shop and road name. After some time there we decided we didnt need costumes for our performance. And went home to do more graduation work. Speaking of which. I never enjoyed doing this graduation thing. And I had to be the vice-chairman. Do so many things nobody realise. Sucks. Luckily the end result was a rewarding cheer from the audience. But thats another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ya I was home and editing the music. And really didn't want anything else to spoil my Christmas mood. So I gamed with Mindy. Diablo 2: Lord of Destruction. Oh yeah. Retro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We played all the way till 8+, forgetting about everything else in this world, finally completing act 5 and the game in normal mode. Hahaha it was so frustrating but luckily we didn't give up like a loser in diapers. Love this game. Currently we're in Nightmare difficulty! And it's a real nightmare. Can't imagine Hell Difficulty.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But finally we met up. At suntec city. Had dinner at one of the basement chinese restaurant. And their xiao long bao was good! But still lose to crystal jade. Then we wandered a bit, play games at arcade, hahah we're really suckers for gaming, and ended up at NYDC because I have been having a craving for a good mudpie since the one in Adelaide totally twarted my taste bud. And a subsequent one at Secret Recipe didn't live up to its name. But this one at NYDC, I think I was really not that hopeful so it was acceptable. There was a cute little elephant soft toy at our seat. So nice to play with hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eventually we reached Esplanade and found a place to seat and enjoy the breeze while waiting for the time to come. I brought along a large white candle that some dickhead in class gave as a gift. But this rude bloody malay policeman stopped us after it burned for a bit because it was too near a high power cable. Wtf man if the material of the cable is capable of withstanding a 1000-voltage current whats a small candle in the wind to it. Fucker spoilt the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we decided it was time to go home. And guess how? We wanted to walk back, but ended up doing a 500m race from Suntec convention to chijmes bus stop. All wet and scruffy we boarded the bus after a buffer time. What a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas itself wasn't that special. Nobody ate the dinner I bought. Hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I graduated on 27th. Like I said, my section of the performance received the greatest positive response. Cos it was a self-defence demonstration. Suckers never see people being thrown before. Hahaha. But I guess the girls were spectacular thats why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, the next big thing would be last night's New Year eve celebration. After a whole day, and last, sad one, at work, it was such a relieve to see my dear at PS. We had the New Year's set meal at Manhattan. Not bad but I think the original is still way better. Then we gamed (!), and did some tidbits shopping before heading home for facial! Hahah omg. Such a gay thing. But I did it anyway. Then we went to SKA! And saw the fireworks from a flat nearby. Great day. Guess what, we LODed again this morning. Ooh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotta go be a cleaner at SKA le. Late already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-6662456887460643188?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/6662456887460643188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/6662456887460643188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-2008.html' title='Year 2008'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-7627305369104427582</id><published>2007-12-20T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:47.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R2nm60Xm3GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gl-nE0_kkaQ/s1600-h/14122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145897947411962978" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R2nobUXm3II/AAAAAAAAAF8/4SkocyJAHVs/s320/20102007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R2nm7EXm3HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IFSuE2B3_zQ/s1600-h/20102007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-7627305369104427582?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7627305369104427582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/7627305369104427582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/overdue-pictures.html' title='Overdue pictures'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R2nm60Xm3GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gl-nE0_kkaQ/s72-c/14122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-3479430306828160594</id><published>2007-12-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:11:42.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has got to be the most memorable event for the year. Yup~! I experienced real snow! And it's in Incheon, Korea. Where the guys are hot and the girls are hotter. Its a nice cosy city, with a population of about 2.5million. I like such cities. Unlike Australia. Where the guys are big and fat and the girls are similar. Not all la, but ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took photos of the snow! It's not very clear but it's good enough. At night. And I was preparing for bed when my buddy exclaimed that the snow grew heavier. So lazy as I am, I didn't unpack my luggage for my winter coat and went down in my collar shirt and long pants. I had even wanted to go in t-shirt and shorts. But it's a high class hotel. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know what the hell a bidet is? I had no idea until this evening, when I had to trouble some personal friends to remove something. It's one of the coolest invention ever. And it can be found at Far East Plaza. It can be a good friend to your rectum if it has been overworked through diarrhea or rough sex. Cos it's an ass washer man. Why i'm so fascinated about this bidet is firstly because of the spelling. Wtf man. I enter a toilet to see the cubicle labelled Bidet instead of Seat or Bowl or Toilet or something like that. Wouldn't you be curious? Its such a pleasant surprise because the Bidet comes fully equipped with an instruction label. And I got my shirt wet cos I didn't know the water comes out from a sprout which comes out (as you turn the operating dial at the side) from the same place where the water of the main flush comes out. Lucky didn't get my face. So I shat. And it's so cooling. And my ass is so clean. Second reason why I was so fascinated is because it's a long time since I shat in public toilets. So I think there may be more of such facilities out there. But Singapore? And Far East Plaza! Even hotels don't provide such services. Ok so the next question would be does squatting toilets have it? The answer is no as I kicked the neighbouring door open, to find the area dirtied with all kinds of shit. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a great day. And quite nice food at Ding Tai Foong. With my darling :o) love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-3479430306828160594?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3479430306828160594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3479430306828160594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-4160482253865562739</id><published>2007-12-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not mine definitely. But what I am saying is the previous two posts were great. To me. And I learnt something new today! Its so easy to post videos! Haha. Actually I intended to do a photo entry instead. But since I tried something new I shan't waste my time waiting for pictures to be uploaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I trained today! Wonderful. I just love Karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall add five more pictures hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507613067349298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAcEISDTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2ymUkdcK8PE/s320/06102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAckISDUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Sqqb6nf0H20/s1600-h/13102007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507621657283906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAckISDUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Sqqb6nf0H20/s320/13102007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAd0ISDVI/AAAAAAAAADE/7JSvCCg11ZU/s1600-h/PICT0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507643132120402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAd0ISDVI/AAAAAAAAADE/7JSvCCg11ZU/s320/PICT0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAfUISDWI/AAAAAAAAADM/KZgbj05slfE/s1600-h/13102007(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507668901924194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAfUISDWI/AAAAAAAAADM/KZgbj05slfE/s320/13102007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAf0ISDXI/AAAAAAAAADU/-MLQ7DGXbRc/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140507677491858802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAf0ISDXI/AAAAAAAAADU/-MLQ7DGXbRc/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-4160482253865562739?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4160482253865562739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4160482253865562739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-blog.html' title='Great Blog!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1bAcEISDTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2ymUkdcK8PE/s72-c/06102007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-9036474395320064051</id><published>2007-12-05T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:06:56.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WKF World Karate Championships 2006-French Female Team Kata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/U1AtrclBg2o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/U1AtrclBg2o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get to know Karate! Two great videos with great girls. The stupid commentator spoils the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-9036474395320064051?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/9036474395320064051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/9036474395320064051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/wkf-world-karate-championships-2006_05.html' title='WKF World Karate Championships 2006-French Female Team Kata'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-4635563504803854761</id><published>2007-12-05T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:05:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WKF World Karate Championships 2006 - Japan Female Team Kata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4djPi1_aMfo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4djPi1_aMfo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-4635563504803854761?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4635563504803854761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/4635563504803854761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/wkf-world-karate-championships-2006.html' title='WKF World Karate Championships 2006 - Japan Female Team Kata'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-3357586633001645079</id><published>2007-12-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:51.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9JkISDII/AAAAAAAAABc/U8DYqDQofl4/s1600-R/27112007(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, this is the fourth day since i'm back from melbourne. I took a few photos with my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite boring. I would have stayed in the hotel throughout if not for the group. And find ways to access free room porn.&lt;br /&gt;There're so many stories how people try to go about manipulating the hotel system for free stuffs. Like room porn. But i'll be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just completed my notes. So let me try to figure out how to include pictures. It's been a long time and i'm no longer using the dunno what external program. And my brain juices are not really excreting much right now due to the notes. Therefore I shall not talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;You'll realise that the pictures, if I manage to upload them, are mainly buildings. Those are the only 'nice' things to take la, I feel. It's just so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Goodday mate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139307728053865602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9JkISDII/AAAAAAAAABc/vllwVvFwzE8/s320/27112007(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9LEISDJI/AAAAAAAAABk/zBddHHCxi_U/s1600-R/27112007(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139307753823669394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9LEISDJI/AAAAAAAAABk/sVmjiR-mJ1k/s320/27112007(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9NkISDLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hAAbb4qFG3s/s1600-R/27112007(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139307796773342386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9NkISDLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wRF-DdtvSpw/s320/27112007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J-40ISDNI/AAAAAAAAACE/2ZJ7usQ2Ho4/s1600-R/27112007(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139309639314312402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J-40ISDNI/AAAAAAAAACE/qta38Pl_56o/s320/27112007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J72kISDDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6xpg4jn4F9g/s1600-R/27112007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306302124723250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J72kISDDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1vcEsmYFoEI/s320/27112007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J720ISDEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KIUrHMs2wUs/s1600-R/27112007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306306419690562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J720ISDEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wJsCae63upA/s320/27112007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J73UISDFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nc6Xvk_9L_E/s1600-R/27112007(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306315009625170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J73UISDFI/AAAAAAAAABE/xkDxctdyOK8/s320/27112007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J730ISDGI/AAAAAAAAABM/s7jZmTSC8EU/s1600-R/27112007(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306323599559778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J730ISDGI/AAAAAAAAABM/K_3yI3F4lTc/s320/27112007(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J74EISDHI/AAAAAAAAABU/B2GYLdwly34/s1600-R/27112007(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139306327894527090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J74EISDHI/AAAAAAAAABU/RjuKm2sSXjo/s320/27112007(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5P0ISC-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0zQ9SizM5oo/s1600-R/27112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139303437381536738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5P0ISC-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-wanX0Wvg0/s320/27112007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5QEISC_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dtZpHdI3gC4/s1600-R/27112007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139303441676504050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5QEISC_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1y02t56nVzA/s320/27112007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5QkISDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-MSb4i_hxOo/s1600-R/27112007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139303450266438658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5QkISDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1THZhPTWIdQ/s320/27112007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5Q0ISDBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S1d169nr5bk/s1600-R/27112007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139303454561405970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5Q0ISDBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2nNpMiVhy8U/s320/27112007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5R0ISDCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eP8jBBDU4aE/s1600-R/27112007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139303471741275170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J5R0ISDCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TcFl6MChquc/s320/27112007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well i didnt know it'd be so easy therefore i added a picture of my nephew taking a dump since just nice it'll make up the max of five pictures at one upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9OEISDMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tFVWBU68PHg/s1600-R/27102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139307805363276994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9OEISDMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oCmDC0znRQI/s320/27102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since it's so easy i'll add hong kong pictures too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAdEISDOI/AAAAAAAAACM/1B0Y8_etKpk/s1600-R/23112007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139311361596198114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAdEISDOI/AAAAAAAAACM/BtHaq6uFBO8/s320/23112007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAdUISDPI/AAAAAAAAACU/7F0yWg2njuk/s1600-R/23112007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139311365891165426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAdUISDPI/AAAAAAAAACU/7hkneejcKog/s320/23112007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAlEISDQI/AAAAAAAAACc/59o7yiVOfZ4/s1600-R/23112007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139311499035151618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAlEISDQI/AAAAAAAAACc/ey6xB96t6tM/s320/23112007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAlUISDRI/AAAAAAAAACk/qvEsSrO1M04/s1600-R/23112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139311503330118930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAlUISDRI/AAAAAAAAACk/L9ajwlEW0to/s320/23112007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and of course one of my darling's picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAnEISDSI/AAAAAAAAACs/QE9PwFXRQo0/s1600-R/24102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139311533394890018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1KAnEISDSI/AAAAAAAAACs/M1eLRvyqVyY/s320/24102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-3357586633001645079?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3357586633001645079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/3357586633001645079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-melbourne.html' title='After Melbourne'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0W1nIyTrG6M/R1J9JkISDII/AAAAAAAAABc/vllwVvFwzE8/s72-c/27112007(016).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852166.post-8870498297015438071</id><published>2007-11-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:13:10.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey of a 1000 miles.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Starts from here! After much procrastination, here I am finally writing the year old post. But let me find some genuine excuses first. Firstly, I did try to blog months back, but I think blogspot was in the midst of host migration plus my old pc sucked so much ass it was suicidal, and I just couldn't publish my post. I tried a few times over the course of a few weeks and I decided that post wasn't fated to meet the world. Of course, i've been lazy, so much so that I arrived at the log in page last week, and fought against the powerful urge to type my email and password. It wasn't a tough fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, much has definitely happened. I've already entered a new phase in life. And it's gonna be a life-changing one. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably let's start from National Service. It sucked. Like my old pc. The training was great. But unit life was a turn off. Being an officer doesn't really change things. Oh I went taiwan for one of the biggest bi-lateral exercise in history. But it sucked. I can't really say much due to sensitivity. And I don't want to cause it's tiring for my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I ORD-ed in May. And was serving my second National Service in SKA. I spent most of my time there, due to some technical reasons. And I wasn't paid fully. Haha. But I enjoyed my time there since it was something I would do for survival, unfortunately it can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few months later, I started work. Which is what i'm doing now. Still undergoing training though, till end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a new laptop! With in-built webcam and good specifications. Good price too though I missed out that Vista takes up much of the good specs. Thank you dear for lending me the interest-free cash. Will be paying up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have happened to us as well, which I feel is a natural course of a relationship. We just have to work it out. Love you so much :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my 10-month nephew is such a cute dude. But he's also a bad ass. Haha. The first baby I've ever cradled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll stop here for the time being. Just came back from Hong Kong on saturday. Great holiday place. Be going to melbourne on monday. Probably blog after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-8870498297015438071?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/8870498297015438071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/8870498297015438071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2007/11/journey-of-1000-miles.html' title='A journey of a 1000 miles.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-116256510812881338</id><published>2006-11-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:45:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>031106</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly let me wish all Indians and Muslims a very Happy Deeparaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you've ever done charity work? Work as in really work, not just calling 1900-XXX-XXXX to support the stunt or your favourite celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, or rather, last friday, I led a group of approximately 50 people to Moral Home for the Disabled. Not that I volunteered, but was arrowed and am still quite sore about this. Damn that bitch. Anyway, imagine an inexperienced and ignorant and most importantly army-hating NSF officer, organising such an event, alone, for the brigade. It was a tough job considering I had only about a week to get everything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the experience was fucking good and enriching. In fact I wouldn't mind doing this for the whole of my army life, at least I learn useful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that you reflect again on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior nurse there was so motherly and grateful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the residents there are 13-33 years old intellectually disabled. But they are almost just like normal. They even attend school. The home is spending quite a lot to adopt these children as their own and watch them grow up. We should help as far as possible. In fact I really do miss the kids there. Even though they might not recognise me when I do visit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just want to share that within one week I managed to collect $350 in monetary donations, about $300 worth of kinds donations, and macdonalds costing $168. Which I think is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also gained a mentor who came to my rescue without invitation or else I would still be stuck somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is my most serious blog to date.&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-116256510812881338?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/116256510812881338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/116256510812881338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/031106.html' title='031106'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-115842768362973157</id><published>2006-09-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:28:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The title is not important</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date:     17092006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time:     1251hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ground: Suntec&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unbelievable it's during my working hours that i have time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12 hourly shift. At night. My job scope? Sit and wait for big shit to happen. E.g. Delegate visits brothel and gets a stroke. Or. Delegate picks up a fight at a local bar with our ah bengs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do I do there when something like that really happens? Frankly speaking, nothing. Yet I have a 700 series BMW on standby for such purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok la till date i've used both the 300 and 700 series. But then ah, it was used to bring me to all 43 participating hotels; and do what? Distribute leaflets. Wtf. At least now i am much more familiar with the locations of most hotels. Ever heard of M Hotel? Well it has a stupid name but it's quite high-class if you ask me. Well any hotel that doesn't have its name starting with a number should be high class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've also been walking around raffles city shopping centre and pan pacific to watch out for traffic congestion. Good thing is i have a partner to enjoy the boredom with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides that, i've also viewed a number of videos on the critically-acclaimed youtube.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did i mention there are OSIM iDesires around? Oh yeah man. I sit until my body is over-relieved and starting to ache from the rollers. Strange that a massage chair yields results more than its price. Definitely worth getting one if you're earning at least a pilot's pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never wanted to work so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been talking too much rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All these shiok shiok late night shift comes with a price to pay. Maybe more than two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've not been having proper healthy meals. Everyday's supper is either food from carrefour (yes wtf can you eat at carrefour), or from I'm Loving It mcdonald's, It Just Tastes Better BK, and tonight's Finger Licking Good KFC. The cashiers are good friends with us now and we get a bit more fries and lettuce as loyalty rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't seen my parents since this O(*NTEVDH!S IMF started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't go for my friends' birthday, even though I will have to buy presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's saturday, no wtf it's sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And most of all, I only see Mindy for once or twice a week, for short hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't had much of a life for my real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll have a different complain when things revert to normal and i'm back to the sucky office which is now shared by an irritating superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems as though I only complain nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's blog something happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks dear for making the effort to accompany me. I have been very bad-tempered. Sorry and I appreciate your efforts really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would do the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-115842768362973157?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/115842768362973157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/115842768362973157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/title-is-not-important.html' title='The title is not important'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-115203084015586213</id><published>2006-07-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:35:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg it's been more than half a year! Thanks shunuan if you are reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's definitely too much that happened since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Near break-ups. Training matters. The more recent commissioning into a SAF officer(wth was I thinking). ".....preserve and protect, the honour and independence of our country, With our lives!" Yeah right shout so loud like real like that. With my ass then correct la. )@#*&amp;amp;)C Then there's this last few days of 61/05 SOCC course, and finally seperation on 210606. Now i'm all alone to spend the remaining 10 months of NS. And it sucks totally cos I hate the fucking army!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dunno how I am going to pull through this. Everyday think of ORD and ways to get a pes F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the lighter note. It's actually my brother's wedding day! Yeah just started. 050706. So actually I should be sleeping now cos it's gonna be a whole day thing later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i'm depressed. Cos Mindy upset me a few hours ago and is still continuing to. How to face her later on. But we always do in the end and I believe we will always make it. Love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really should be sleeping now. And ARMY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good day all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-115203084015586213?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/115203084015586213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/115203084015586213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey.html' title='Hey~~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-113613122343769221</id><published>2006-01-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:00:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Resolution for the year: 1. Keep a clean army record. =&gt; Failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2005 ended rather well I guess. Except for the bloody raid conducted by SIB on the 2nd day of my posting to Signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I owned up my camera phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid? I feel so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This phone is no like other phone. Losing it is as good as losing Mindy. We are using the same model. We have a couple chain. In it are our pictures. This is reason enough for me to bring a camera into SAF ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would it have been different if I kept the phone in my underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worse thing was on the first day I was already booked for the same offence, but nothing resulted from it I think. I already made up my mind not to bring in the phone by the next book in. And this had to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea of the consequence. However, I'm ready to face it, though 90% unwilling. Is there no room for explanation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I marked the end of year 2005 at SKA with my dearest Mindy, of course with the usual or less than usual khakis. Quite a thoughtful way to spend it since I hardly go back to SKA now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No doubt that night there were unhappiness, we decided to forgive and forget. The year starts well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great day indeed. And so short. But well spent. Met up with my long-lost secondary school friends. The Manhattan Fish Market rocks~! Expensive but worth every cent spent. Not the service though. I'm cheapskate. Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomolo, by 2359, I will be at Changi Airport, Terminal 2, Burger King, waiting for departure at 2+ to BRUNEI. KNN GO BRUNEI FOR WHAT??!?!?!??!!!??? 10 DAYS!&gt;!&gt;!!&gt;!&gt;??!@&gt;!?@&gt;Pq)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10 bloody days of crap! @! )*(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;@*($NFE$G"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;@*($NFE$G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; -U-0 _)UQ_(&amp;)* PU*Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my dear already. Always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lost my sense of blog-humour it seems. )@Q&amp;C)(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;*@NF)(@&amp;B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;*@NF)(@&amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's late. Last day of freedom starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year. And Hari Raya &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;. And CNY. Doubt I will be blogging anytime again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take care people. Boo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-113613122343769221?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/113613122343769221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/113613122343769221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2006.html' title='Year 2006'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-113354445519230044</id><published>2005-12-03T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:27:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up till now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OCS is not a good place to be. At least that's what I feel. Too many stupid idealogy. And we hardly have time to breathe properly, not to mention shit in peace. And the songs we sing are the same old ones, but some of them still sing as though they are still in BMT. Nothing wrong with that actually, but same old songs are boring. And boring songs make life sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been ktving for a looooooooooooooong looooooooooooooooooooooooooong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually i dunno what I want to blog about. Maybe I just want to see whether I still can spell. Or maybe I just want to work my brain cells a little on a friday late night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They've been sleeping for too long. Yet the times that I use them are on the wrong places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OPs order OPs order. My recent weekends are all occupied by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really dunno how to organise my thoughts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My legs are damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to practice Karate. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PIF)*Q#YFC )QYFB0 vh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have so much grievances. But there's no point in farting them out cos service term will be over in two or three weeks. I passed SOC. But the timing was crap. And I prefer my legs more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno what I'm blogging about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I should sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-113354445519230044?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/113354445519230044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/113354445519230044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/12/up-till-now.html' title='Up till now.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-112680264747140928</id><published>2005-09-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:46:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"puuuuuuuuuuuuut"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never in my whole life of twenty years and two months less five days have I farted this much. So it calls for a celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's right. Today marks the beginning of my personal public holiday and it shall be known hereon as FartsDay or F-Day. It isn't much of a name to commemorate such an occasion I know, but, it's a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that during FartsDay you'll fart your ass off all the way to India. You can do that, if you can. But the idea is similar to a Death Anniversary. You just commemorate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll never believe how much I farted today. Even now as I type, I've farted once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all began with my first bowel trip in the morning at White Sand's toilet. I felt the first call for watery-bowel movement at 6am when I left NUS for Pasir Ris. I tahan-ed a journey of 15mins bus ride and 50mins mrt ride all the way until I reached Pasir Ris Interchange at 7.20am. But alas, it was to be that the toilet was crap. Early in the morning some more knn. So I had to walk to White Sands Shopping Centre and prayed along the way the toilet would be better. It worked and F-Day was founded since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 7 minutes I was inside, 4 minutes I was farting away. They were loud, long and sounded like beginner's violin. Really, never have I heard such rhythmic fart in my whole life of twenty years and two months less five days. Each fart lasted an average of 5 seconds, so much so that it was scary. 5 seconds each, total of 4 minutes, you do the math. Ok minus off a bit of interval. Still, it was horrible. I lao sai-ed. I have no idea why, probably the immediate switch to mainland food was the cause, since I performed guard duty the day before. Just last wednesday I was diagnosed with mild food poisoning. And now this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was in time to assemble for the stupid Army excursion, and even bought a Sausage McMuffin with Egg. The time to assemble was 7.30am, but people came late blah blah blah and we waited for dunno what for one hour. And I felt that the second wave neared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time I used the interchange's toilet successfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend offered to wait outside till I was done, but knowing myself, I was making history so I rejected his offer. True enough, 10 minutes later I came out. Exhausted from the symphony. "puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut". it was longer than you could pronounce that. I kept having a pleasant surprise when I expected the fart to end and yet it continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About 9am, we were about to move off to our chartered buses. Now why the hell did we have to assemble so early for? I could have hugged Mindy for longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's not all. Our company 2IC suddenly startled everyone with this piece of news. It wasn't our excursion timeslot and it was supposed to be at 1pm. Now now this deserves farting at right. A big commotion which I think could have evolved into a riot if not for the weather took place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Anybody has anything on this afternoon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody shot up their hand/hands. Myself included of course. Genuine case la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were told that the excursion would be cut short. Duh. Which I think didn't happen btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My PC allowed me to go off for SIA class. But i got softhearted and decided to cling on to my dear platoon. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We hung around the interchange for a good 15minutes before we decided to go Bugis. To the arcade, and sight-seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why mention all these? Cos the next wave is nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon reaching Bugis, I decided the first smart thing was to find a toilet. It was about 9.30 then. Bugis starts its crap at 10.30. So the point is that many places are either in preparation, or out of bounds. My friend and I recce-ed the whole of seiyu, only to find 7 out of 7 toilets in "washing in progess" status. and we were locked from the inside. wtf. We had to backtrack to The Edge, and take the lift back to parco's amusement centre at B1. Yes that particular toilet was one of the 7, in fact the first. Fortunately it was done up already. However the cubicles had no toilet papers. But hooray the papers were free-for-all just outside. However the paper sucked as it broke off the sections each time I pulled. MAnaged to take a bunch and that marks the 3rd wave. As usual, my friend got out of the toilet first and I was still farting away. Again a bit of lao sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing was that when I was done the arcade was operating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Played Dungeons and Dragons with another friend. It was a good experience. Been years since I played that game and completed it with one token. I spent about $2.50 this time, and caused a bit of trouble to my friend as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was 11.40 by the time we came out of the arcade, and it was time for lunch. Which I shan't comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reached pasir ris at 1pm and set off to somewhere in Changi called Changi Prison Musuem. It was the 60th anniversary, see, anniversary, of the end of war. Crap crap crap and finally we ended up at the NEwater visitor centre. We conducted our last Ulysses company water parade with NEwater. Bout 4pm we set off for Pasir Ris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sang the last Rong Shu Xia and Ai Pia Jia Eh Yia on the bus with the guide's mic. Everyone sang too. Was the only fun part of the whole damn trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally reached Pasir Ris at 4.30 and I went to Tampines to buy mooncake. Stomach was already starting to churn up the next wave by the time I was done. It was 5.30 then and I boarded the bus home. Ended up oversleeping and alighted at Bendemeer market to meet Dy for dinner. After which I rushed home to keep the cakes and rushed back to ska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes the first thing I did was to continue the last wave for the day. Another 10minutes of heaven and it was 6.50pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Training was rather dull. I was sort of under supervision to teach the orange belts. Other trainee instructors too but I seem to receive the most commentaries. Hmm what's wrong with Mr wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had supper with Dy and now i'm back home, starting this blog at 11.45pm. It's 15minutes to 1am but that doesn't mean F-Day is over. The first day is always slightly special. Because right now the next wave is coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After which i'm gonna consume last week's charcoal pills. And have a well-deserved rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a good F-Day everyone and good night, or morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yes. It's time to check my posting. Monday is nearing.....and this is probably the last post before I go back to Army life. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-112680264747140928?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112680264747140928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112680264747140928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/09/puuuuuuuuuuuuut.html' title='&quot;puuuuuuuuuuuuut&quot;'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-112645872093835681</id><published>2005-09-12T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:12:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging, yet I have no idea what to blog about. There seems to be a lot to say, but I have no idea where to begin. There are many things for me to express, but I have no idea how.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these few simple words will sum it all: I love you~&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to my beloved princess Mindy dear, my great mama where my gratitude can never be expressed fully, and my dad for his nonsensical wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running short, for exactly one week later, i will be going back to a low cast lifestyle. So I should make use of this time to sleep cos it's already 1am after My Date With a Vampire 3.&lt;br /&gt;OOooooh I love vampires. They're just sooooo cool. But modern protrayal defines them as magically cum emotionally enhanced. Either era still rock for me. I'm just so excited after watching the show. Might consider buying the VCDs. Though a friend of mine has the copied version.....hmm tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk i really gotta sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-112645872093835681?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112645872093835681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112645872093835681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/09/emotions_12.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-112609999588230780</id><published>2005-09-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:09:29.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP loh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the benefit of those, POP stands for Passing Out Parade. Yeah it's grammatically incorrect to phrase it as POP loh, but it's singlish so WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly two months, or two days less since I blogged. The days just keep increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm blogging. Probably no one's gonna notice this entry, but who cares? My blog is still for myself to remind me of my past. In fact i will be removing the past irrelevant posts, which blogger didn't bother to take count of and my total posts remains at 79 after one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I about to blog about my BMT exeperience? Yes, partially. Anyway I don't quite remember the events inside. So I will just highlight the more prominent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, field camp sucks. It's a total waste of time when I am already wasting time in NS. Seven days some more. It was made worse on the 5th/6th day when it rained. And it so happened that that fateful night we had no basha/shelter. Everyone got wet, everyone's field pack was wet and that was so irritating, and I was shivering like the handphone vibration, not sure about the others though. It totally sucked balls and all I could do was wrap myself up as much as possible with the ground sheet we slept on. This only made the collection of water around worse. And finally I remembered my trusty Gortex jacket. This is the only useful or rather powerful equipment SAF ever provides, not even a GPMG could overpower it. But when you are at fieldcamp, you get so dirty that you wish you didn't have to change. I didn't, for four days. That was the day everyone had to shower and change up. I wore one set of uniform, socks and underwear straight but unfortunately they had to spoil the fun. I dunno what is it with the rest but they complained so much. We are already in an environment where you are bound to get muddy and such. What's their problem anyway. I don't change yet I have lesser hygiene problems than them. We are already in the ARMY dudes. Oh yeah, don't you even think of your mother? How would she be able to take this mess? Unfortunately my barang barang got wet due to the rain so I had to wash those in the end. Others washed a doubled amount of mine. I also taught the platoon how to sing Ai Pia Jia Eh Yia and Rong Shu Xia cos I sang it during the march. It was rather difficult cos my platoon was multiracial. But they managed and I was happy cos they see my happy and serious face so they put in effort to learn. Yay. Other than that, field camp was lectures and practise of drills which were not that fun. We fired a hell lot of blanks though. That was probably the most enjoyable part. On the 5th night, we moved to a new camping location full of sharp grasses and were made to believe that our actual destination was taken by another company. It was 8+pm then and we were supposed to sleep. We expected something to happen, and there was a Turn Out. During a Turn Out, you will hear lots of explosions and firings and see white lights and smoke almost everywhere. It felt like a discotheque somehow. It simulates a sudden attack by the enemy and we were supposed to run away, wtf. Anyway I was half asleep and I carried on sleeping and refused to budge until a point when I realise everyone is starting to pack up and save their asses that this exercise was real. We got fucked quite badly due to our poor responses and one platoon had to run with SBO plus holding field pack above their heads like kacang putih sellers, and another did leopard crawl with FBO. It was a saddening sight for me to see my platoon mate getting punished. He left without his field pack and my platoon sergeant emptied everything inside and threw the items everywhere and gave him one minute to re pack, otherwise he would have to serve a confinement. We could just stand there and watch, imagine the helplessness of him and ourselves. On the last day we had to dig our shellscrape and a Section Fire Trench. It was also a stupid and pointless activity considering the modern technology of bulldozers and such. We wer esupposed to sleep in our own shellscrape, like that is any more fun or comfortable. It's actual purpose is used as a cover for firing purposes. Anyway i was the first in the company to finish, but I was lucky cos the soil was good. My Section was the first to complete the fire trench. I was rather impressed by the solid structure but thought it stupid we had to dig it ourselves. Will we have time for this during War? It wasn't a really memorable field camp, but I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best things were Live firing. Though the event took a whole day and we were tired, it was fun to fire live rounds. I scored 29/32, making me a basic marksman. Missed one day firing, and two night firing. 30 was the company highest. Then the more recent one was Live handgrenade throw. Although we couldnt see the actual explosion, it was fun to just feel the impact and hear the sound effect. The drill of preparing the grenade was rather fun as well. And the Officer kept talking cock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Obstacle Course was shiok, though very exhuasting. We had to run with rifle and SBO. And running with a helmet is never a good thing because it is stupid and it made us stupid. I completed the run in 8:31 mins. Better than the sergeants haha. In fact quite a number ran below 9mins. The fastest was 7:55. But after the chionging we all felt very good and accomplished. So we practised songs for out graduation. However, a platoon mate lost his bayonet during the course. In the army, not taking care of your weapon is a very serious offence, one that could lead to being Charged. Punishments ranging from anything to going inside the Detention Barracks, which is the army jail. Fortunately somebody else recovered it otherwise nobody knows what will happen to the poor fellow. The stupid thing is that since we have been made to swear upon the weapons and they are entrusted to us, why is the army sticking their nose into our asses? It's our weapon leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started this post on the 7th. Today is the 9th. I forgot a large part of what I wanted to blog about. And I was clearing up unwanted posts in my archive, so the posts might seem strange now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now for IPPT. Which is the commoner's NAPFA except that the 2.4km standard is much higher. Training for this was plain mundanness. It is part of our training syllabus and is alternated everyday or so. Includes Strength Training (ST), Ability Group Running (AGR), and Intervals as I call it. For 9 weeks, 6 would consist of the three syllabus everyday. Each day will be a different training, whatever it is, they are boring. However, they have built up my willpower and that, I sincerely appreciate it. I have never ran 2.4km with such enthusiasm before. I kept a constant half sprint speed, and sprinted the last 100+m. Could have sprinted more, but didn't know the route. It felt good, and though my timing was 10:12, I was satisfied with my performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would also comment on the route march. It think it is bloody pointless to carry so many things and walk such a long distance. I understand that the exercise is to bond the platoon by encouragement and motivation and such, but wth goes to war with such a heavy field pack, a rifle, a helmet and SBO? Take the Tunnel la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Overall the BMT experience was pleasurable if not enjoyable. Anyway Army is still a waste of time but if we were to have a positive mindset, we will pull through the 2 years without sweat. Already my batch of soldiers are leading a much better army life, there is no reason for us to complain. I am rather disappointed by the naiveness of some, and motivated by others. I missed the opportunity to become the platoon best, by votes and agreement among the commanders, but lost to the other nominees by scores. Scores are calculated through performances like IPPT, SIT test etc. My SIT test was 70+, lowest among the 3 other nominees, with an average of 80+. It was a good experience, we were gentlemen and congratulated the Pu Boh, no, Platoon Best, and consoled each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's true what they say, You Reap What You Sow. I missed 3 or 4 chances to get Off Days. One was my IPPT. One day off for Gold. Missed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One was SOC. Below 8:30mins one day off. Missed by 2 seconds wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Live range. Best shot gets one day off. I missed it by 2 points. Nevertheless i'm still a marksman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Platoon Best. One day off as well. Missed it by that little bit of score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, Drill Competition. My squad came in third and we were supposed to get a reward of longer weekend plus one day off. Dunno what happened to the day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I shouldn't complain so much. I feel I am quite lucky. The commanders know me, the platoon like me. I was given many opportunities to perform. And I made many friends along the way. Nevermind that Army sucks, we can find our own entertainment. On the day of POP before I boarded the fastcraft, I felt a pang of unwillingness to leave. Besides, after BMT itll be hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-112609999588230780?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112609999588230780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112609999588230780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/09/pop-loh.html' title='POP loh~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-112078793056492954</id><published>2005-07-08T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:58:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is the day for me so many people refer to as 'Boys becoming Man'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't see what the hell has the Army got really anything to do with that, but anyway i'm going in and I can't wait for it to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna miss so many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't bear to leave my darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I worry for my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly 4 1/2 hrs more I will be shaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't bear my hair either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People out there take care too and enjoy your commoner's life. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks dear for making the effort to spend time with me. It can never be enough, but, I cannot be selfish though I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dunno what to write already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to have breadfirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bubbye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-112078793056492954?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112078793056492954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112078793056492954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-basics.html' title='Back To Basics'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-112005572125071385</id><published>2005-06-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:35:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to blog this down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dy I love you so much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for taking care of me. Words can never express my gratitude and love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm well now! Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-112005572125071385?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112005572125071385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/112005572125071385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-have-to-blog-this-down.html' title='I just have to blog this down'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111988725302339042</id><published>2005-06-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:47:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been long since I last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it has to be when i'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn it I hate getting sick. Everytime I get sick, it's something rather serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will I get dengue fever again?!?! It'll be the 3rd time now if I do. Every six months I get dengue fever, and there's only supposed to be 4 strands of the virus. I'm about to get the 3rd I think. Will I get the 4th strand six months later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel sick. And frightened, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why is my body so weak.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111988725302339042?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111988725302339042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111988725302339042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111816241564279986</id><published>2005-06-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:40:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update, lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well since i'm gonna update my links, I might as well blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After hibernating, no, strengthening the bond with my lazy bone for some time, I am here to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy? Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No? Screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly one month from now, which is 8th of July 2005, at 2 (or is it 230) pm, my head will be shaven. I think I will cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not crying because it'll be a lifelong journey, but rather because my current set lovely hair will be gone, forever. Hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K, why lifelong journey? Cos i've applied for a career as an SAF pilot. It's gonna be a tough journey and there will be sacrifices to be made. I hope I can get into the air force and I will work very hard for it. In fact i'll be going for a Computerised Test later at 12pm. I have no idea what the test will be about and until now then I realised I could have called up and ask. Haha shit. Talk about working hard. I guess the test will be mainly on aptitude. I will and must do well in it. If I fail, though it's not the end of my world, it'll be even tougher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will be reading up a little on the air force after I bathe. Haha. Just got back from Mindy's place after Karate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still very busy with karate. It's Ichi Ni San Shi for me everytime i'm there. Getting a little sick of it to be frank. Not much chance to train under sensei Robert. And he'll be going off to ShenZheng to work soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking about Mindy's place. Has anyone ever experienced a U-turn in a public bus before? I just did about an hour ago. Haha there was a road block due to heavy vehicles moving and the bus had to detour to service 147's route. The u-turn was cool. I mean, it's seems like nothing much but it's actually quite a nice feeling. Haha. You don't get to even see that everytime, much less be in the bus. After the u-turn, the bus followed 147's route and finally continued onto the normal 133 route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many things happened, good and bad. Mainly good. The best thing that happens and will ever happen is Mindy. I love you dear. Very (times one million also not enough) much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111816241564279986?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111816241564279986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111816241564279986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-update-lah.html' title='Finally an update, lah'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111626070342978709</id><published>2005-05-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:48:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omfg i've been so fucking lazy that I could have just stopped myself from typing this blog and go watch a few more series of 'Zhong Yi Zui Ai Xian'. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I bought it this evening for $29. Original price was $32.90 but I didn't have to open my mouth for a bargain. Still wondering if 29 was a moderate price.....but 10 discs for $29 is already&lt;br /&gt;value-for-money enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main blog is not this. It's about a fermented-beancurd-eating-on-sunday-afternoon-with-mindy-and-her-relatives-experience.&lt;br /&gt;Right after our smelly meal. One old man on a bicycle pillioning a load ran up to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Lao Siong Bang Mang Yi Xia Lao Ren. Po Piah $2 Liang Ge."&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite taken aback by his sudden appearance inches away from my nose as I turned around to look at which poor old fellow is it that needed the daily dosage of foolish victims' monetary.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that day I was foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Too profound? Nevermind you fools.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself one question:&lt;br /&gt;"should I reject that old man's seemingly delicious popiah costing probably 20c and risk the possibility of damaging my image in front of mindy's mom and aunt and her husband along with four little cute kids?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"should I be a good man (which in actual fact I am) and in front of the abovementioned VIP show them the compassionate side of me by donating $2 for 40c worth of popiah?"&lt;br /&gt;I decided I was still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And took out a $10 note for the two popiah.&lt;br /&gt;That fucker didn't have or rather didn't bother to look for a $1 coin and shortchanged me. I got back $7 and one more popiah. How agressive.&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCB.&lt;br /&gt;Again, to save myself from portraying the not-so-compassionate but the tui-bi-san-chi self, I didn't give in much of a fight. In fact it was mindy's aunt who exploded, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;He sped off without another word.&lt;br /&gt;I was, in fact, dumbfounded and stupified.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be helpful but cheat me of $1.&lt;br /&gt;$1 is very important to me. Could have bought 5 packets of tissue to blow my runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still affected by this incident though i thought I've gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;What's the bloody world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think actually it lies with my problem of saving face. It's a rather catch-22 situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would you do if you were in my shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shortly after that Mindy and I saw a cowardly dog being fended off by a cat. Probably a female one. The dog wanted to have sex, no, have it's teeth into the cat, but backed off at the last moment. The cat showed no fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should have been like the cat. And I like cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blogger sucks cos part of what I typed dissappeared for no apparent reason and I can't remember what I typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111626070342978709?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111626070342978709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111626070342978709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/05/eh-hi.html' title='Eh hi'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111410677532884015</id><published>2005-04-22T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T02:06:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's one of Bee Gee's songs. A very nice one too. Though slightly old-fashioned, especially the MTV, it's a rather meaningful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't Forget, to Remember. Four words to describe something which may happen to everyone in everyday life. Genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which leads to myself. I'm still suffering from loss of memory. Apparently it is not called amnesia. I've learnt it in OOAD before, again. Something dunno what 7sec memory or what. And yes I've forgotten what is it. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom says it's largely due to my late-nights. Although I do agree with her, does the fact that I wake up late in the morning neutralize the effect? Also she said because I have too much to think, which I also believe,  that I have no extra storage for other things. I need a 1GB memory stick.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, I think it's time I reflect upon myself. Recently, I have been doing things that are irresponsible. Like for example, just Monday ska organised another bbq to celebrate the success of SIA's demonstration. Hell I think my body contained more alcohol than saliva. But that's not the point. I promised someone to stay overnight and clear up the place the next morning. How was I to do that when I had only two hours of sleep from 5.30am and still drowsy when woken? So I only washed what's there to wash, including the tables and floor. And I left them to dry there and went home. Thinking back, I should have just carried the tables back to the dojo and the utensils back to the kitchen. I didn't keep my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next, I haven't been punctual. Many a times I've made people waited for me for 5 to 10 minutes when I could have been early. It's a bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Small things like these might seem unharmful. But the saying goes, "sedikit sedikit, lama lama jhati bukit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus, I shall go to bed now and think about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111410677532884015?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111410677532884015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111410677532884015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-forget-to-remember.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Remember'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111314773883830449</id><published>2005-04-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:42:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's right, I didn't keep my promise. Hmm but in any case I didn't really make a promise either. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway the week's almost over. Treat this as this week's blog la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really becoming lazy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh i'm feeling aches all over. Well not really all over. But it's spread out here and there such that it feels like the aches' are all over. So I think it's all over. But then again I can list out the aching parts, which are but a handful. So it's not really all over. Yet it's so irritating that I feel as though i'm aching all over. But it's not really all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See la I made an effort to blog longer and amuse myself and my imaginary friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo friends~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eh hi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Amused yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway tomolo's gonna be such a fun day cos Minnnnnnnnndy and I will be having a sushi BUFFET!!!!!!!!!! 3pm - 6pm. Omg omg. Imagine how much poorer can two pigs make a restaurant. hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only thing is I have to wake up early for extra SIA class. They're rehearsing for a combined Cabin Crew Martial Arts Circle demonstration. Wow.....??? Not really. Many of them do have good enough basics yet. They look so cartoon applying the techniques. And because of them I have to be thrown here and there so many times in spite of my groin injury. Not that i'm hurt, in fact it's fun to be thrown (properly), but I pay $35 every month and I still have to be thrown instead of throwing people. There was once this girl really do until so steady that I didn't know what she actually did and the next time I knew I landed. "Pom" Slightly concussed. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh. But do I actually have to go tomolo? Instruction was ambiguous leh. How, Mr Wong? Go lah, hor? Then can see the girls sleepy sleepy. ahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okok so I did blog this week. Hurray~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time for bed now. Bubbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111314773883830449?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111314773883830449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111314773883830449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/04/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-111254567999268306</id><published>2005-04-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:27:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-enlistment</title><content type='html'>Wtf man. Last update was 19th February!&lt;br /&gt;Screw Leonard Loo &amp; Co. #&amp;amp;RB#QFYU)#YVqnuf0qgf&lt;br /&gt;Because of them I have nothing/notime/noenergy/nomood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I also became relatively stupid. )*(@YF*(YW#F(H&lt;br /&gt;My amnesia's becoming worse. Everything is going down. My training. My performance in different areas.&lt;br /&gt;I just suffered a bad pull on my groin joint. Such that it contributes to my downgrading training and performance and I can't jog to rid my belly of excess roundness. #*W YQ)@*YFB&lt;br /&gt;I've also gone through some experience in life which makes me more aware of what I want in life. But at the same time I'm confused also.&lt;br /&gt;Am I just trying to salvage the situation which probably has no good ending to both parties, whether it's resolved to my advantage or the other party's?&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling so tired and weary. I seldom say weary so I guess I must be really aging too quickly. Not sure if there's any linkage but WTH.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there are certainly happier things!&lt;br /&gt;Like i'm having pre-enlisment holiday now. Though it's largely occupied by teaching karate. At least i'm quite happy doing that. Though i dun earn much. The SIA girls are enough to keep my interest there. I'm beginning to appreciate them. And the guys. Gosh, they drink like they are hippos. Sensei Jeya's famous standard of drinking liquor like mineral water might just be enough to fight hand-in-hand.&lt;br /&gt;We just held a bbq party for vicky on saturday. He'll be enlisting on friday, 8th april. My my that's so quick it's frightening. Soon it'll be my turn. After which, it's the time of our lives that real responsibility comes in. In fact, i just checked my enlistment date: between june to november. wtf. need to call up sometime. But just as well I had intended to rest for about 2 months. But come to think of it I havent really rested. Thus, more amnesia. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;The bbq was great. As in the company. the food wasn't really nice since some smart alec marinated it with dunno what. My instincts were correct the moment I saw him pounding the pork chop. And did he look like he was a professional from the way he pour and sprinkled the seasonings onto the chicken wings! Hai. But hey, it's the effort lah, i'm just joking. Some more he sponspored all the food! 3 cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on any further, I would like to mention that i am officially a member of ska's management sub-committee: the maintenance committee. Hahaha wtf i had a good laugh the moment told me about this. The members are all bloody drinkers. But when we work, we really work, with a little help of beer. Every monday is the official day for our committee's meeting. So far, we've been misusing the meaning of meeting for umpteen times.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the bbq. We had a total of about &gt;3 times of meeting that night. Each time consuming 2 or more packs of liquor. Nahbeh drink until Luan 7 8 Zhao.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby propose another toast to vicky again. Hope he takes care of himself inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again sometime next week. No promises. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-111254567999268306?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111254567999268306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/111254567999268306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/04/pre-enlistment.html' title='Pre-enlistment'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110804926489634464</id><published>2005-02-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:27:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Ni Ma De Da Cai~!!!!! Ok sorry. I wish everyone particularly the Chinese population a very wealthy and healthy year. Xing Nian Xing Xi Wang~ Wang everyone collect many many Ang Baos and donate some to me if there's just too many. Yeah. Donate to me and you will enjoy good luck throughout this Cock year. Come come.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha it's almost over le. At least the PH part. So fast sia, don't even feel like it's CNY la. And then I was rather looking forward to it. But seems like there's nothing special this year. Except Mindy. But you're not a thing. Boo~ There wasn't even any gambling. Hopefully on Saturday when they come over it'll be more lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it clashes with Ska's open house. Hmmm how leh. Maybe just go there water plants sweep floor prepare stuffs get myself dirty and smelly then go home and play host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then tomolo start work le.....So bloody sian. I don't want to see the two big Fuck's faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least I get to blog. I miss blogging. Well not so since I don't really have much to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Constantine was nice. Maybe not spectecular but good enough. There's quite a lot of nice shows recently. Didn't get to watch Elektra. Planning to watch Seoul Raiders. Waiting for Hide and Seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$_$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ang bao harvestation this year was rather good. Gonna bank in all the money. Save them for Valentine's Day. Hehhe. What shall I do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year la~! Enjoy the weekends and after that continue to be a Chicken/Cock already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110804926489634464?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110804926489634464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110804926489634464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year~!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110485271065059961</id><published>2005-01-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:31:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday Hui~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is an important day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the birthday of a very very important friend. And I ought to be slapped for forgetting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so sorry to have forgotten your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No excuse is excuse enough to excuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I was too caught up with this lah, that lah. Ok lah I gave excuses, but hey.....forgive me lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This song is specially dedicated to you ah Hui~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should have registered a music player long ago.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No sound lah, but just imagine that it's sung by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Shuhui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope the day was fun for you. Give you a belated treat another day k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110485271065059961?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110485271065059961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110485271065059961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-20th-birthday-hui.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday Hui~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110458524289411998</id><published>2005-01-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:14:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year to all~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope this year brings many pleasant surprises to everyone. Most importantly, may everyone stay healthy and happy! And become more rich too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2004 has been a fun and interesting year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully this year will be the same, if not better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though half of it will be spent in camp.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes. This is the year I serve my country Singapore. This is the year I begin to spend 2 years in a different environment and enjoy the company of strangers. This is the year I learn more about life, back to basics. This is the year I enlist into National Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sucks totally, but i'm rather looking forward to ORD alraedy hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K. I welcomed this new year in a different manner yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn't that interested in the countdown actually, much less join my sec sch classmates for a trip down to Sentosa, a place I didn't like to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But before the pleasant part, on the morning of new year's eve, I was working. And I fumbled a task. Didn't get anything completed at all, leaving me with some cases to be handed in on Monday. Hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since it was a half-day work, I decided to go to OG to buy cards for my friends. But looking around, I don't see any card that expresses much of their love for the new year. In the end I spent most of the time looking at toys. But I had already decided what to buy instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I left Chinatown and came back to Bendemeer for lunch. I ordered a Teh-O, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; Bei. Yes the same shit happened and the auntie reconfirmed the order: "Teh-O Peng ah." "No, Teh-O 1 Bei." The auntie came back with Teh-O Peng. And it tasted YUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After lunch I went home intending to take a good bloody nap, but ended up playing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost making me late for dinner at SKA. All of us of SKA waited and waited, and suddenly the organiser comes to us and says Bye. No food and then he's the one to inform people, but he's the first to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I left for PS at 8 to meet my sec sch classmates for DINNER. Bummer. I bought sparkling juice for the lads to consume at sentosa. And guess what 95% of them are late. I was hungry by then lor. So inconsiderate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After dinner I went to buy a chicken, cold, and three bottles of juices. :o) healthy substitute for beer yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent the last night of 2004 at the Esplanade's far end, better known as River Ang Bao with Mindy and her friend. I actually wrote my new year resolution! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will make it a point to fulfil them as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides this, we were just relaxing by the shore, enjoying the sea breeze which turned too cold as time went by. At about 4+ we left to find fooooood. hahah. Ended up in Rezki since it's the only 24hr eatery I know of. We walked all the way from the river to the prata shop eh. By then was already 6+ and so tired and smelly. Didn't have much mood to enjoy the food, so I left quite some portion untouched. Waste money.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, we went back to SKA, for a light nap! Haha cos will be meeting other friends at 11+am. But end up I only slept for an hour and was just lazing on the furnitures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This outing was the worst ah. Supposed to meet at 11.30, but later changed to 11.45. I reached the meeting place a 11.50 and no one was even there. And the organiser was making her hair or something. Until 12 something then they arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to PS for food. Wth. Almost had LJS again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then from there we went to Marina South. Lousy weather dunno fly what kite also. Spent most of the time in the arcade instead till 3+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went to Mindy's uncle's place for food again. Food food food food food glorious food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until 6+ then we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My eyes were trying to shut by then already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've bathed, my hair is almost dried, I fell asleep twice while doing this blog, which is why the content is so bland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damn it dun waste time already. Sleep!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New year Lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110458524289411998?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110458524289411998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110458524289411998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005.html' title='2005!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110432806538639824</id><published>2004-12-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:47:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the World.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I intended to play game but while digging my nose while waiting for the game to load I decided that the constant itch on my ass will disrupt my gameplay so instead I'm writing a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Try reading that without pausing. The wonders of commas.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that's the not cause of the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The end of the world?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I believe in that. And all the events are making me more convinced that EOTW will be here very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel very sorry for the tsunami victims. The current death toll has reached &gt;60000 and it is believed to reach about 100000, equalising a fatal earthquake about 1000+ years ago. And this time was a 9.0 scale earthquake. Singapore is a really lucky small country. Now everyone knows what the little red dot on the map means. Mahatir u suck ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see, this is the Water disaster. The Earth disaster is taking place since 9/11. Fire disasters are going on every now and then, but I think there was a very devastating one recently? Can't remember. Hmmm the economy crisis is still happening. Now left the 'Wood' catastrophe? Haha i'm thinking too much. But it's too much of a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K i was very blur at work today. Hahaha too many offs are not that good eh. Come back only so many things to do and haven't done. So stressful and disorientated and disorganised and dis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Such that I fell asleep at 4pm. For a SHORT while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok actually now i'm now yahoo pool so my concentration has been diverted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha i'm out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110432806538639824?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110432806538639824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110432806538639824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/12/end-of-world.html' title='The End of the World.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110407897113006728</id><published>2004-12-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:36:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 2005.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really want to do a countdown, so let's just skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess it's time to update about the happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I didn't post Christmas-related pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I didn't celebrate Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday 23/12/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was an exciting day for me. Though work was rather tough, and it always happens that more work comes in when the day is about to end. The company was 'released' 1 hr earlier to have a farewell dinner for 2 of my colleagues at some Fish and Oysters (?) restuarant opposite clarke quay mrt station. The food sucked, Fish and Co's much better. But it was free anyway so I had 3 glasses of beer as well. After which I rushed home, got changed, took my stuffs and went to ska smelling like beer. I taught. And training was rather fun though I went easy. And then, we're off to chalet, but I had another can of beer along the way. Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We reached downtown east at about 10.30pm, and while the rest were busy queueing up to pay the entrance fees, i noticed the side gate was open, and walked right through it saving a precious dollar. Ska members took over the bbqing from Mindy's relatives, and that would be our dinner as well. It was fun. And I had two plastic cups of Vodka and a red wine. The food was rather good, but the company was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 3am, I vomitted. All the food came off mercilessly. And following was blood, fresh gushes of blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought: "Shit i'm vomitting blood." And I recalled that the windpipe must have got some abrasions from the vomitting. But it wasn't that simple. Quite a lot of blood followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 5am, my senior drove me to Changi General Hospital's A&amp;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was shivering from dehydration as I waited for the registration procedures to be completed. The nurse called, asked my condition and type jargon into the computer and I was to wait for a doctor to call me again. So he called. I was asked the same questions, and apart from that I received an anal probe. Yeah. That's the price to pay for getting myself in ugly shape. My senior and another fellow karateka was giggling away. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes did I mention that I was on wheelchair all the while? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got wheeled up to my ward after more procedures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Class B1 Ward dunno what Bed dunno what. Air-conditioned, 4-person room. Got TV, but it doesn't work. I was supposed to be in Class C, but the wards were full, so I got to stay in B for free until there's room in C. Nothing to be proud of anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday 24/12/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's already Christmas Eve, and I haven't been checked on. At about 10am, I got another anal probe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Mr Wong called. He sounded so anxious, omg what have i done. Ska ppl started coming to see me. But I felt tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Complications started when I couldn't get my parents to sign the consent for my scope. I had so badly wanted the scope to be over and done with asap, but i couldn't get them. Good thing the hospital was kind enough to allow my brother to sign the consent in place of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 2pm, I was transported in my bed to the.....operating theatre? I felt like a fucking real patient. In the OT, I was told to drink a solution which was the anaesthetic and another doctor sprayed another anaesthetic in my throat and it felt numb very quickly. Soon I was told to turn sideways, but no more anal probes. The doctors covered my eyes and soon the scope was brought out. It went down into my throat without my knowing and approval. All I could remember of the scope was hearing them saying: "Don't swallow, don't swallow." I reckon I must have interrupted the passage of the scope, so I tried hard not to swallow my saliva. But it was difficult cos I began to lose control of my senses. I remember one more scope going down my throat, and if i'm not wrong, there were a total of 3. Last thing I remember was I burped and gagged a lot and probably vomitted again cos i think i saw some substance coming out of my mouth and then they were wiping my mouth and I was knocked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up at about 4pm to see my brother still sitting beside my bed. Told him to get back to work. And I probably fell asleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up to see my father beside me. And it was almost time to change back to my original ward. So I did, but my father decided to put me in Class B2 instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About 1 hour later, I was wheeled to Ward 49 Bed 12A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My condition was: too forceful vomitting, resulting in a tear in my oesophagus, causing the bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The solution: Clipping up the wound using the scope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime at 7+ I asked my father to go back. And I fell asleep once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Throughout the night I was woken up constantly for medicine, injections, blood pressure, temperature taking. My Christmas Eve was spent just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday 25/12/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I could go home. I wanted to celebrate Christmas badly, and at night was my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I had to stay another day for observation. The doctors are good at lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This day I spent in bed resting my ass more than any others in my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime in the afternoon my relatives and parents came from the tea ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then my drip was off and I could have soft diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the repremandings and rantings, they all left, and I went back to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5pm, the ska people came. They bought me a very nice card, shirt and perfume. Haha. Also a box of 6 bars of Cadbury chocolates. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked for sometime and they left at around 7 for a movie. boo hoo hoo I was to be alone during Christmas. I bathed and did a lot of reading and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kept waking up every two hours cos I was too excited about my discharge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today 26/12/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up rather early to bathe and read. And walked around the hospital. I had two eggs and two toasts and a coffee for breadfirst costing me $2.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah the patient's food sucks so bad that they are probably worse than NS food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally received news that I can be discharged by two pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents arrived, my brother followed up, and finally the nurse removed the needle in my arm and the stupid patient tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was a normal person once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came home to do some admin stuffs, and then watched Sammo Hung's Gui Da Gui. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I went to Ska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I apologised to Mr. Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made everyone who knew worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised my folly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought food for everyone who trained today. And all of us had a long talk till 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went home, had dinner, took half my medicine, missed my Da Ge Da show, and am typing this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to bathe and shit already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas wasn't that bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I repent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I shall not drink for a time at least until CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Merry belated Christmas, and Happy New Year to all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110407897113006728?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110407897113006728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110407897113006728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/12/countdown-to-2005.html' title='Countdown to 2005.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110372694443966342</id><published>2004-12-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:06:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos galore~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As promised. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alvin and Minli's birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No i'm really not singing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm we look rather alike here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SKA's 40th DND~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bunkai? or Dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Freekick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, 'dances that aren't really dances'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zahra and 'Un-warmed-up' Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i'm warmed up. But I look strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wtf is this photo doing in my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/1425/320/me50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At Sabah tournament. Oh i'm a happy man, just look at the teeth.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Doing this gives me an inspiration to post pictures relating to Christmas as a present to everyone. Hmm in case I don't do it, just make do with this current post lah. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all! Enjoy the holidays~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110372694443966342?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110372694443966342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110372694443966342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/12/photos-galore.html' title='Photos galore~!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110347787505323434</id><published>2004-12-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:37:55.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is near~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wheee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahaha dunno why i'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can feel the holiday feel in the aaaaaaaaairrr today when I went to Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though it took me 45mins to wait for a damn bus 65 and I had wanted to give up and go home and also I had no bus to take back and had to walk from orchard road down to dhoby gaut mrt and that made me perspire like a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy I was glad that I went down to Orchard today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I didn't manage to get the colour of the shirt I wanted, there was another light blue one that caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy was I glad that I went down to Orchard today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'm so happy because, it's Christmas! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt the holiday spirit today while walking along the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone was in shopping and holidaying mood and then there were very nice performances all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Especially the one where a boy aged 3 or so (!!!!!) was entertaining all of us with drums! Omg he had good rythm and tempo and he was so cute cos some parts he got distracted by a floating balloon and he forgot all about playing the drums. And his older brother was even better. Was playing almost like a real professional. And they're all so young. hahaha even I haven't touched a real drum set before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, there were the pretty girls all around.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno how to describe the feeling inside me, but i'm just very happy, even though I was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I doubt that Christmas itself will be so enjoyable. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm quite a lot has happened recently. But I was too tired to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm looking forward to Christmas Eve, where I'll be spending it ALONE. boo hoo hoo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha it's late and I need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night and Merry Christmas to all in advance! Enjoy the holidays~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110347787505323434?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110347787505323434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110347787505323434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-is-near.html' title='Christmas is near~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110266481389910250</id><published>2004-12-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:46:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back~!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually it's almost a week since I came back to Singapore. Been too busy and tired to even log on to the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But today, I'm on MC! hahaha. Shall explain why later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's too many things to update and blog about, and many others that I've already clean forgotten. I'll try to keep it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First and foremost, the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my previous post, I mentioned that I hope for a smooth flight. It didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The flight from Singapore to Kuching was fine, and the fish served with potatoes tasted fine too. But my ears were jammed by the air pressure and hurted a lot. When we touched down at Kuching for a transit to Kota Kinabalu, my ears cleared a little. But what the heck just clear only have to board the plane and get them blocked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The transit flight was terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some reasons which until now I have no idea what about, the flight was delayed for 45mins, after we boarded it. Shit. Good thing it hadn't taken off yet. After the delay we finally left for KK, and I experienced the worst landing in the whole trip. Apparently the runway was a little too dark for the pilot. The whole plane bounced on the ground and the whole place shook. I thought that was it, haven't even see the enemy I die already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabah is quite like Singapore. It's slightly less advanced than us, in terms of technology and the system of doing things, but other than that, nothing much differs. But it's quite disadvantegeous if you didn't know Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a good time in the hotel pillow-fighting and playing cards and the only regret was, no beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tournament? A bad experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kata, I fumbled. Yes Siti, I got so nervous that I couldn't get good stances. I probably chose the wrong pattern as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kumite, I fought like a dog, but I couldn't get any points. I dunno who to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was very upset with my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the kids did very well, 90% claimed bronze medals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the Iranians were very good. Even the Japanese had a tough time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Overall, it was still a good experience as I think I know what to improve on. But I probably won't have another chance to fight overseas, or even prestigious tournaments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Monday we left for Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, the second flight was shitty. We encountered rough weather and the plane was shaking here and there in mid-air, and I lost a kit kat from the lunchbox because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to Singapore, settled some admin stuffs, and went back home to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only bought the tournament t-shirts for myself, and nothing else. Oh yes I also bought tissue, haha $1+ ringgit only. I think there were a total of 12 packets of tissue. How cheap. Besides that, there really wasn't anything nice to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday, attachment starts for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So boring, but first day arleady got many things to do. Coudln't really understand wtf the boss talking. And my work revolves mainly around typing and amending letters, reports, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It sucks, but the boss is a nice guy. We are allowed to use the gym and swimming pool and we have a free coffeemaker. haha. Well after work, it was back to Karate. It feels good to train again after resting my joints and muscles. I was really tired and sleepy by the time I wanted to watch Wo Cai. So I went to bed after watching half of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday is the same routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing I have two friends to accompany me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday was the day I was looking forward to! It's Ska's 40th anniversary dinner and dance! yeah man this year's dinner was great! I totally enjoyed myself. It was held at Stamford Ballroom. The ballroom was nicely designed, and the food was goooooooood. I received two awards, one appreciation award, and the other, now one of the most important things in my life, my shodan certificate. I felt like a star yesterday. Cos I kept going up the stage. Even for the games, I was picked by the emcee to be a horse called 'Hot Stuff'. whahaha. Two other friends were picked as well, and the objective of the game is to reach the other end of the dancefloor first. The emcee would walk around the ballroom letting people choose one out of three eggs which had our 'names' on it. Hot Shot was really Hot and I claimed victory thanks to the guests. Before the game started the guests were invited to give their names to the horse which they felt would win the race. I received quite a lot of votes, and I would drop their names into a bin for a lucky draw after the race if I won. So I did, and I was to pick 5 lucky winners to received prizes. Coincidentally 4 out of 5 were girls from the same table. And then I was told present the prizes to them. Hahaha really felt like a VIP sia. And then after that I was to give 4 numbers to everyone because I'm a lucky horse. 0781. Go buy it. $10 Big $120 small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ate quite a lot, and drank not too much. But this year I danced, ahahhah. With many people doing many different kinds of dance which weren't really dances. It was very fun. After the dinner we went back to Ska for more drinks and Karaoke! hahahaaha. I was so tired that I didn't know what time I slept. Should be sometime around 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And today, I took mc! hahaha. Costed $12.20 for it, but nvm lah since I am genuinely ill. Feels so good to be home now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh took a lot of weird photos. ehehe. This will be a day I will never forget.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110266481389910250?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110266481389910250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110266481389910250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back~!!!!!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110131890854209586</id><published>2004-11-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:55:08.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stupid day for a stupid boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a goon today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so stupid I should have just shot myself to death. But I do not have a gun. See how stupid I am? However, I do have a battery-operated mp5 lookalike, which has a retracting barrel and cool sound and light and power. Takes up a lot of battery though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so stupid today because I wasted so much money on transport fees unnecessarily. Damn it I just topped up my Ez-link card recently and now it's left with about $4+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it all went like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning, after taking a slightly earlier off from training, I was planning the route for my activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I needed to do today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. cut, or rather trim my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. have my breadfirst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. go for massage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. meet Vickydakaratekid to pass him things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. go home and RESSSST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After cycling off from Ska, I reached the hair salon. There were many people inside, so I went for my breadfirst first. Now that I think of it, it is also a minor wasted transportation time. How stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After eating, I went to cut my hair. The girl talked cock to me quite a bit and my haircutting was interuppted by some BSS girls who wanted to bring their own dyes to dye their hair and asking about the price for it. I sat like an idoit doing nothing useful except looking at my godly face and cursing their bitchiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not quite happy with my haircut today. Looks.....dunno, weird, though it's just shortening the length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I went home, vacuumed the floor, bathed, and took my own sweet time walking to the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My appointment for the massage was supposed to be 2.45pm, but when I was having breadfirst, the masseur changed it to 3.15pm, and when I was having a haircut she changed it to 2.30pm. So being rather early and confused, I just strolled peacefully to Boon Keng mrt. And I had to perspire. What the fuck. As if the morning session didn't get me drenched enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally boarded the train and alighted at Kovan station. Only to realise when I reached the bus stop that it was already 2.25pm. Sucks man all the while I thought I was still early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing it was only a 3-stop bus ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally got down to massaging. Man this was the most painful session ever. Told her my left leg is in bad shape. Of course she could tell lah, but my intention was to get her to scrub it hard. And she did. And I almost couldn't take the pain. The veins, the muscles, the bruises, oh, so painful. It's still reddish until now. And hurts bad. But it's much more relaxed now. And because of this, my right leg got neglected. And now I feel like Humpty Dumpty. And other joints still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright! What do I have left to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's right kids! Pass Vickywajeet a VCD and then go home and become a pig! Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So V was supposed to be at Hougang Point coffee bean. And I had no idea how to go there from upper serangoon shopping centre. He told me to take any bus to Hougang Interchange and then change to bus 72.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the act-clever me thought that Hougang Interchange was at heartland mall. So I, wanting to save some transport fees, walked there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't find any interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems as though I can't recall where the fuck the interchange was. I think it got demolished. But i'm sure there used to be an interchange there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end I spent about half an hour walking around and looking at stuffs of the Pasar Malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I called V and told him of my despair. He told me to take 112 instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I was uncertain. The stupid route directory shows it going to Hougang Interchange on both sides. So I took side A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15 minutes and $1+ later, I passed by side B which was opposite A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10 minutes later, I still wasn't getting anywhere familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing I saw bus 147 along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I alighted at Punggol Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then it was already 4.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got anxious and called V and smsed V and called V again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally he replied and told me to take 147 on the side of the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few stops later, I was at Hougang Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not his fault. I'm stupid not to ask the drivers. Come to think of it, I think I saw 5 different drivers today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to head home instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought some bread, and took the NEL, AHA! now i'm thinking, back to Boon Keng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I came out of BK, it was raining so bloody heavily that I finished my two breads. Nbcb what a stupid and useless and unlucky and expensive day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coincidentally, a good friend of mine alighted at the bus stop heading home. He had an umbrella and we walked romantically to his house where he lent me a big umbrella so I could go home. I was desperate already because I was really damn tired. And I say coincidentally because his birthday happen to be yesterday, Tuesday. And I had forgotten about it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I finally reached home at about 5.40. And read a bit of comics online to make my eyes more weary and I finally had a good nap until 8pm. V was at my void deck already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a long and tiring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I should be sleeping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope tomolo when I wake up I will become smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110131890854209586?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110131890854209586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110131890854209586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-day-for-stupid-boy.html' title='A stupid day for a stupid boy'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110122462833833812</id><published>2004-11-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:43:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No not crap, crab, C-R-A-B, crab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never have I realised that crabs are so cool. All the while I have just been eating and eating crabs like as though their existence is worthless, and that they are just meant to be eaten like as though their existence is worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crabs have very sophisticated exo-skeleton. In fact, I went the extra mile and checked up about crabs' body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I did not, cos I dun bother to, and also because Wo Cai is about to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crabs do NOT only have 6 'legs', they have small little cute legs hidden underneath their bottom shells. I did not exactly count how many there are, and am also not sure what they're for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the female crabs, I guess their private parts can be 'opened', ala spreading a girl's legs apart and then......Somewhere at the bottom end of the shell, a section can be lifted up. That's one of the places where the little legs are found. It probably shits from there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did I find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I prepared crabs for snacks this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I only took part in washing them, because I seriously have no idea what the hell to do with them. Even this I did only 3/4 of it, meaning I only washed the outer shell. I didn't know how to open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cindy Sensei came to the rescue. She tore open the crab's private part and just lifted the top shell off. It stank. And the insides smell even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway in no time she splitted the crabs into two, placed them on the plates, and they were ready for cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, I had no idea what the fuck to do with them. So I acted pitiful and Sensei Wong said he will steam them himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it is just plain putting the crabs onto the steamer and turning on the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crabs tasted strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The meat, fluffy and weak and not very filling. The juice, stale. The taste, alright because of the salt seasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh it's just a poor pathetic crab which costs so cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that I had two prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I'm eating Hor Fun, steamed eggs, kambing soup, and Baos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok just nice for Tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110122462833833812?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110122462833833812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110122462833833812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/crab.html' title='Crab'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110105828973865004</id><published>2004-11-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:31:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omfg this is sooooo cool!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check this out dudes (tune up your speakers!!!!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="PULSE_WS_viewCardButton" style="CURSOR: hand" href="http://ecard.veepers.com/card/8hol7n872rgG5ST4fhVhba" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://ecard.veepers.com/card/8hol7n872rgG5ST4fhVhba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o) it was meant as a joke so don't take it too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I think you will, or had, have fun with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Link courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides this, I also want to blog about the handicapped people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They, who we used to call, the Extraordinary People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was watching Channel 8's charity show just now at my bro's gf's place. Well much as I dreaded going anywhere near them, it's her 21st birthday celebration lah. I even joined in the singing of the birthday song. And her cousin seems to be someone from IT school, and she seems to know me. But anyway that's not important at all. TP SUCKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah I was watching Channel 8's charity show just now at my bro's gf's place. Well much as I...HEY! Damn it. I watched the part where one of the guys was 'climbing' up the handrails or whatever it is that I dunno what to call it. It was a superb effort. Frankly speaking I was so worried that he might lose grip or strength and waste his efforts. I was literally frozen in fear. I felt myself gripping my hands tight as though I were.....and gritting my teeth such that I could not eat chocolates or anything else for that matter. That guy really did a great job. One sad thing to say is, I didn't make any phone calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It costs $8 leh! Where am I going to get the money?? And I had just topped up my prepaid card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I do call for the $5 one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just now there was also this Chinese documentary about deformed children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't remember the two kid's names. C-something and dunno what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt sorry for them, but seeing them going strong and fearless of their operation, just by sheer willpower to want to look good, I think we should reflect more on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though we might be restrained for certain reasons, I say we do at least as much as possible to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are not special human beings, and they are not really extraordinary, but they are just humans with special and extraordinary features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;May happiness be with them always, and may they feel loved and cared for always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110105828973865004?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110105828973865004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110105828973865004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/omfg-this-is-sooooo-cool.html' title='Omfg this is sooooo cool!!!!!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110095598672426208</id><published>2004-11-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:30:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly 10 days later, I will be off to Malaysia, Truly Aaaaaaa-sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Errrrhhhhh Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabah Sabah Sabah Sabah Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All these means intensive training for the remaining one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nooooooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Already so tired.....here pain there pain. How to compete? And I still can't manage to get one Kata right. Keep confusing some parts of it with another, while forgetting some other parts = dunno the Kata! Omfg time is running out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hai everything I do always last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I didn't train at all. But this week slacked for two days cos really too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How to continue next week sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like shiting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just now Mr. Wong told us something really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It happened because some Yaya idiot came into ska and looked like a real stupid idiot and raised his head like a short-necked girraffe to look for dunno what and then simply walked away when one of my seniors kindly asked him what he was looking for. What a fucking stupid idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Mr. Wong recalled an incident many years back when he was celebrating CNY eve at ska with his family. Some uncle just walk in happily and used the toilet. Mr. Wong's niece informed him of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Huh? Why today got ska member? Eh hello, where are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I just come to use the toilet." Starts walking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hello hello, this is not a public toilet you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I high tide what, what to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What high-tide, got so many bushes you can just do it there. Or use the toilets of the houses opposite lah what the heck you thought this place is what. This is private property you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why, you want to fight me is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I had a little too much to drink, so I laughed out rather loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the fuck this guy comes into a Karate association and ask such a stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God knows what would have happened to him if it weren't CNY eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I dunno why i'm blogging today. Just miss blogging actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I need to shit now. Damn it my stomach's behaving more strangely recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah. It feels so damn blooooooooooody good not to have to work on a SATURDAY!!!!! Wooo hooo. Yes i'm fired, so what. Screw you guys cos i'm home and doing whatever the hell I like and you're not! Muaahhahhaaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok better shit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110095598672426208?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110095598672426208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110095598672426208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/10-days.html' title='10 days.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110044558549339461</id><published>2004-11-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:20:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>14/November/2004. This Hari Raya, this day, marks an important event in my life. I'm so glad I have a blog to record it down for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it's not something honourable or of high integrity.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it's something shameful.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't molest a 10-year-old girl, nor get involved with some married woman.&lt;br /&gt;This day, Lee Jady, I/C No. S8521467/E, of St George's Road, got FIRED!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually people will say "You are fired!" But in this case, I have just fired myself.&lt;br /&gt;I AM FIRED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't turn up for work today. And because of this, I have been deemed 'so irresponsible, especially as an instructor'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a heartbreaking feedback that was.&lt;br /&gt;All this happened because I am indeed irresponsible, only God knows how true that is.&lt;br /&gt;I was at Ska this afternoon expecting lunch. However, I only saw Mr. Wong singing by himself in the black belt room.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for the rest to turn up. During this time, Mr. Wong offered me a wine, but I rejected and told him I would be heading for work.&lt;br /&gt;See how irresponsible I am.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited, and waited, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew past. It was already 4+ when they turned up and Mr. Wong had finished half a bottle of the wine. While I was already half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We talked cock a little, and I also walked up and down, bothered by whether I should be loyal to Pot Luck, or lunch, or for that matter, beer.&lt;br /&gt;5.10pm came. Still had time to go for work.&lt;br /&gt;Then a brilliant idea struck me.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to work.&lt;br /&gt;At Ska.&lt;br /&gt;I would wear the uniform provided by Pot Luck and serve my fellow Karateka.&lt;br /&gt;That's still working, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this plan didn't quite work out and I gave it up.&lt;br /&gt;By then it was already 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm = late if I took a bus.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to waste my money taking a cab for a $20 job. I already did twice, and that had almost used up one day's salary.&lt;br /&gt;So the irresponsible me decided to just sit in the black belt room and pretend nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;But Kiyoshi called.&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't believe I was at Ska, which was irritating after a few times, he even sounded angry, wtf. Because I was irresponsible? Oh I am so sorry yeah.&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor took over the phone and fucked me up.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, my boss called.&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering in irresponsibility and almost pee-ed in my long pants worn for work.&lt;br /&gt;I summoned my utmost courage and bravery and answered his phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;"Jady ah"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you come for work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, I have trouble arranging the timing ah. Sorry ah Edmund."&lt;br /&gt;"No no no you don't have to be sorry. You see ah, the bottomline is this, if you are sick or what or cannot make it at the last minute, you have to let me know. I'm fine with last minute one, but at least you should let me know. You don't just keep quiet you know."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh"&lt;br /&gt;"That ah is so irresponsible, especially for an instructor."&lt;br /&gt;"I really can't arrange the time properly lah."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lah, I tell you what. Since it is difficult for you to come and work ah. You wait till end of the month for your paycheck, then we'll see how lah."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, very sorry ah."&lt;br /&gt;*tooooooooot*&lt;br /&gt;From that point onwards I proclaim official joblessness.&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, it wasn't even time for work. By right I was still not late. Unless I cocked up and am supposed to report sometime before 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. It just ends as I had hoped for. On the other hand, I felt really stupid not to have called Edmund up and told him directly that I wanted to quit. Ok here I admit that I am really irresponsible. I deserve to be slapped. At least now I know what to do in future. But will I still be working part time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Edmund: I am truthfully sorry for creating a mess. Anything else, I am totally proud of it and not at all remorseful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the black belt room and they started asking me.&lt;br /&gt;"How? Boss called ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah hehe."&lt;br /&gt;"What he said? What you tell him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh? Like that lah, ok lah nothing much. He said I should be more responsible."&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later Jeya Sensei asked me again: "Eh your boss fucked you ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not really lah. He said I should responsible, some more as an instructor."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;"I AM FIRED! Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wong wasn't too displeased.&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah it's not a big deal lah. What is $5? So little for this kind of job."&lt;br /&gt;I agree totally.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;"If like that you should have told me earlier, then yesterday no need to find the two Phillipino maids to clean the place, and then you could have done it for me. Bugger each $50 you know."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;"Next time ah you take the SIA class then SKA compensate you some more lah."&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;"Haiyah, kena fired. I am SO sad!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak now no need to work, so you should take a beer man! Drown your sorrows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, beer.&lt;br /&gt;Knn this meal alone is enough to cover today's salary of $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I know I have done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good at all, even though I wanted it to happen, and know what will happen to me when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just didn't struck me enough that I am really irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I am a martial artist.&lt;br /&gt;Think I need to do more training.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to return their uniform someday. Argh. Actually I don't mind not collecting my last pay. But since they are really very nice people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110044558549339461?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110044558549339461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110044558549339461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110027863282194019</id><published>2004-11-13T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:06:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall blog today because yesterday was a fine day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not because it was a PH, but because it was the first time I karaoke-ed for 6 solid hours. Woooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually we were supposed to be watching a movie. But alas, tickets were sold out blah blah blah, so we didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Surprisingly Kiyoshi the half-Japanese bugger suggested karaoke-ing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhhh how exciting. Been such a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time since I last went KTVing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note, I shall not eat in Pastamania again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so )YBA) *F WE)FWCOKN expensive and distasteful, that I could have just eaten the grated cheese and Tabasco Sauce and nothing else. This was my second or third attempt to give you a chance to redeem yourself, but you blew it. Fortunately for you I don't have much power to start a boycotting mob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to think I am already so fucking poor, it just made me more poorer in both my wallet and my sense of taste. Screw you Pastamania I hope you stay manic forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, after that horrible experience in that stupid SOB manic of a pasta, we went to Paradiz Centre's KBox to sing!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sing sing sing I love singing~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But frankly speaking, I have never liked KBox. It's more expensive than other places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this outlet we went to, particularly room 86, has the worst system ever. Every half an hour or so, a stupid advertisement shows on screen, and it was not until 1am or so that I realised the advertisement could be skipped. What a fucking waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And also the screen just went black occassionally, and the mic wasn't really in good working condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes I am officially a member of KBox. For $5 ONLY, when I am so fucking poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have exceeded the amount I allowed myself to spend by 200%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact I used $50 from the $150 debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now Im on debt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok singing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The staffs there were quite dumb actually. Haha. Tried to be friendly and spontaneous, but, they sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wo Men KBox Hen Zhao Gu Ni De"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wo Men KBox Hen Zhao Gu Ni De"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wo Men KBox Hen Zhao Gu Ni De"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wo Men KBox Hen Zhao Gu Ni De"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wo Men KBox Hen Zhao Gu Ni De"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't remember how many times the girl repeated that. But it's annoying and I felt like slapping her. Then at that point their so-good-service can come into play and call up a taxi for her to go to the nearest medical centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do you even serve Alcoholic drinks if you are Hen Zhao Gu Wo De. You kiss my ass and Zhao Gu of yourself first. She looked sickly. Hidden from the thick and disgusting layer of make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm still very happy, because we sang many many songs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was really shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still prefer KSter though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to sing more!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;More!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOre!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MORe!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MORE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today I couldn't make it for morning training. But on first hand I didn't even know what time was training. Later found out from Vicky that training was at 8am. Wah Kao lucky I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel powerful today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now i'm tired, so i'm going to stop blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bubbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110027863282194019?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110027863282194019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110027863282194019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/o.html' title=':o)'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-110015486392808983</id><published>2004-11-11T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T14:34:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so freaking poor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's right. I'm so fucking poor that I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No actually I don't cry. I whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But actually I just grumble to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm eating bread for breadfirst, er breakfast, at 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up so late today because I didn't feel like waking up early. HAHAHAHAHH i'm so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually it's because I had two strange dreams last night, that cost me more energy spent during my sleep; when I'm supposed to be recovering energy. Get the idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can vaguely remember the first dream. But both of them had some sort of inter-relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was about the supernatural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first dream took place in broad daylight and had something to do with Buddhas or dunno wat. That's the whole shit of it I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second one was at night. It was raining heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dreamt that I was walking along Kallang river opposite the 24hr prata stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were many children in school uniform playing by the river. The water level was very high, and the water choppy. Like in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For no reason I became very anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the next thing I knew, a boy had fallen into the river. And drowned there and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some reason, my parents appeared and told me to go down the river to find the body back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for even more unknown reasons, the river had became dried up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the body was nowhere to be seen. And I was afraid the boy would just suddenly stick his hand out from the ground and grab my whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I found something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two two dollar notes and one five dollar notes. Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave them to my parents, but somehow they were able to sense that the money was dirty. Not THAT dirty, but, DIRTY. So I threw them back onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began walking along the river and reached a point where there was covered ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I saw many religious statues. It was a kind of temple. Looked Thai to me at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can also remember that there were 7 statues in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A man beckoned to me to take some incense and offer my prayers to each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also remember asking him what each statue represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I prayed for the well-being of my family on the first statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rest became blur images in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow, I managed to complete the course and then *poof*, I sort of woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels eerie actually. Yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing to point out is that I purposely used a lot of 'I's and 'And's because of no particular purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm maybe becuase it's Deepavali today that I dreamt those dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The festival of lights. Don't get me wrong. I'm saying this because Deepavali is a triumph of good over evil, and I'm praying for the wellness of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh I dunno how to express myself but that's what i'm trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to my being poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've already calculated today's spendings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$15 for two birthday presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$16 for the M card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$8.50 for watching movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably $6+++ for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;That's 15 + 16 + 8.50 + 6 = .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok got it. That's $45+++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck man my pay not enough some more still have to Dou Tiap. Cb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I already prepared that money to pay for my belt yesterday, but Sensei Wong didn't want to take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I drag a few more days later then pay him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO MONEY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's raining. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-110015486392808983?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110015486392808983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/110015486392808983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-so-freaking-poor.html' title='I&apos;m so freaking poor'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109992374952711225</id><published>2004-11-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:35:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost weight!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omfg i'm so happy and surprised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually got back to 65kg already!!!!! Oh yeah oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to think i've been eating more junk food than proper meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to think i've been consuming more quantity and less meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so happy that I consumed the remaining portion of Probably the Best Beer in The World. Thus probably increasing my weight by 0.5kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna do more jogging and training to maintain this weight or lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully I can do it, cos I woke up at 9.15am today, but went back to sleep and woke up at intervals and finally got my ass off the bed at 2.30pm. wahahaha what a fucking lazy pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And something about my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kept waking up at intervals, because I thought I heard noises in my house. Once I even felt that the bed was kneeled on, on a gesture to reach for my ass and hit it. Like how my mother would wake me up. It felt so real. And frankly speaking I was afraid to open my eyes. But I did and saw nothing and went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's when I heard noises in the kitchen of someone rummaging through the kitchen. And I tried waking up and opening my eyes but could hardly do it. Eventually I had enough and woke up for good. There's a term for this, but I dunno what is it. Dun care either. I dun bother u, u dun bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally bought Kinder Surprise today! whahaahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a craving for it ever since Vicky gave me one last.....someday last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to buy it often as a kid. But after I found that the toys didn't appeal to me, and that I had no single cent, I stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After so many years the interest is rekindled, and it's price has also gone up. So much so that one packet of three eggs costs more than my lunch. Knn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The good thing is that, it's not available everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bad thing is that, I know where to find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yes. I skipped work yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's like, sooooooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As said previously, Sunday was grading. The whole thing ended at 3pm. But still we had to entertain some trainees. Left SKA at 4+ Went to eat at Boon Tong Kee. Hmm really nice food btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I reached home at 5+ and quickly showered and changed and reached the bus stop at 5.30pm. Took the bus, and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I woke up, I had no idea whether I had overshot my workplace, or was still going towards my workplace. But by then, I was late for 10mins. I alighted at Marine Parade. And was at a loss for what to do. Both sides' buses were not coming, and I was really tired anyway. So I decided not to work. And smsed my boss telling him I tripped off the bus and sprained my ankle. Fuck, so pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't receive any replies. Think they dont care also. Aiyah at most get fired lah. If not then this sunday I compensate by working harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My senior asked me a question today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was saying that Everything that has a beginning, has an end. No, I don't quite believe that he watches The Matrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He asked: "What is the one thing that is beginningless?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a feeling that the answer is going to be quite crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone knows the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109992374952711225?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109992374952711225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109992374952711225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-lost-weight.html' title='I&apos;ve lost weight!!!!!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109958596152503293</id><published>2004-11-05T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:32:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so fucking drunk</title><content type='html'>I have never been this drunk before. I feel as tbough I'm in space, so light and floaty.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell asleep halfway through waiting and eating my Nasi Goreng Sambal Ayam.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a fucked up loser fucker.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;toyn4q0wt0w4 ntgaww 4y ea 4YHOWF89BY9QP HOQHFBDJKs 9Qyf oqh089q3yf 0&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt understand that, it means i'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;And smelly.&lt;br /&gt;And dirty.&lt;br /&gt;And sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambai~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109958596152503293?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109958596152503293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109958596152503293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-so-fucking-drunk.html' title='I&apos;m so fucking drunk'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109941754068253506</id><published>2004-11-03T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:45:40.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo Bing Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sick. :o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can I? It's just so hard to accept! The invulnerable Jady has fallen from a sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it had to happen halfway through training. Wth man. All the way from 1pm to 6pm nothing wrong. I even jogged and had a packet of Char Kuay Teow and did vigorous training at 6.30pm. Right after that I felt sooooo weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My body hurts all over. And i'm still awake at this hour. Zhen Gai Si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Must be because of the throat/cough/flu and lack of water. But all in all, it's the weather to be blamed! Damn you! If you had been a little more disciplined.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I fall out of the training right after basics, and people starting asking me why I suddenly stop training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eh why suddenly stop ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sick already lor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What kind of sick? Love-sick ah?" Apparently no one believed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Haha no lah where got love-sick one. Really sick lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to say "Sick of you", but the person asking the question was a lady, and she is hot. So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what kind of sick am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sick as in Sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, I'm really sick. Yes sick and I took a panadol already. I'm feeling rather chilly and my joints all feel as though lime juice was squeezed onto them. And my lips look as though lipstick was applied to it. Beautiful light reddish colour. Ahhh sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have decided to take off tomolo! That's right I'm so gonna lie in bed for the whole day tomolo. Just thinking of it brings a smile to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually it sucks to do nothing. It's like being paralyzed and wheelchair-bound, and because you have not moved for too long and all the blood gets jammed here and there and then heart attack occurs and you die and you become the next Christoper Reeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not very pleasant isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall see what time I wake up tomolo. And when I eventually do I shall walk around here and there. And then if my condition worsens I shall be a good boy and visit the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On my way back from SKA just now, I passed by a Ge Tai (wtf is this in English? Stage?) with a local young Chinese pretty woman singing. She sings so well, that I'm surprised what is she doing not cutting an album. Maybe the producers are blind. She can sing 100000000000 better than the bloody Singapore Idols. What the spectaculars sia. Fucking bullshit none of them is anything worth to be called entertaining. You mean you are THAT good that you are more spectacular than the American Idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That Australian Idol is another idoit. Some Guy Sebastian if i'm not wrong. Totally nutcase haircut and 10-year-old talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I shall stop criticising people when I myself is in a sorry state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109941754068253506?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109941754068253506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109941754068253506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/11/wo-bing-le.html' title='Wo Bing Le'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109898643977257682</id><published>2004-10-29T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T02:00:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's topic is on advertisements I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But before going on to the main subject, let me express that I enjoyed my dinner tonight very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes. In fact I would call it a lovely dinner. It consisted of rice, chicken rice's rice, chicken rice's chicken, 2 slices of cucumber, luncheon meat and a fried egg topped with black soya sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, I'm not trying to be funny, but this is really one of my favourite kind of meal. Why? Because it contains some dishes which were cooked by mum. Though rice, luncheon meat and eggs are 'small case' dishes, there's the special touch to make the whole meal desirable that you can't find anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then there was also a nice cup of room-temperature barley water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It just got better when I get to sit down and watch one of my favourite traditional-vampire VCDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh.....what a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simplicity is heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Advertisements I Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever encountered the situation when you are watching an adrenaline packed action show where you felt blood shooting rapidly into your head as the climax is about to begin, and then get disrupted by some stupid *#&amp;%RO#IF TV commercials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I haven't felt that kind of highness. But I have gotten irritated by stupid, brainless, low IQ/EQ, unintelligent-but-trying-to-be-intelligent, not clever commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall list the three current ones fresh in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess the advertisements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. "Wo Men Bu Shi You Yong Jian Jiang." "Wo Men Shi Hai Tun." blah blah "Wo Men Bu Shi Xiao Hai." "Wo Men Shi Guan Jun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I fucking hate the 3rd quote. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. A twirling sound and many seemingly different tummies of someone wearing jeans but are actually repeated playback in different background colour. Hint: You can see this on Channel U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Different stories of men trying to show the power of drinking a named stout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you get any of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. A fucking useless Milo advertisement probably of Malaysian origin. It's such a fucked up advertisement that I would listen to Machi Didi repeating Wo Bu Shi Yi Ge Xiao Hai one hundred times every half an hour. Not because of the sentence itself, it's because I dislike rap. I hate it because it is a fucked up advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I can't even seem to recall the brand of the slimming shit because the advertisement is so bloody gay. You'll know it when you see it. You won't miss it, unless they don't play it. I hate it because it is damn bloody gay. No lah, because it is fucked up. Hahahahaha I think I'm very funny. No, I hate it because the concept is so low-class and the advertisement itself is very irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. ABC stout advertisement featuring a few stranger men who claim to be heroes of dunno wtfing shit. It also appears in coffeeshops as posters where you can spit on them or burn them with a cigarrette or tear them off or draw on them or just find another seat. I hate this advertisement because at the starting 'preview' of this advertisements, I was conned to anticipate some good stories of the features gay heroes. In fact I was looking forward to what they were gonna produce because it looked heartwarming. That was probably one or two years back. Until now I still have no fucking idea who the fuck they are or what the fuck they did that they are so so so featured as heroes. Now I believe that the advertisement is saying that by drinking ABC stout, you can drive a taxi well and talk to the passenger at the same time, and saving people from committing suicide and some other crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's so many more disgusting advertisements that I hate. I might blog about it again if I feel like spewing bad breath and contribute to the depleting ozone layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS. If anyone can enlighten me on anything I didn't understand from the advertisements, I welcome you to do so at my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh it's time to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baa Baa Black Sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ha! I love rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109898643977257682?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109898643977257682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109898643977257682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/advertisements.html' title='Advertisements'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109880546289224993</id><published>2004-10-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:44:22.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes TP SUCKS!!!!! I HATE TP!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I went for a suana! ahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sensei Robert kindly brought me and the blangah worker Vicky to this country club in Marina Park. Can't remember what's the name of it, but that's the only one country club there. My uncle's a member there too, but I haven't been there for a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after SIA class today, which was nice cos the BMW girl was present. haha. She's so funny. Keep laughing for no reason until I can't concentrate on correcting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eh like that correct ah? heeheeheehee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Like that ah? heeheeheehee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How come like different leh? heeheeheehee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had Char Kway Teow before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon reaching the club, I noticed many changes. I used to hate the place cos the food and video games sucked big time. And I also felt that the golf course was too noob, though I have never played golf before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But today my opinion changed a little. They have underwent a revamp and now the place looks more spacious and organised and welcoming. Though I didn't try the food, I wasn't planning to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They have quite a number of facilities and I think their service is good too. Well maybe I'm sua ku but the toilet actually consists of the suana and steam bath itself. And it provides combs and sterilizers and disinfectants. It's also air-conditioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we steamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And steamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And steamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And steamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I lost 1 to 2 kilos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then I was already feeling weak so I had quite a hard time bathing. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K.....besides the well-dorned toilet, there's also the billiard room, gym, swimming pool, dunno what room, dunno what room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not bad actually. Rich people.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised actually there are many things to blog about, revolving your daily lives too. But i'm lazy today. Maybe tomolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109880546289224993?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109880546289224993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109880546289224993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/tp-sucks.html' title='TP SUCKS'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109829572519569965</id><published>2004-10-21T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T02:08:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid China bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting to hate Chinamen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, they're different from us Chinese. They're the Chinese from China and they disgrace the Chinese population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently there has been an overload of them; and they swarm the vicinities of average-income household areas like flies to overdue milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I even see them populating around St. George's Road, my lovely and peaceful neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me disclose their ugly truths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These bitches do anything for money. Why Singapore out of so many other neighbouring countries? Cos we have the slightly stronger currency. Since they are to spend money flying over, or use someone else's boat for that matter, why bother going to Malaysia or Indonesia or Thailand when S$1 over there = one plate of chicken chop here a.k.a S$1 = CNY$4.9++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see them in tight, oversized, and colourful outfits, gone along with coloured hair and faces, serving coffee/beer and most probably more than that than meets the eye to middle-aged and older men. They probably had more dicks in their pussy than you have had a bathe in the suana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are disgusting and shameless. And causing trouble to happy families and also the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moment I see them I think in my head: "KNN china girl" in a very offended and irritated manner. I get especially pissed off when they talk to each other in that very high class slang of a chinese language, made worse by their high pitches and loud expressions. This applies to the male China Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The male counterpart boards a bus like as though it's the last train to China. And they don't even bother to apologise when you have been roughly nudged. So I usually elbow them far away from myself. If I were a bit more like Mike Tyson, so many of them would have disappeared from Singapore and the President would praise me for doing a good deed to the citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the China Chinese are the ones to develop a profound system of martial arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the China Chinese are the ones to invent a few of the wonders of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the China Chinese are the ones to populate themselves all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the China Chinese are the ones to say that all Chinese should unite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet the China Chinese are the ones to disgrace themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GO GO GO GO GO AWAY FROM SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109829572519569965?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109829572519569965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109829572519569965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/stupid-china-bitches.html' title='Stupid China bitches'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109802986833217226</id><published>2004-10-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T00:17:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahhhjonggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha! Can't believe I actually went my friend's house to play mahjong today. Was already feeling tired and sleepy from the morning class, and was slacking around at home when Kiyoshi the stupid tagger smsed me at 4+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point let me say something about class this morning. There was this 10 years old boy who came late for training. At first I thought he was just another rich parent's son with no manners and bad attitude, so I didn't wanted to talk to him. After training ended, this boy was walking around obviously waiting for someone to bring him home. I decided to talk to him. And I was very surprised to find him so well-behaved. So much better than other 10 years old noobs. And he is very polite and well-mannered, and speaks fluent English. So I brought him to walk around ska, and left him alone for a while. When I returned he asked me for paper. I gave him a piece and then went to chit chat with other people. I noticed write sitting down quietly and scribbling something. He was actually writing with his felt-tip pens the words: "Welcome To Shitoryu Karate Association". It was written in a very artistic cursive manner and it looked beautiful and neat. But he spelt association wrongly. 10 years old only, and I found out from him that he learnt to write like that from a book. How cool huh? And then this Danny came and wrote with the boy's pen. Oh yah I can't remember his name. The boy upon retrieving his pens, checked the tips immediately. And then he wrote:"Annoying". Hahah. But he also spelt annoying wrong. Danny bent the tip lah. His mother came in a Jaguar about 1 1/2 hours later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K back to mahjong. So after waking my idea up. I headed to Eileen's house. And we started playing Mahjong Mahjong Mahjong~!!!!! Hahaha. Soooo long never play already. And it was very fun! Though 2 hrs to complete one set was quite long I think, it was still very fun ahhaahahah. After this we played poker and blackjack and Eileen's mom gave us iced longans. Then we requested Eileen to play a few songs for us on the piano. Hmm think too many people she paiseh or wat ah. ahhahaahah then we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My computer has been infected with too much junk wares. Dunno who go and download crap and now my com has funny funny behaviour. Shd be my father. Got dunno what casino online poker jackpot all. Download already still dunno. I can't clear everything. And just now it restarted all by itself while I was playing gunbound. It's also very laggy. And my cd-rom drive's  spoilt for so many days! This sucks this most. It's an expensive drive ok. Maybe too seldom use it or run too much pirated discs and damaged the lens. Now I can't play anything, boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just before I went off for Mahjong, my parents were shouting at each other. Actually it's my father's fault. So ungentlemanly. But he sang a song on the karaoke which I suppose was to appease my mother's fume. But in the end it was my mom who apologised to him and now they are happy. hah what the heck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109802986833217226?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109802986833217226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109802986833217226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/mahhhjonggggg.html' title='Mahhhjonggggg'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109786344341440188</id><published>2004-10-16T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T02:11:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title no title no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what, I woke up at 8am automatically today! Seems like my in-built alarm clock is still functioning as per normal. But I procrastinated again, and got woke up by my phone alarm at 8.45. Yet again, I procrastinated. I've been procrastinating again and again this whole week. And procrastinate is so difficult to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So finally I woke up at 11.30. But decided to continue reading comics online and forgot all about breadfirst. Until my father came back and nagged at me, did I lie on the bed and slept again until 2.30. Then I woke up to keep the clothes and tidy up my wardrobe. Yuan Lai I have so many unwanted clothes. Tidied the house a bit here and there, and finally, went down for my first meal. Mama didn't leave me pocket money. :o( No money in the house already.....Luckily yesterday got leftover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I needed to eat some meat stuffs, and there was only the western food stall. So I was already prepared to be bankrupt again. True enough, a $1 iced milo and $4.50 chicken chop left me with some money to pay Vicky. Well I needed a lot of energy too so the milo was a neccessity, and I don't like hot drinks. I do drink Teh and Kopi, but I wait for them to be cooled down, yah. And the weather was too hot for hot drinks. Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I reached ska at 4pm, and watered the poor plants. Then I started my very own training. Yay I didn't procrastinate that much! So I started stretching, and boy I could hardly stretch my legs. The muscles were so tight and aching. So I did a light warming up and started doing Kata. But was irritated with the achings, so I decided to stop. But I didn't want to waste my time there, so I put on ankle weights and took small dumbells and started bouncing around. Yippee! But no yippee. It was one of the most exhaustive trainings ever. I did about 70 kicks with the shit, and some other techniques and I almost peng san. Then I slacked and walked around. After that I saw that the time was still early, and that I was still fat, so I decided to jog for 15mins. After which Sensei Wong made me do footwork for 4 sets. Hell.....So after the sets I quickly walked to the end of the dojo and did meditation aka Mokuso. Think I kneeled for 5 mins or so, and when I opened my eyes again, the world felt so beautiful. Haha, really. Meditation is really good for the mind, as I finally realised today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then it was 5.30. Simon the contractor arrived and wanted to train with me. So we did. And I almost died. 6.30, swept the leaves and sand from ska and changed. Hhahah training for half the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But dunno why Mr Wong like not very happy like that. Maybe today too many kids in the class and was quite poorly organised. So training was made tougher. And I felt like stopping. But didn't. Good thing second half he put me to teach the kids kata. Bad thing is even though all of us went through the kata beforehand, I forgot how to perform it. So I was quite embarassed. My brain is malfunctioning again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad thing, no money to eat dinner. Good thing, there was kuay chap! So much pig's organs, and tasty. And then there were clams, veggies, fish and rice. Wah. Eat so much, waste my training.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then this senior asked another senior a very funny question.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh David, how's ur sex life ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"HAhah why suddenly out of the blue ask this question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Aiyah, so long never see you, so must ask lah. So how?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"ok lah good lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then commotion among the many seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eh now ah our age, not so easy already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now we talk about quality, not quantity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No lah u only 30+, still have quantity lah."&lt;br /&gt;"But always remember, practice makes perfect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More commotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Geylang lor? to lor? is all Older women, more cheaper. lor? to lor? is younger about $50 and above. Further down is $80+ Then this lor? can go up to $100+!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He frequents the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm young too. But I have no quantity, much less talk about quality. The Chinese say "Tong Ren Bu Tong Ming".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concentrate on Karate lah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yah one more thing. Sometimes I don't understand why stupid people appear online. This anonymous person tagged "Stupid and childish blog" Why the fuck are you even here in the first place? Are you trying to be more stupid when you are already stupid like fuck? I dun care if I know you, and I do, but if you're trying to be stupid, please go elsewhere and challenge someone of equal or higher level of stupidity cos I'm not stupid enough. I'm not gonna comment on tags like this anymore, cos the blog was created solely for the purpose of recording my stupid life, not for stupid people to read and tag stupid tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109786344341440188?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109786344341440188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109786344341440188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-title-no-title-no-title.html' title='No title no title no title'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109769132112444748</id><published>2004-10-14T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:15:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a hot hot day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ee Ya Ee ok enough of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's weather: 31 degrees. How come it was so hot? I could feel the heat penetrating into my shirt and heating up my body like as though I was a 'Paper-wrapped Chicken'. I miss the taste of it, but where can I find good tasty ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I was weeding outside Ska after lunch at about 1.30pm. Wahhhhhhhhhhhh couldn't stand the heat and I went inside to rest my back. They say: "Planting rice is never fun". And it's true, it's true. But i finished the torturous job by 3 and my back hurt so much that I could imagine myself as a camel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Vicky and I were quite happy to get some gardening job completed, and decided to go Kovan for some noodles. A call came that destroyed everything. We were already at Boon Keng mrt station, but his father called and told him to deliver something. 'Ter Ba Bom' All plans had to be cancelled. The worst part was this guy called Vicky's house. K it's like that. We finished gardening; were preparing to leave ska, and this guy phoned Vicky, twice. Since he was trying to escape from work, he didn't answer and wanted to sms the caller instead. Then we walked to the mrt station and then Vicky's father called him. This guy actually called V's house to ask for the van. It's like he has no shame at all. Can't you just wait for a reply? Does V even owe you a job or something that he has to be there as and when you call? Worse still you ask for help but you come so late. Fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After work we went to eat at Komala's. Hahahahahahhahahahahaahahah I have $0 now. Mum gave me $10 today. I was supposed to have my own dinner, but I didn't have money to eat a shit. So had to borrow money from V, and bought two pratas. Telor satu, kosong satu. And dunno why I told the cashier $1.20 instead of $1.60. Didn't even realise it until he was finding change for me. But he is supposed to be more clearer than me. So i saved 40c and my energy of correcting myself. hahaHHHAHahhahahahha so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K i've had quite enough of emailing my course manager. It's so hard to get a date to meet him. And he doesn't seem to feel the importance of the situation. Ask him so many times when is he free but he always tells me another thing. OTGHN (QWEY)*(Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's quite a stupid blog today because it is so hot. And I'm supposed to sleep by 1am. And I didn't wake up to jog this morning, did it during training instead. hohohohoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr wong's back from osaka. time for serious self-discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109769132112444748?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109769132112444748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109769132112444748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-hot-hot-day.html' title='It&apos;s a hot hot day'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109760641458065041</id><published>2004-10-13T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T02:40:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Old McDonald had a farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna keep today's blog short, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K I finally ate Lao Huang's Bak Kut Teh this morning. Spent $12 in total with Vicky. Though it tasted good, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive. I have been eating in luxury these few days. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this we went to Bugis Virtualand and play the Stacker. Guess what, we spent about $60 in total!!!!! FUCK man. That's the most I have ever spent in the arcade! We were like just putting in and putting in and putting in and putting in and putting in and putting in and putting in and putting in and soon it reached that amount. I was planning like just to get a phone for myself. And soon my goal changed to getting an expensive to sell it to recover our lost! Wtf in the end we didn't manage to win anything. The game is sort of cheating man. I've already reached the last block, and it wasn't moving very quickly, but it just refused to be joined to the previous block. The block kept stopping before or after the below block even though I was quite sure I stopped it at the right timing. This happened many times. And I just didn't felt like giving up because we were so close already. But the fact is that we were broke. Penniless. *pulls out pockets* EMPTY!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH what am i going to do??!!?!? It was until that time when it suddenly dawned to me that money wasn't easy to earn, cos I was thinking wtf can I do to recover the money. Wat, wat, wat???!?!?! Worse still I just found out my father's out of job again. Hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway from there we went to SKA, only to realise that SIA training will start in 1/2 hrs time. Today I helped out in the training. There were 8 of them, 4 men, 4 women. And 2 of them were quite pretty wahahahahah. Managed to show off a bit today. But the bloody weather was so torturous that I gave up showing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this I had wanted to do my own training, but the weather was just too hot to do anything. So I went to the black belt's room, turned on the aircon, and slept, peacefully. 7pm training! yay today's training was sooooo shiok! So long never train under Sensei Robert. I enjoyed it totally. And in between he asked me to teach a new guy the basics. He can do them quite nicely and has also learnt the basic pattern! hahhahaahha yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we had coconut juice again. Fresh from SKA. I brought one coconut home, but seems like we dun have to tools to open it. So I guess it's going down the chute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried catching a cockroach just now. I was bloody scared of it. I was so frightened that it might just fly to my face or run up my hand. Eew I hate all these crawlies. I'm afraid of them cos they might have poison, and then scarly they bite me then I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok it's short enough. I need to sleep. Jogging at 8.50am tomolo! Jia You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109760641458065041?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109760641458065041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109760641458065041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/ee-ya-ee-ya-yo-4.html' title='Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 4'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109749754674078076</id><published>2004-10-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:03:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a Cluck Cluck here, Cluck Cluck there&lt;br /&gt;Here Cluck there Cluck everywhere Cluck Cluck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluck!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep by 1am last night.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up by 9.00am to train this morning. While I did wake up, I felt so tired and the day was raining, or so I thought. So I set my alarm to 9.40 and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;9.40am. I woke up! And walked to my parents bedroom to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Until 12pm Vicky called me and asked me to go for breadfirst, did I drag my fat ass off the bed. Met him at 1pm and had a hard time deciding where to eat. Finally we settled for Little India since he wanted to eat a lot of rice.&lt;br /&gt;So we took the NEL to Little India and then walked under the cursed sun to a restuarant called.....called what ah? Anyway it is located beside the Indian temple. We had very good Dum Briyani and lime juice. The serving was enough for Ang Mohs. Vicky also ordered a side dish for us each. Total cost was $21, but the kind onwer who happened to be Vicky's neighbour gave us a very good discount of $1. So we were happy. Actually the meal would be just right if we minus the side dish of sotong and tandoori chicken and the lime juice, as all Indian restuarant serves self-serviced free-flow plain water and white rice; and with this the meal would cost $12 only, and probably with a little tactic could further reduce it by $2. Anyway the food was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if anyone is interested to eat there please don't hestitate to find out the location of the restuarant yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the meal we decided to walk to PS. We were walking along the shops and this particular shop caught my attention. The shop's name is Tushiv, and is on the same row of shops with the restuarant above. So if somehow you can find this shop, just follow the direction of the traffic and walk till the end of the road. And there you have it! The restuarant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to Tushiv. I went in and looked around the shop as the items displayed were very non-traditional. They are selling 'portraits' of various deities including Indian gods and goddesses, Sayed Baba, the Buddha and Mother (or is it Sister?) Mary. Let me try describing the portrait. It is like a big piece of metal/stone, and carved into it is the illustration itself. So it's something like, whether you place the item facing you or away from you, there will be the illustration itself. But the main illustration is on the carved side. I was quite impressed with the handwork and quality of the material. But what caught my attention next is the mean idea of the item. The illustration 'follows' you no matter which angle you look at it from. Which means if I stood 45degrees to the left of the item, the illustration will be looking to the left at you. If I stood in the centre, it will be looking straight at you. It's superb art. But I guess it must be very costly, and I don't see any price tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving on from here, I saw a shop selling sugar cane juice. The owner pasted some posters and three of them read: "Sugar Cane Juice (break line) with (break line) lemon", "Sugar Cane Juice (break line) with (break line) Ice", and the best of the best, "Sugar Cane Juice (break line) with (break line) without Ice". Crap. Then further down, I saw an advertisement for a handphone's shop. They wrote Buying/Selling Good/Bad Hand Chicken. I'm sure you've seen this advertisement before.They didn't know how to write the word for phone in Chinese, and they have a shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So finally we arrived at PS, perspiring and smelly as though we came from Little India. But we did come from Little India. Hmm nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We ended up in the arcade and played Royal Rumble, ahahahahah. It's quite fun, but I have no idea why I lost, twice. Then I went to try the 'Stacker'. It's a kind of try-your-luck game whereby you have to stack blocks of blocks on top of each other. The prizes are very attractive, well at least the Major ones. They consisted of: a 3120, a 3200, a mp3 player, and something else which didn't catch my attention. I saw a few guys playing first, because actually I didn't know how to play it. They were lousy. But at least I learnt something from them, Thanks! Then I went to try. I almost hit the Major Prize level, when I got too excited and landed the block elsewhere. Damn it. I could have gotten a free phone! The subsequent 2nd and 3rd try were much poorer, been too complacent. But tomolo I might try again. I really need a phone. And if I can manage to get it, Vicky has requested for me to get the mp3 player for him. And I might just try again for the other phone, and sell it! WHahahahahah. $1 for $++ I could just get rich man! Ahem.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that Vicky wanted to buy velcros for his Hotwheels collection. We searched the whole of Spotlight and suddenly out of nowhere I noticed it lying on a shelf all by itself. And after making some enquiries here and there, he bought 2 metres of the velcro. Then we went to Carrefour. I needed to buy toilet papers. I also bought a Lin Zheng Ying's movie. I love his ghostbusting movies. I have a few of his movies at home. They are very very nice and funny. He is the only man who can play a ghostbuster so well. I used to imitate him and tried burning this and that and stamped my foot on the ground etc etc. But he died from cancer in 1997, if I remembered the date correctly. In fact I dreamt about his funeral. It was as though I was attending it, felt so real. And then soon after the dream I read in the newspapers that he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this, we wanted to go back. But saw an arcade in Dhoby Gaut station itself so we decided to check it out. It's quite a nice environment, though not many people were inside. Beside the arcade was the X Box entertainment centre where you can play X box games. Not sure about the rates though. I think this two shops are very nicely situated, and unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We didn't go home, but went to ska. I fell asleep in the nice library and about 7pm Vicky left. I woke up at 7.15pm to water the plants. And then remembered I was supposed to be having dinner with my family. So quickly rushed back home, perspiring and smelly as though I just came from Little India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to eat at some coffeeshop near my house. Dunno what Fishhead Steamboat. Tasted like Sliced fish soup to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now I'm back. And I'm going to bathe~ And watch Bi Xue Jian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahhahah hopefully tomolo I will wake up early to train. I'm growing fatter by the day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109749754674078076?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109749754674078076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109749754674078076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/ee-ya-ee-ya-yo-3.html' title='Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 3'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109742781858920836</id><published>2004-10-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:03:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10/10/2004 = Mama's 47th birthday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a beautiful night it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just celebrated her birthday. She is very happy! Haha can see that she's very touched. Though she didn't cry. Awww. :o) Love you mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But actually the day didn't turn out as I thought. Let's start from 5.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only had two hours of sleep today. Woke up at 5.30am to wash up. Was supposed to meet Vickywajeet at 6am to go to Changi Aiport. Received his call telling me that another guy was late so he would arrive with his van later, so I just walked around the house aimlessly. Then he smsed me to go down after 5mins as he wanted to buy Teh Alia. So I waited some more and finally walked down slowly the bus stop. My hands felt so smooth as I rubbed it, it's cold.....But who cares about my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I waited in between two Sunshine Bread vans as it would be a clearer spot for him to spot me. And I almost embarked on my journey to the west. The driver siao one. Reversed so quickly that the van almost banged me. I heard the beeping produced from the reversing and turned to look at the van and there it was inches before me in 2 seconds. Luckily my Qing Gong good ah, and I managed to apply Tenshin and moved out of harm's way. Then that bugger Zam break and horned. nb. But later I realised the van was parked too far into the pavement so had to reverse, and I was standing in the way, so I'm at fault too. Still, he should have horned before reversing and not horn when I'm about to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting and waiting I decided to sms Vicky. And then his van arrived. In the end he thought he told me to buy the Teh Alia. So in the end all of us had no Teh Alia and we were all sleepy and empty-stomached and angry with each other and Vicky tried to kill us by turning his steering wheel left and right and left and right and left and right anafjfe wenf wovwevoawevoagigv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, Kam the geek's finally off to Hong Kong. Quite a sad moment actually. And I didn't realise sending someone off could be fun as the seniors placed an empty drinking can into his laptop carrier. We were anticipating for the moment when the siren goes off during the luggage checking, and see him panicking, but strangely, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to SKA after that. And I watered the plants. It's actually quite nice to be early and arrive earlier than anyone else. Today's training was very controlled. Strange. Mr Wong wasn't around but the children seemed very well behaved today. And I didn't cock up this time. Maybe I was confused by Mr Wong's instruction all these time. Anyway everything went smoothly. After teaching we had our potato water. It consists of lemon kalamansi, Vodka Citron and Absolut. ahahahaha. So early havent eat anything start already. Was also watching the top 10 Kata players of the World. They were like, wow! Except for one or two. Wonder how long will I take to acheive such standards. For Singaporeans, I think it's Very very very vyerv yerv eyrveyr vyreveyr difficult. Moreover, women tend to perform better Kata too. And they were all in their 30s. Hah. After this we went to have breadfirst, and had two more pints of Tiger Beer. Oh yeah it's TB's bday yesterday right? So we had a reason to drink! No actually I made this up. We don't need any reason to drink. So CHEERS! Frankly speaking I was tipsy alraedy, and was prepared to get screwed by my parents when I get home later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They weren't home at 1.30pm. I guessed that they went for a meal or something, so I slacked around and waited for them to come back. And I fell asleep and woke up at 6.30pm to find them having dinner. Seems like they have already gone for the ktv session. Some miscommunication here. So we didn't celebrate her birthday, I thought. Then later at night I finally tot of what to get for her. Went down and looked around for a cake. Went 3 shops and in the end bought a nice Tiramisu. Then.....started celebrating her birthday lor. Father bought a karaoke vcd with happy birthday in it and we started singing as well. ahhaha the ambience was great as we switched off all the lights. We took a lot of photos too and mama complained that she was taking too many of them and she's seeing black. ahahhah. Happy day. and Happy Birthday! We opened a red wine and now i'm feeling sort of drowsy again. hahah been drunk the whole day. But she's happy! And that's the bottom line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K gotta end here. Tomolo's the start of my training.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109742781858920836?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109742781858920836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109742781858920836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109734370738920366</id><published>2004-10-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:41:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And on his farm he had some chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yah it's 1am, and I'm still blogging. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good thing I slept long enough today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So let me start by saying that I need to wake up my bloody idea. I realise I have been very dreamy this few days. Was supposed to meet Vicky at 8am for Bak Kut Teh. Well I did set my alarm clock for 7.48am in case he didn't call me. Somehow I turned it off unknowingly. But this also means he didn't call me. But at the same time, my hp batt was flat. But he could have called my house anyway. So when I woke up for no reason at 9am, I wondered was I supposed to meet him directly at the coffeeshop or what. But in the end I went back to sleep again. And woke up at 1pm. HAHAhaHHA. So fucking piglet. And then all the while I thought the SIA training was at 2.30pm. Vicky called me at 1.30 when I was about to leave and reminded to open the gates. So I quickly finished my Chwee Kuay and cycled off. When I reached ska I saw two SIA crew members sitting outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not wanting to make the environment awkward, I asked: "You all sit here very long already ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No lah, 2 hours only." The fourty-year-old replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't talk to him further cos I found him to be too stupid and proceeded to opening the gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But he asked: "You're the one opening the gates ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Ah then? Your father ah? Knn wtf do I look that I was doing? Masturbating? Or breaking the gates?* (Smiling) "Yah, hahaha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I went in and suddenly Sensei Robert appeared out of nowhere behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I started to raise the bamboo curtains and sweep the floors, all the while still thinking that training was at 2.30. Later I found that training was at 2pm. Suck it I intended to do some training on my own after all the housekeeping chores. But seeing that there were no girls around at all, I decided to carry on sweeping the leaves and pang sat Sensei Robert. I watered the plants also. When I was done, Vicky arrived looking like a blur fuck in his van, also thinking that training was at 2.30. I also found out that he was already preparing for work by 8, so didn't call me. So actually I'm fine! hahahaha. We had our lunch, went to buy baygon and I mopped the library and guest room. Even my house I don't do so much. ahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went home after that and replied an important email regarding my trip. I'm not getting much help from the course manager and I wonder what is gonna happen to my SIP. Suck it man TP SUCKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So was supposed to meet my friends 5.30pm at Marina Bay control station. But got one guy called Kenneth ah, say what got direct train lah and left home later than me ah. But ended up late at the same time as myself. Hmph. And we were not the latest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So again couldn't decide where to eat. The birthday girl don't look happy at all. At last we left marina south at 6.30 i think, to PS for long john silvers. And then intended to watch movie but also cancelled. Ended up sitting at Piazza watching soccer. Fucked up outing. Felt so bad for the girl. Didn't even have a cake for her. And so few people turned up. And we were conversing in Mandarin most of the time. Ugh. I suck bad. Hey Siti sorry your day turned out like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to why I need to wake up my idea. I think my brain is not functioning very well. Keep mixing up things and forgetting others and such. I need more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I also need to wake up at 5.40am tomolo to go to the airport. Kam's migrating to Hong Kong. Gonna miss him and his corny jokes. After which, is SKA, and celebrating my mama's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109734370738920366?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109734370738920366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109734370738920366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/ee-ya-ee-ya-yo-2.html' title='Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo 2'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109725832673768302</id><published>2004-10-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:58:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Old McDonald had a farm, ee ya ee ya yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm that has got nothing to do with today's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was saying, I went to Bugis just now. Yeah. Sooooo many pretty girls sia. Until I couldn't decide whether to play game, or to drool at them. But I chose the former, otherwise I would have wasted my point of going there. So yeah, why Bugis Virtualand instead of so many other arcades? Because I saw a poster at CS advertising a game called King of Fighters NeoWave. It looked cool although there were only 3 characters on the poster. And don't ask me what is meant by NeoWave because till now I still have no shit idea of what it means. But anyway, being the fan that I am, I longed to try out this game. So finally today, I have the free time and mood to go! Yay! And omg what a fun version it was! So many of my favourite characters are in the game! And the special features installed are very attractive too! It's almost like a 'dream installation' where all cool features the gamers hope for are in one game, though I have yet to discover some of them. Strangely, not many people seemed to be playing it, and there was only one machine with this game. But speaking of this, there wasn't really too many people occupying the other versions of KOF anyway. So finally my turn arrived and I had so much fun with it and though it's my first/second try, I managed to kick a few challenger's ass. Wahahahaha. It was shiok man! Felt as though I was back to good ol KOF days. Omg I'm so tempted to play again! *bish bish bish* Ah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, I was scanning around the arcade for new games, and saw someone playing this very retro side-scrolling game. Not very sure what was the title but it's a compilation of 300 classic video games. It's cool! So this guy was playing as a character which I figured was King Arthur. The game was very cute. This guy was just happily moving Arthur across the screen, and all the time shooting daggers and enemies and treasure chests. May I add that he has already memorized the game, so basically everything was going smoothly. But alas, people do make mistakes and Arthur got hit by a purple ghost, and his golden armour broke off into pieces, leaving him only in his underpants! ahhahaah. There were also many funny funny enemies all over. A lot of people surrounded him and watched him pass the game stage by stage. Certainly interesting. hehehe. I'm sure there are a lot more fun games in the compilation. Would love to try it some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K. So back to KOF. When I eventually lost, it was already 6.20pm. I quickly rushed off to take a bus back home. Reached home at 6.50, and cycled as fast as I could to ska. Damn it I intended to be there at 6.30 as Sensei Wong wasn't around, but I left Bugis at 6.30 instead. Reached ska at 7.05, changed and started to warm up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well training was bad today. The leg's causing a lot of problems. Nothing will be wrong with it until I start to stretch it, and since I had to take the warming up, I had to stretch it. And it hurt so much that I stopped doing. I sort of walked in a wobbly manner because the part that is painful felt so 'sour'. And then my whole body was aching since I woke up. Must be the bed. And so I had no mood to train, and performed so badly as though an old couple was having sex. And Vicky scolded me for being a slacker. Hahaha. But hey it's pressurizing enough to be the only senior category participant from ska; and to add to it, I have no one to specially train me, or train with, like in a normal tournament squad. None at all. The feeling sucks. I must buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm after training we were discussing something and then my senior asked me to come for tomolo's SIA training just in case Sensei Robert wasn't free. Yah me alone. Hahahaha. With all the SIA girls.....wooooo. But there might not be any of them, since they have irregular flight schedules. And they were joking that tomolo the girls will definitely be there because they know I will be there. And I thanked him for rebuilding my confidence. He replied that my confidence will rise, but morale will drop. ahhahaha, if you know what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was sending a junior back just now. She's studying in NUS now, doing Psychology or something like that. So I asked her what she wants to do after graduation. "I want to join the Police force, it's fun!". Wth. Spend 4 years getting a degree, and maybe 2 more for an honours, a total of 6 years, and then join the SPF? But hey, I have no rights to say anything. I'm probably biased towards the SPF. My brother is in it. And recently he told my mother one of his colleagues was bashed to a pulp by some malays. Not counting the fact that he was outnumbered, I wonder how many out of 100 police can really fight without employing manpower. Like Jackie Chan like that. I'd say none. And my brother was trying to defame the malays blah blah blah, but we all know that the police was stupid enough. My brother talks a whole lot, but never gets things done. And always messes things up in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah I know it's 2am and I was supposed to sleep at 1am. Things turned out differently yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gtg, good night~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109725832673768302?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109725832673768302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109725832673768302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/ee-ya-ee-ya-yo.html' title='Ee Ya Ee Ya Yo~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109707844737562469</id><published>2004-10-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:18:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er hur hur hur hur hur hur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boo hoo hoo. :o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so gonna fail my ENAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone please laugh at me for being a stupid fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hai.....I've roughly calculated the total marks for my paper. The average is about 6 marks per question. There are 5 questions. I failed!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did study ok. Though it is true that I was constantly distracted and I also decided not to study for 2 chapters which I didn't realise would have 2 questions on. But I did study! Two days until late night 2am and 3.30am! And wake up got study still! And I understood the concepts! But go into the examination room I just couldn't recall them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH. Finally got fed up of thinking and just left the room. And then I keep writing the wrong things when I was doing my notes and also during the paper itself. Must have lost the concentration already. Should have gone to sleep. But I think those who studied according to the 'tips' seem to be in a worse state than me. Haha think many of the tips were hoaxes. Told them already dun depend on it. See lah. Hahahahaahha let's all fail together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I have to study during the holidays. On top of that I have to train. That + this = no holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CCB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But right after the paper something happened which made me forget about this unhappy event. Kiyoshi and Kenneth were talking about shoes at first, then Kenneth asked for a friend's birthdate. "Is it 10? or 12?" Then this smart alec actor Alvin came into the picture and said: "got so big meh?" We were quite confused with his remark and later realised that he was talking about the shoe size of my friend. This stupid boy everytime dunno anything but want to act like he knows it. And then when we are laughing at some things he dunno, he also laugh. And then when he doesn't know where to go, he always walk first. And he likes to act cool. Alvin you're such an interesting character that we have so much to talk about. And thanks for making my day more brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then there's Karate. My leg is about to become crippled I think. It hurts so much to stretch, and then close it. Must be because of Thursday's swimming. Damn it. I still have my tournament. After training, we had crabs! Forgot what kind of crabs but they were big and juicy. And also seafood hor fun and fried fish head! Wow after so long I go back for training and then got good food to eat. And also because of this, I forgot to meet a friend to collect my money. On the other hand, I dunno whether he turned up or not. Cos he's quite an asshole who knows how to make use of people. Shall not go into it. Anyway arranged to meet him tomolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomolo's officially holidays! And Sensei Wong is going to Osaka for the Master's Congress. Sounds cool. But it means Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun, next Tues I need to be around. Though I usually train everyday, I didn't want to start training yet this week. Boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh I feel mixed feelings in me. I can't blog properly. Gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109707844737562469?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109707844737562469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109707844737562469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/er-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur-hur.html' title='Er hur hur hur hur hur hur'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109682591087558518</id><published>2004-10-04T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:51:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate SAF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I HATE THEM I HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I received a reminder from them, telling me to do my eDocumentation and book for my medical appointment. So today I finally remembered and started doing it at 10pm. Guess what, I took twenty minutes to navigate to the page where i'm supposed to do the documentation. The letter's instructions were: ".....go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miw.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.miw.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .....Click on Pre enlistment blah blah blah....." There wasn't this link at all. Until twenty minutes later I finally saw something called register for NS and clicked it and it directed me to where I wanted to go to. It didn't really made sense. I was supposed to register for the medical appointment, not for NS, and in any case the latter would be decided by SAF itself so why the fuck am i registering for NS? That's not all. When I finally found the link, I was asked whether I wanted a deferment for my full time studies/further studies. I spent another 10 minutes asking people what to do for this one simple question which wasn't that simple at all cos I am still studying. Wtf was i supposed to put for that? Finally I decided yes, and started filling out crap forms and also a field asking for my Course of study. It didn't allow me to type directly, and the webdeveloper has this smart alec implementation of doing a search for my course and I needed to type the name of the course. Totally fucked up crap. And even though I typed Information Technology, I didn't receive my result. The closest was BIT and Mobile Computing out of the pathetic 4 search results. So I chose MC and carried on with the form. And then it prompted me again whether I wanted a deferment or not. So i clicked yes. And the final result was, my deferment was not approved. w q-tgq0w3 [0qp3infv&lt;br /&gt;And it's still not over. Thankfully I was directed to the documentation page which was something familiar in the letter. By then it was 11+ and I needed to complete 8 modules of the documentation. So I started with personal particulars. Nothing wrong cos last year i had already done it. Then I moved on to the other modules and came to the CCA part. I saw a martial arts subelement and wanted to add the type of martial art when the list MAs contains Black Belt 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th Dan and other crap which weren't MAs. But luckily there was tkd and karate. so i put them both. Alright i moved on to the next module which was "awards/proficiency". I filled quite some bit into the fields and when i clicked the calender button, all the information in the field was gone and i had to retype. Nvm. The worst part was when the documentation service became unavailable all of a sudden and i got kicked out of the sytem. I was already so pissed and I had to worry whether the things i've filled were saved or not. Finally I gave up and went to watch TV. 12.40am I came back to the website and fortunately everything was intact and complete for me to carry on. Until 10 minutes ago, I completed the whole damn module. Not actually everything, left with one more. Going to school tomolo to do it and also print out the medical history part. *()#YFH HN    I'm really pissed with their system. Last year use that time also so many problems. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;And let me end with something out of topic. I miss you very much. Really. Been thinking of you every now and then. But i dunno why or whether was there some miscommunication and so u ignored my sms and msg. I'm actually very happy when u msg me in msn just now. But i was so frustrated with the documentation thing. I'm totally infatuated with you.....But i got angry when i didn't receive any replies.&lt;br /&gt;And my father is becoming worse. I dunno what to say about him. Maybe I shd talk to him more. But I get pissed talking to him.&lt;br /&gt; Q#_()Y #HIFOHW#HPEI HJF Q(WFH&lt;br /&gt;And this morning class was terrible. And I got fucked again. Until afternoon during special training did I really find the day pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't manage to study a single shit today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And blogger's fucked up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;What a fucked up day and fucked up person I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109682591087558518?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109682591087558518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109682591087558518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-saf_109682591087558518.html' title='I hate SAF'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109673600367775885</id><published>2004-10-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:53:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm actually it's not a big matter. In fact it's just a "Sesame Green Bean" matter that is not worth mentioning, but still, I shall talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I was having breadfirst at Toa Payoh this morning with my parents. We couldn't decide where to eat (ArRrgh), so we walked around aimlessly until we finally settled down at this coffeeshop beside the library. The coffeeshop serves great food there, so go try it when you're free. Anyway we ordered our food and I decided to get drinks for Na Liang Ge Lao De. I went to the drinks counter and told the auntie: "Kopi San Bei".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Orh, He De Ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*paused for a moment, eyes narrowing.* "Ah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt strange. Why did she even ask me whether I want them to be drank when I told her I wanted three cups of it. This has, seriously, occurred too many times. So after the meal and we went to the library. I got so disturbed by this question that I decided to go shit and at the same time ponder about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe she wasn't wrong. Maybe it was my fault all along for misinterpreting her (and all others') question. Maybe she was asking whether I wanted to drink the coffee, or eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I browsed through the library looking for books about martial arts. And was quite excited when I found them, so I started reading a few of them. I was disgusted with the materials. They were total crap. Those books were written for the sake of earning that little income enough to buy an XBox. One of them was lagi worst. The author was actually the original Mighty Morphin Power Ranger's Red Ranger (I was quite a fan of it during primary school. Come to think of it, this must be the longest running superaction heroes series for kids)! Omfg. I thought 'eh how come this bugger look so familiar'. Until I read the foreword and it told me that protecting the universe is his job. Knn. And the title of the book was Karate Warrior. Wow, you think, and I thought. The content inside featured Taekwondo. Wtf man. And there were so many pictures of himself smiling at you. But I can't blame him, the book was suited for kids. Kids wouldn't know to differentiate the two arts. Cool. Fuck you. So many other books, all designed for kids who know nothing about sexual intercourse. Truthfully speaking, I think i'm biased towards the Americans. They learn the art, and then change it totally to what they want and prefer and then spread it as Karate/Tkd/kungfu or whatever it is that they learnt. It's difficult enough to keep traditions, and yet there are so many selfish people like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much for the bad books. I borrowed a book on Bruce Lee. A tribute jointly contributed by comic artists from hong kong, china and taiwan (no singapore?). It's an interesting book and I have yet to read half of it. Will finish it after exams and share it here. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to meet a friend to pass him notes to photocopy. See i'm a good student! Everyone borrows notes from me to zap, well not everyone but at least there were two. And I missed two buses home while talking to him. Actually one before I arrived at the bus stop, and one while talking to him. So Vicky had a painful time waiting for me to go Mustafa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we reached Mustafa at about 2.50? Bought something and went to his house to burn my project as well as charge my phone. After which he requested for me to help him solve a part of a game. ahhaahah. Took 2 hours to complete 3 missions cos his com was lagging from the graphics. Terrible. And then when I realised it was 6pm, I realised I haven't studied anything yet. So went home, booted the com, watched South Park, and had dinner. Then watched Tv until 9pm then went to bathe and started studying. Completed one chapter of ENAD. Little, but I would say I have understood the concepts fully. So that's enough for today hahahahah. I'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And tomolo probably won't have time to study. ahahahahh how ah. I intended to really revise during this study week. but mon and tues prepare for presentation, wed ubin, thurs sports, fri school and karate. and today only one chapter. two subjects to study, how? and Alvin keep asking me to watch movies. you no need to study ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting to feel sleepy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109673600367775885?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109673600367775885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109673600367775885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-confused.html' title='I&apos;m confused'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109664912080872578</id><published>2004-10-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T10:50:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy~!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahaha. I'm in a good mood today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But let's talk about the events in the morning first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok. So I woke up at 9, no 8am to pee. And since I had intended to sleep late, I forced myself to sleep again until I got awoken by this son of a undercover agent Tan Alvin. In the end I decided to go to school and pass him notes since I had to go out to pay my monthly bills. I arrived at the school's center bus stop at 1.50pm, and saw TP's Fat Cat sleeping peacefully near the noticeboard. And because I haven't seen her for such a long time, I felt the urge to stroke her. So I gently tickled her head, and she nudged a little, and then buried her head under her paws. hahahaah so cute man! It would be good if I had a camera phone. Then I decided to let her continue with her sleep and hope she will wake up soon. Until this time Alvin still wasn't there. And then I received his sms telling me not to come down so early, he still at home. UI(CY(@)&amp;F I was already waiting there lor you fucking ass. So I waited and looked at girls and hope the cat would wake up. Half an hour later she woke up, and I was about to play with her when this smart alec come and carried her all the way to the other end of the bus stop and placed her there. wtf man what's your point of doing that? Just because you have a girl beside you and you're doing this? Ugh. I fell asleep after this cos I was too lazy to walk over and also because a bunch of Malay people coming from TP went to sit there, did nothing for 10 minutes, and went back to TP. 15 minutes later Alvin arrived and we went to BUS for lunch. Auntie gave me extra Tau Geh and rice cos she was closing already. Happy! But the taugeh looked so dried and squashed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K then we went back to FYP lab to do what we were supposed to do. For me is actually nothing so I checked my school mail. And I received a reply for a lecturer whom I dedicated a Teacher's Day greeting to, saying that he appreciates it and hope we do our best for exams and have a good graduation. This is roughly what I wrote for him: "To: Beloved Mr Phua Yeow Cheong. I sincerely want to thank you for CHIONGING (I capitalised it) us in WBAD and ENAD. I really appreciate all the assignments (notice the order) and help you have given me and will always remember you for life. Enjoy your Teacher's Day and I will miss you (he was going for a reservist). Muahahaaha." Lots of sarcasm, though I really meant well. hehehe. Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I played games for quite a while when I realised Kiyoshi will be coming soon so I might as well wait for him to burn our project. Not that burn, but, burn. And all the while SankaraRajulu Sundara Rajulu was in the lab evaluating the final FYP group. The sight of him disgusts me. Did I mention that I even saw him when I arrived at the bus stop? wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end the project wasn't burnt cos the writer couldn't be used. So I went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Packed my things and rushed down to get my hair cut. Yes I finally cut my hair! And it's nice! I like it. Happy! Don't look so scruffy and unkempt anymore, even though i'm really not. While parking my bicycle I noticed that the key for the lock was missing, and the lock itself was dangling like loose intestines. I wonder why. Lost the use of a lock just like that. Hmph. Anyway rushed down to SKA and was just in time to start the class for warming up. Ahhhh.....good old times. Been a week since I trained. In fact I didn't intend to train this two weeks. But I just miss training. Hmm...think I was a little too rushy with the warm up. Next time will do better. Anyway training rocked cos I felt so powerful, again!!!!! Happy! Though my groin area was cramp and hurt from the two consecutive days of exercise when I stretched it, I did most things pretty well! Happy! Then when it was time for bag-kicking, everyone was looking at me cos the whole dojo was 'pianging' from my kick! I even heard someone saying: "wah solid ah!". WOW. Happy! I think even my instructor was surprised to see me in this form after disappearing for so long cos he was also staring. AHahah it felt really great, but i'm a humble person, and didn't comment much on it lah. Which is why I can not hold it any longer and had to blog it out, cos i'm Happy! But at the same time I might have showed disrespect for some cos the holder was my assistant chief instructor's wife, and her hand was swinging like mad. But what to do, she's so much higher in status and rank than I am, so nobody can blame me. ahhaahaha. Feels bad though. And I wonder how long can I maintain in this form. Maybe I should disappear for another week and come back fresh and ready to go. Anyway I'm Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I also received the monthly $100 allowance! Happy! But it also means time to pay for monthly subscription fees. And I still owe the $150. So actually I have -$. Think I need push the plan to buy a new phone further. And I also want to colour my hair! No money. :o( And the hairdresser told me that I am experiencing hair loss. haha I also know. She also told me my hair will become a M shape from the front if I don't change my shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On top of the allowance I also received the confirmation letter of my trip to Sabah. Which means I will be away from 1st - 6th December to particate in the 10th Asia-Pacific Shitoryu Karate Championships. It's a big event. And i'm going to train hard for it. But my chief has put me in the category of &lt;65kg. It'll be a big joke if I go there and get disqualified because im overweight, again. I'll also get fucked nicely in the ass. Well, 2 months left for me to do something to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a long post, cos I'm happy! ahjahjahahaha. I wish everyone happy too! It's the last day of SIP for most people. I bet they're happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109664912080872578?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109664912080872578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109664912080872578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy~!!!!!'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109655782603520432</id><published>2004-09-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:23:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wet day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been raining since dunno what time. It was already raining when I woke up at 8 to pee. And from then on there was a constant drizzle. So sian!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went swimming anyway. And due to the rain (I assume), 6 out of 8 people were late. On a side note, one of them looked really gay. I was late, but I was waiting for a friend, otherwise I would have arrived right on time at 11am. Anyway the four of us early ones went to swim first. The water was so *brrrrrrrr* cooooldddd. We swam anyway. And after the first lap my muscles were aching already. ahahhaha. But I swam quite a few laps today, and played for more than half of the 2 hours. So much for the wet day. It was tiring, but fun. hee. And I might just have gotten a little sunburnt though the sun wasn't bright. ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that we went to eat the Qiu Lian Ban Mian. Let's see.....it has been at least six months since I last ate there. Ah the noodles is still tasty and healthy, and the chilli is still not that hot. I usually put the whole dish of chilli into the soup, and it will taste even better. I also bought two Goreng Pisang. It was hot, and heaty, but nevertheless nice. hahahahahah. And I felt bloated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it continued to drizzle, and all of us were slightly drenched all the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that we went to book a badminton court. Also very long never play already, think i've mentioned before in my previous blogs. There's really soooooo many things I haven't done for a long time. Anyway I realise I have become more cock-eyed than ever. I missed 6 out of 10 shots. wtf. And today I learnt that badminton is really just the flick of the wrist. I say this cos I observed a few adults play. They don't use their arm power much, they flick their wrists to generate power and the arms to control the direction and type of shot. Didn't get to put my observations to test cos I also fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after that we had dinner at Boon Tong Kee. Didn't order their chicken though. Tried their a la carte dishes. Not actually try. Have tried before. So is erm.....nvm. I have been spending a lot of money this week alone. My $60 is almost depleted. :o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We didn't know where to go after this. Intended to go a friend's house to play mahjong. haha, but plan cancelled. So went to another friend's house to play with his dogs. He bought a new puppy and it's so adorable. The Hokkiens would call it Eh Bui Teh. But it's not fat. And it bites. Got bitten by it many times, so curious and naughty and playful. haha. And the big one was quite restless today. I've got dog hair and saliva all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok actually nothing much interesting. Except that it's really a wet day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I think my left last finger is sprained, as well as my right leg. Hurts quite a bit. And now I feel sudden stings on my neck. Must have strained it in the pool. And it hurts. Everywhere hurts. My eyes hurt because I didn't use goggles. My ass hurts from the cycling yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I haven't trimmed my hair yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109655782603520432?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109655782603520432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109655782603520432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-wet-day.html' title='What a wet day.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109647897440290264</id><published>2004-09-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T02:10:53.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jady is fulfilling his promise to post his sec school's 'masterpieces'! Aren't you people excited? Well as mentioned before, I've only kept those compositions that was graded A, so, judge for yourselves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Lesson In Punctuality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I was once a person who was always late for any function. Due to this, my friends disliked going out with me, but after one final occasion, I have turned into an extremely punctual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Before that occasion, I would be late for outings for about fifteen to twenty minutes. By the time I meet my friends, they would have finished walking through half of the shopping centre, and so I would only join them for the next half and then go home early. This occasion, cured my latecoming habit totally. In fact now I am so afraid of being late, that I arrive at the meeting place half an hour earlier, even if the meeting place is at my void deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Recently, a new female student from another school enrolled in my school. She was the most beautiful and elegant girl I have ever met. Soon she became known as the school-belle, and even so she remained humble - a reflection of her personality. Also, because of her friendly nature, she quickly made a lot og friends. The boys were desperately dying to become her boyfriend, but she showed little interest in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Soon I found out from her friends that she had been eyeing me for a long time ever since she first saw me during her orientation week. I was stunned beyond words, such that I could not speak. Her friends told me that she wanted to become my friend, but was too shy to open her mouth and ask. I felt over the moon! A school-belle actually wanted to become my friend! I hid the joy from my friends, and acted as though I did not believe them. Little did I expect that they had brought her along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Once our eyes met, it was the feeling of "love-at-first-sight". We introduced ourselves, and talked about our hobbies. I found out that we had a lot in common. I could not believe that we had so much to talk about during the first meeting, it was as though we had known each other before, and we were trying to catch up with the years of "lost communication". In the twinkling of an eye, we realised we had spoken for a few hours, and it was getting late. I sent her home and went back reluctantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       It was a pity that she was not in my class, so we had little chance to see each other, but a few days later, we met. She wanted to date me. When I heard it, I was jubilant. Of course, I quickly agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       "Hey! I can't believe that she would actually date a freak like you!" one of my buddies blurted. It seemed that almost the whole school knew about it already. I could well understand why he said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       On the day of the outing, I was playing games on my computer. I was so engrossed that I forgot to stop. When I finally stopped, I was only left with forty-five minutes to the time of the date. I rushed into the bathroom, but came out only half an hour later. I took my time drying my hair and putting on my nice clothes. Soon, I had only five minutes to reach a place which I would usually take fifteen minutes to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        I waited for the bus to arrive. When it came, I was already late for ten minutes. The bus "zoomed" off, and I reached my destination ten minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        I saw her waiting, and stirring her cup of coffee. I quickly sat down and tried to explain. She was crying, and I felt so ungentlemanly to be letting a girl wait for so long on the first date. When she stopped crying she left the table without a word. I was heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        The next day in school, she refused to see me. Everyone supported her and I felt very miserable and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        With a heart to changing the bad habit, I am now meeting my friends half an hour earlier. Who knows, one day she might realise my sincerity and forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        I really regret being so unpunctual, and I have learnt my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm the story's made up in a frenzy, so there are loopholes. And compo's the best place to lie and say everything good about yourself, not here though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109647897440290264?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109647897440290264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109647897440290264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/free-essay.html' title='Free Essay'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109647185363923051</id><published>2004-09-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:30:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ubin half-day tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be trekking on Pulau Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K let's see.....Today I went to P.Ubin with three friends. Woke up at 8.30 to get prepared. Brought along a 1.5 litre bottle of water, an extra shirt, an umbrella, bought a few bread, and a good mood. But it had to rain. Arrrrgggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well met them at Changi Village at 11.10am. I was late. haha. Anyway we had our brunch there. I miss the food there. The hawker centre serves a variety of good food. Go there and try some if you can. The bus terminal is directly beside the hawker centre and there are only two buses: 2 and 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next was the bumboat ride. $2 one way. It was an enjoyable 10mins ride which brought back a lot of memories.....I shall not go into that. So we reached Ubin, and dark clouds started to form. Wasted some time at the 'CBD' area. Nothing much has changed here. And the stage where I suppose is used for operas is still not used. In fact i've never seen it used everytime I was there. And there are still a lot of hungry dogs and cats. Anyway, they finally bought an umbrella and we rented two 2-seater bicycles and were off to explore Ubin with me as the 'tour-guide'. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we cycled along some tracks. And there were a lot of uphill slopes to conquer. I had quite a hard time peddling my friend up. ahaha the thigh muscles are sooooo tight now. Anyway, the actual rural areas have changed tremendously. Not much animals were seen. And most people who used to live there have abandoned their homes. There was practically no life at all. There was this one place where the family reared many poultry, but when we visited them today, the animals were all gone cos they have been confiscated by the government. I inquired from the old woman and she told me that everything was gone. She looked frustrated and sad. I feel sorry for her. The things that had kept her company and feed her was all gone. Just imagine the effort put in to rear the poultry.....The families there have basically nothing to live for on that island already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway we visited quite many places. Like the Marina Country Club Resort, a sort of hidden Thai temple that i've never been to, many other temples, and other abandoned shops. Ubin has really nothing to see now. Probably made worst by the weather. But we had fun today and it's a good experience~ It's still a nice place to visit with your friends. We took a lot of photos and videos. ahah. If got chance i will upload them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We left the island at 6+ to Tampines for dinner. ahahha so dirty and smelly. Had dinner at Ajisen Ramen. It's expensive. I had a Volcano Ramen set meal. Not bad lah, though i wasn't quite sure what I was eating. And i still prefer Crystal Jade's noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K im tired and lazy to think of what else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swimming tomolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109647185363923051?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109647185363923051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109647185363923051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/pulau-ubin-half-day-tour.html' title='Pulau Ubin half-day tour'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109639316885248744</id><published>2004-09-29T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:55:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it was a bad hair day for me. And yes, guys do have bad hair days. Especially for someone who worships their hair, but that's not me. I love my hair that's all. Well I was trying hard to make myself presentable for the presentation today, and the more I tried, the worse it turned out. I look fat in the long sleeves, which is my only one so it shows that my figure has turned fucked up. I didn't have a black pants, so I wore the usual pair that belongs to my brother. My ass was protruded like Sammo Hung's belly. Not that i'm ashamed of it, but it looks rather weird. And the belt I used didn't have the suitable hole to lock onto, so I had to tuck in my stomach to be able to lock the belt. The worst part was my hair. I intended to tidy it up with the styling cream. And instead of appearing neat I looked more messy than usual. Good thing not many people were around the places I went. I looked terrible. And it's time for me to trim my hair. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the presentation.....I think it was alright. but seems like I didn't do enough for my part. ahjahahahah. Orbi good. I expect to see a D in my result transcript. *proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My stomach's been feeling strange this evening. There's a sharp stinging feeling every now and then. If it gets any worse i'll need to pay the White people a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well tomolo i'll be going to P. Ubin, for a cycle around the island. Been many years since I last went there. The latest visit was to the so-called 'First Bungalow'. We actually camped in it for a night. The bungalow itself is actually very high-class considering the fact that it was built on Ubin. Can't really recall its story behind it, but anyway it was an abandoned house with some furnitures still intact. It had a fireplace as well, and of course cobwebs. Nice place. And one of the doors was painted &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. And locked tight, or rather sealed. We had a small bbq there and also did some fishing. I caught a pufferfish. ahhaaha. It feigned death. And the poor creature refused to be unhooked, so in no choice, I had to use my then widely-feared (i'm dreaming) TKD kicks to remove it. Actually I kicked it a lot of times because it was suspended and at the same time I felt sorry that I had to do that. Finally, I told the pufferfish to forgive me and volleyed it back to where it came from. By then it should have been dead for a few minutes already. All this were video-ed, and uploaded to my sec sch's online newletter website. But now dunno what happened to it already. And the teacher-in-charge and journalist had already left the school. Btw I was a reporter cum photographer myself, though I didn't contribute much. Well back to the bungalow; it was actually quite a nice place to stay, with a group of people of course. And it was fun. I also scalded my right arm by a kerosene lamp, and the scar still remains.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm sec school life owns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109639316885248744?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109639316885248744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109639316885248744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/bad-hair-day_29.html' title='Bad hair day.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109621749971067154</id><published>2004-09-27T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:51:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day didn't really turn out as I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was already not prepared for work, when I received a call at 8.10am telling me that I'm to get ready for work. K so ten minutes later I was down. And was driven to Lentor Loop at 9am. So we were thinking that there was only a few things to carry and everything should be done by 12pm. But we were so wrong because there were soooooooo many things and many of them were heavy. We made two trips to Punggol in total. And the house-owner was this Lao Chio who was a loaded lonely woman in heavy make-up and skimpy outfit. She go and leave her bag and everything in the room and locked it behind her. So we had to figure a way to lock-pick it, unfortunately, there wasn't the suitable tools around. In the end we broke the door knob and it finally opened after an hour. By then it was 4.30pm and I was tired like after three 2.4km runs and my hands swelled again and i was very dirty and i stink. It hurts so much that i couldn't do much, not even hold a pair of chopsticks properly. At least she treated us to jalan kayu's roti prata and we were paid $60. The prata was quite fragrant, though damn bloody small. Along the way back, our van nearly hit one stupid bugger. The light changed to red and he just dashed across the road. he escaped the first lane with a bus, then our van started to drive and naerly hit him but he was lucky, the third lane was a speeding car since it didnt had to stop for the light, and the left mirror hit that guy and he spun around. then he quickly ran to the other side of the road. fucked up guy. he must have tot the green man means go sideways and the red man go straight or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, reached home, took a good bath, and cycled to ska. reach there i was perspiring already. and the beer has already started. but the food still wasn't there!!!!! so we waited for a while, and the food came. Dum Briyani, Sambal Prawns, Sotong with the black ink, good Dahl, and other side dishes. Man it was fantastic. A pity i ate too much food, otherwise i could have drank more. hahahaahah. so after the food we went into the black belt room to chill out. didnt drink much today lah. need to go sch tomolo at 9. and also because of work i sort of lost the mood. and i was already tired. but im still feeling sleepy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k my hands really hurt. gotta do some more report now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109621749971067154?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109621749971067154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109621749971067154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_27.html' title='.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109604426032377778</id><published>2004-09-25T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:44:20.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I remember~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay I remember what I wanted to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's about two dreams, or nightmares that I've had last night and the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me start with the older one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't remember where I was, or what I was doing. I only remember that I had a bad stomachache. Real bad one whereby the crap's coming off the rectum any moment and would already have if you ain't got good internal strength like I do. In fact, the crap did burst out. It could have been quite a marvel if it doesn't involve shit. My back had shit, yellowish patches of it. My legs were covered in shit like how you do a sand-bathe. And there were soooo many people around. And for some reason I started walking around only with my pants on, which was unfortunately full of shit. I remember myself saying, 'it's the staircases's fault. if i hadn't glided against it, my back wouldn't have shit." i have no idea why is it the staircases' fault. and i seem to be in TP.....eew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the more recent one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one is simple. I was in a cubicle because I felt like shitting. And the usual toilet bowl was occupied, so I had to use the unusual squatting wc. I never liked using those kinds cos it makes my thighs look big and because i take so long to do my business, I usually have difficulty standing up to reach for the toilet paper. Anyway I was squatting, but no shit volunteered to leave my digestive system. And then I had the best fart in my life, or dream, or nightmare. It was loud and looooooooooooooong. I felt as though all the bad and naughty air inside me was about to be emptied! And it's true cos my stomach's problematic. Even though I feel 'bumpings' here and there. Feels as though a lot of gas is trying to force itself out from the stomach. It will be good to clear them. But I can't. And the dream ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My hair is too long and difficult to maintain now. Actually only the hair above my ears. They keep overlapping my ears and I look so dumb and unkempt like that. We've also been warned about our dress code and appearance for the final exams 2 weeks later. Should I go for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hair-trim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109604426032377778?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109604426032377778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109604426032377778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-i-remember.html' title='Now I remember~'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109603817027014231</id><published>2004-09-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:51:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And still counting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0 days. WTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's the most busiest day for me. Started my project right when I reached school at 9.30. Had a carrot cake and Nescafe iced coffee. Both tasted funny. Yeah funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My part of the system is almost completed! Yay. Left about I think 2.59% more to do. But I also found out the worst news. The subsystem that I require from my friend, wasn't developed. He gave up today. And I think he started work today. I dunno whether to hate him or what, but I feel quite sorry for him when he told us he wanted to give up. At least he was working hard on it. Now my subsystem is forced to be static. Should I try to figure something out? I'm tired.....And the report we were supposed to do wasn't touched at all; haven't even read the specs. Now there's the difficulty of distributing the report. Sian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And today I had to see my useless supervisor for so many times. First thing when I reached school I saw him in the lab. Damn it what a bad way to start the day. Anyway it already started. So i did my project faithfully and while at it hope that he will disappear into thin air. And I also went to shit. Took my own sweet time when this cleaner lady kept knocking on the outer door. Wtf I happily shitting u there asking anyone in? I wasn't very sure whether or what to answer her cos she just kept knocking. Eventually she asked the magic question and I could drive her off. K end of shitting. Went back lab, still saw him sitting around. GrrRR. Well, he finally left the lab, and moments later I received his email saying he wants to see a demo of the system. Trying to be internet-savvy or what. Anyway I was quite pissed cos u shd have given us an earlier notice. And I had to skip tutorial for that. It's my last lesson in TP u know u fucking bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gillian boasted her web cam to me today. In it, was featured the three beauties of Engine school, Hui, Ava and herself. but i was busy with my project, so didnt really entertain her much. ahhaha. I also ordered kfc today. The phone operator was so kuku that I wished I didn't call. Took about 10 mins to complete the order, can you believe it? Maybe it was my fault that I panicked when I couldn't provide her with the address for TP, but she's still kuku. Anyway treated the 3 girls to kfc to sort of celebrate Gillian's birthday. She will be 19 come tomolo! Happy Birthday yah? But the delivery came late. And I was standing under the hot sun at the main gate, wearing black. Was afraid that the delivery guy won't see me, so I had to stand out in the open yeah. So stupid of me. He could have called. Duh must be all the programming. I'm becoming more stupid. I also wanted to demand a free delivery from him, but didnt know how to ASK of him. dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But quite a waste cos in the end i ate alone in my lab. ahhaah. at least i met hui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lab's were all almost empty by 7.30pm. But dunno why the lab didnt close at 5.30. Luckily we stayed. And also after finishing my system, i took a break and play virtua tennis again. ahahah. it was the best match ever! So exciting and good tag-teaming. hahaahah. Hai.....that's the last game of online tennis with 4 people in tp also. Had wanted to play warcraft also. but there wasn't enough time to. We finally left the lab at 9pm. And I brought back my board games. hehe. Had the intention of destroying the school's property. But eventually i gave up the thought cos i was quite tired and didnt want to think what to destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just now I was in the lift and this family came in. The youngest daughter was playing with her lantern with she looked up and saw me. I tried to smile at her. She backed away to the safety of her mother. )#YRN#FQ*N(Q#* AM I REALLY THAT BAD LOOKING????? this is the first time such a thing happened! god damn it i inflicted fear in her!!!!! without actually doing anything. omfg i need a face-lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im quite sure there are more things to mention today. but i can't remember. someone said im like an old man. i think i really am. everything's deteriorating. and i suddenly feel that im very short! have i shrunk? i do have a spine problem though. and i'm tired and sleepy. good thing i have Cai Chun Jia to accompany me to and fro school. been listening everyday. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alright it's time to bathe. need a good sleep today. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109603817027014231?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109603817027014231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109603817027014231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-still-counting.html' title='And still counting.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109595991335149012</id><published>2004-09-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T01:18:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And counting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 more day.....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm now I'm confused. Dunno when is the actual date to hand in the system, or do we even hand in at all? Our presentation is on Tuesday, 4pm. Quite a sucky time, but if the submission date is on the presentation day, then we have slightly more time to 'improve' the system. Actually I don't even want to bother about it. Until now, it is still a fucked-up system to develop. Then on that day must come in formal wear. I find it quite retarded to wear smartly and then present some shit which i'm not proud of at all. But at least in the beginning I really did put in effort to lay the foundation of the system. Last night I intended to stay up late to do whatever I can, but felt so sleepy that I stopped and went to sleep at 2am. I also found out the problem after consulting an expert. My version of the various applications are outdated and cannot support some of the more advanced features. Wasted so much of my time and energy. And now there's little I can do at home. Gonna improve on the interface instead. Tomolo do the final report, hopefully can finish on the same day cos the lab's closing at 5.30pm. And maybe make the final changes to my rather incomplete system.&lt;br /&gt;Took a technical writing test this morning. Found that I have some difficulties in writing already. I was supposed to write a letter of adjusment, and I took so long trying to figure a subject line for it. and in the end i forgot that i left it incomplete. duh. It's time to do some reading.....&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad for me now. It'll be the last day for so many of us to be together in a lab full of games. The unity, the laughter, the joy, the food, the music, the craze, the noise, the silence when a stupid lab tech is around, the people! Oh it'll be over in a time sooner than I think. Year 3 has been the best so far - so far, because I might have a chance of retaining, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm was walking home just now, and I saw this guy, quite good-looking. He had deformed legs and was walking in a manner where I thought his legs might just give way any moment. He was on his toes, and his knees were touching each other and it looked dangerous. He must be in quite some pain. And to live with this is not easy at all. Sometimes we complain so much that we dun realise who are the ones really facing big problems. I'm toking about myself. The problems I'm facing is nothing compared to him. I tot when I saw him, what is he going to do if someone attacks him? Yeah karate mind of mine, but wth. He is a very strong person. But since I dun know him personally, i can't say whether he has a good heart or not. If he has a black-heart then i hope he gets robbed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;A friend showed me this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The blogger is really a talented person and I look to her as a form of inspiration to my blog. Though my blog has got totally no shit to do with hers and hers to mine, and I only blog for myself, and I dun care whether anyone reads my blog or not cos it's a record of Jady's life. yes. She shares the same sentiment with me (i think) and that's what a blog means to me. ok i'm starting to lose concentration and can't seem to write sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back to project. *poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109595991335149012?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109595991335149012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109595991335149012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-counting.html' title='And counting.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109587102540783820</id><published>2004-09-23T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:37:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still counting down.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 days.....Muahahahahaahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see.....for today, i've slacked 70% and did 30% work. Fell asleep twice also. Jady can't keep his promise. But believe me, it's only for FYP that i'm like that. I'm not a bad egg. really. And this morning when I reached school, I decided to start work immediately. And was transferring files here and there when I felt like shitting. So i went to shit, and when I came back, I saw the damned SankaraRajulu Sundara Rajulu in my lab. I asked my friend to go for lunch right away and he also readily agreed. Today so many people wearing formal. oh yah it's the last week of school. Bus school was full and pretty ladies and smart guys. And I wonder how all of them can manage to get such expensive wear. Borrowed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway after lunch went back to lab and that dickhead is still there. I went over to my friend's place and wasted a bit of time there. Then finally I felt it was really time-wasting and I went back to my com. Caught a glimpse of him. I think he was waiting for me to say hi to him or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I searched the web for some free Flash intros to dl for my system. And dunno why a lot of the time I found porn instead. hahaah......ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked really scruffy today. Hairstyle didnt come out as i wanted it again. And my eyes look tired. And my face is gloomy. And im being called Fierce again. )(R*FKN#(* YF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had dinner at Jackson's just now. Been so long since I last ate there. The food's still alright. Had a beer also. Wish I hadn't cos i feel more sleepy now. And on the way back we saw a fat uncle lying drunk at the side of the road. He looks cute, haahhaha, and round. And there were vomit on his mouth. ugh.....and he pee-ed in his pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im quite pissed, cos I dunno what's wrong with the error i've encountered. it's similar to the sample coding, but WTF IS WRONG!?!??!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently saw the Fun Camp advertisement. Feel like joining, so long never camping already. But need to pay, and dunno whether really fun or not. And i might find it strange to have to listen to orders from others when i'm a yr 3 student. Hmm still considering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K time to carry on with project again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109587102540783820?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109587102540783820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109587102540783820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/still-counting-down.html' title='Still counting down.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109578198263249323</id><published>2004-09-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:55:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally did some work for FYP. Yes. A few simple lines of coding, and part of it were re-used. But better than none. At least I did something. Dunno why, recently always when I'm about to leave the lab for a meal or to go home, I will feel like doing my project. Especially today cos I wrote a few simple lines of coding, and part of it were re-used. Yes. Tomolo will be the day to decide my fate. Project development day. If I choose to slack, then it's really over for me. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's the worst waiting day of all. 10am+ after my lab, I was already waiting for my friends to come school and then go eat together. Then waited and played games and read comics, and fell asleep. About 1-something I woke up and saw my friends doing their project. And they told me very fast very fast. So I decided to play some more warcraft. 1 hr later they were still on their project. And then they finished it, and went for tutorial. nahbeh. Still one guy told me very quick one. I think I fell asleep again; couldn't remember what I did with the time. Oh I think I did a bit of my project. 4pm they came back. And 4.30 I had my first meal of the day. I was farting non-stop by then. Went to Design school. Bought Chicken Chop with buttered-rice. Tasted so good. And also one of those dough-like stuff with a prawn on it, and two geng jio kuay from the malay stall. The banana cake was big enough to play shot put, and costs only 30c. ahhaahah. I was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After eating we went back to IT's canteen. Was queueing up to pay when this girl behind me made a sound like as though she's seducing some guys to mate with her. otherwise known as 'fa chun'. wahhahaahah. and she noticed that we heard it. it sounded like, horny. ahahah. I think she was grumbling that there weren't much snacks left, but why that kind of sound leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hai.....for the next three hours, I was playing games until 8+ when my friend wanted to leave for dinner. That was when I felt like doing my project. ahahahah. So I wrote a few simple lines of coding, and part of it were re-used. And considered myself accomplished for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a somewhat light dinner of sambal kang kong, sweet and sour pork, hot plate beancurd, and yew zhar kuay. And I still have Hor Fun and Yee Min for my actual dinner. So late then reach home.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To prove that I will do my project tomolo, let me punish myself for the slacking this 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I will not slack already." "I will not slack already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cut and paste job. Does not seem sincere enough. Let's try this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while(!fyp.isOver())&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;System.out.println("I will not slack already.");&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if(fyp.getDaysLeft() == 0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;break;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm definitely a more convincing try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why the fuck am I writing this. Better go watch tv lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109578198263249323?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109578198263249323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109578198263249323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/counting-down-again.html' title='Counting down again.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109569613823540763</id><published>2004-09-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:05:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 days left.....On Friday 5.30pm, the FYP lab closes. I'm so excited about it, though I still do not have a complete system. If we're to present on Monday, which is also the same day as the submission for final report, then we are in quite some trouble. Hope we won't fail. I think we won't. We have a system, only that it sucks. Bad grades? Definitely. I don't care. I pass, i'll go sign on for the army poly-scheme. If fail, see how's the arrangement but I don't mind also, can earn some money first. And go Karate. And regain my figure, ahhahahahah. Crazy. The future isn't bright at all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was another slacking day. I think the only thing i've done that was related to school work during my free time was the Peer Assessment, and printing of notes. Other than that, it was games. Hmm wait I also read up on Chinese Mythologies, and Mortal Kombat news. Was happily playing warcraft, and felt so pleased by my strategy, that I didn't allow any enemy to enter their portal. And I even fell asleep cos I really can't think of what else to do. When suddenly the Ancient Dragons flew past unharmed, and in an instant I have lost the game. This just gives me another reason to try out a new strategy.....oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been saying that I must buck up since the beginning of time and space, but everyday I fail myself. And I don't seem to be bothered by it at all. I just can't seem to work myself to it. Maybe deep inside me I have a strong hatred towards this crap project. I have no integrity. And today I learnt about Integrity in lecture. It means a message must reach the other end in its completeness. I don't have this kind of integrity, and also that other kind of integrity. What's integrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm looking forward to the exams, and holidays. Hope I can get the waiter job. Then hopefully can change a new phone. I still owe $130 for my black belt cert. Damn it I tot the belt and the cert comes together for $150. Grr total is $280!!!!! Luckily got the $100 allowance, if not also dunno how. And my father has been jobless for 1 week now. And my parents quarrel over the slightest things. Especially my father, sooooo petty. I've also inherited the male chauvanistic side of him. Life sucks. School sucks. Vacuum cleaners suck too. Hm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno what to do now. Ok i shall go and watch tv. Bubbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109569613823540763?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109569613823540763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109569613823540763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdown.html' title='Countdown.....'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109535399405134780</id><published>2004-09-17T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:59:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OAIHFoanbOAUFH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah.....today quite busy lah dey! Completed my ENAD assignment! Wooooooo. Special thanks to Alvin for the help. I was actually wasting a lot of time trying to change certain codes yah. So took extremely long to finish my part. Now 3 people's work integrated already. Left another person's, and can start doing the report. After which it's time to concentrate for one last week of FYP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well today i'm very blur. woke up at 7, wanted to wash up, but fell asleep for another 15 minutes. then reached school at 8.10pm. omg tot im gonna get fucked by my tutor. but reach the classroom and saw no one there! damn it i was so anxious and i tot there was no lesson, but i saw a classmate going into a lab so i followed him. but found out he had another lesson going on. so i asked him what happened to cmsk, he said dunno. i was quite blur whether today was thursday or not. then after a while i remembered lesson was supposed to be at 9am. wtf. im becoming stupid. could have slept more. anyway, went to fyp, opened my files, but the stupid com was lagging so badly that i decided to play tennis instead. after that then go for lesson. and i gave a 'talk-of-the-week' dunno why my classmates keep laughing. dun think i said anything funny also. they laugh until i laugh also. see lah. well after this was a lecture. and i fell asleep again. when lecture ended, i went back to fyp lab to do my assignment. was changing the codes and got quite frustrated with the com when suddenly the monitor blacked out. haha, not enough ram. super lag and about to crash any moment. so had to reboot it a few times, and delayed my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heavy rain today. no comments. but too cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i finally finished my enad after straight hours of working and a few games in between, and had to skip karate again cos i dun wan to stop halfway. do do do until my eyes also pain ah. and i felt aching all over. hai. finally left the lab at 9+ to TM and watch 9.45pm Dodgeball. ahahahah. sort of relax lah, even though i've relaxed so much. quite a lamely funny show. 6.50 would be a better price to watch. and then because we havent had our dinner, we took a cab from tp down to cs and bought long john silver's while i bought the tickets. was rushing cos reach there already 9.45. then went inside at about 9.55 but the show havent start. the worst part was we were about to start eating when the staff came in and chased us out for bringing outside food. quite paiseh, but act like no big deal lah. the staff was saying someone complained about the food. i dunno who so boliao. some more is we just started opening the packets and got caught akready. wtf so suay. so we went outside the staircase there and gobbled the food. shd be about 5 mins finish eating, went to toilet, went back and sit down the show just started. cool. i think the uncle was waiting for us. ahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the show was filled with adult humour and crappy actions. but alright lah. after the show caught the last bus and now im home. so late. and tired. and smelly. gonna go bathe already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tomolo will be a good day! must go for karate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852166-109535399405134780?l=yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109535399405134780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852166/posts/default/109535399405134780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yayihavemyownblogalready.blogspot.com/2004/09/oaihfoanboaufh.html' title='OAIHFoanbOAUFH'/><author><name>I'm searching no more</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230998263324718947</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-7852166.post-109526832215047371</id><published>2004-09-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T08:48:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woopee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, great day today I must say. Especially during evening. Well morning alighted at the main bus stop, and i saw TP's Fat Cat!!!!! so cute. today slept at the first seat nearest to the stairs. couldn't resist stroking it. it was trying to fend itself but i think it got tired and i started to mess up her head. and my friend dragged her along the seat by the paw, but she didnt even seem to bother. haha. so lazy. k reached school, did some slacking, then went for lunch at CS. hmm the food court got one stall selling fish cutlet rice not bad eh. though $4.30 is expensive and the rice and other side dishes look pathetic, the fish cutlet is tasty. and then i bought Malt Porridge again. so much better than TM. Then went to sembawang to check Cd price and after that to TM and compare the price. Same. So bought it there. Cai Chun Jia. Her voice is really very Chun. Songs are ok. But she's the opposite of Sun Yanzi. CJ is voice nice but song not that nice, YZ is song more nicer than voice. And then 'Kan Jian' is actually sung by her! All the while I thought it was Kit Chan. Quite an old
