<?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-9770471</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:39:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claven</name><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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-897798126530881019</id><published>2008-10-19T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:39:22.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Ong Junjie Kelvin mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true? You decide...&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;I had a pretty boring weekend this week. Didn't do anything on Friday night except getting enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on Saturday with Iris and her classmates to Bugis to have steamboat. It's been so long since I had steamboat. Saw the movie Max Payne afterwards, and it wasn't that good to me. Action packed movie with minimal storyline. Take away all the demons and all the other weird stuff (which wasn't even necessary in the first place) and you get a simple/boring movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents cooked today, so I stayed home the whole day. So my level of boredom is at its high. Gotta go back to Sembawang camp tomorrow, and then Tuesday would be my last day. That would mean that I have to head back to Seletar camp and begin my staying in process again. I really don't feel like staying in after being able to stay our for such a long period of time. I'll miss my bolster! And my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9770471-897798126530881019?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/897798126530881019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=897798126530881019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/897798126530881019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/897798126530881019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-ong-junjie-kelvin-mean.html' title='What does Ong Junjie Kelvin mean?'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6172834273605629879</id><published>2008-10-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:31:30.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy to Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm just really lazy to update my blog nowadays. I started this blog last time when I just wanted to write stuff down, and now, Life's treating me pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it can still get better... (like ORD-ing). LOL. I've only been in NS for about 4 months, and i'm already thinking about ORD-ing. Guess everyone needs something to look forward to huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and keep this entry short, because i'm now on course. And that equals to staying out everyday. But that also means that I have to wake up at like 5.30am every freaking morning! my course is held at Sembawang camp. FAR RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I went to Genting and KL not too long ago. Some pictures are on my facebook, so you can take a look there if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a chalet organized by my camp mates just this past weekend. There was alcohol, and I drank a little too much Vodka. Vodka makes me drunk REALLY fast. But it was still fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gotta go now. 6 hours of sleep is all I have left, and that's NOT ENOUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6172834273605629879?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6172834273605629879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6172834273605629879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6172834273605629879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6172834273605629879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy-to-update.html' title='Lazy to Update'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4363793923734728756</id><published>2008-08-31T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:50:03.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update.</title><content type='html'>I know... I haven't updated this blog in like what? Almost a month? Well, time is so precious to guys in NS especially when they have to stay in camp. Blogging is probably the last thing that I would wanna do. Besides, what would I talk about? All I can blog about is how boring my life is, and how much I hate it right? The entry would look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 on monday. Worked till 5:30. Went back to bunk. Watch videos on my Ipod. Went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rinse and repeat that process for 5 days, and you will know how my life is for that week. Interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i'm blogging now is because, well I have tons of time. I'm on duty now (Well, I wrote the entry then, I'm just posting it now). Yeah, on a Sunday. But hey, a boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do right? This is probably the process of "becoming a man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are now not in Singapore, as they happily packed their bags and left for Hong Kong on Wednesday. Leaving the pitiful me, and Kelson in Singapore all by our lonely selves. Haha. I actually did the laundry on Friday for my first time. Okay, it was my first time doing the laundry at home. I obviously had to do my own laundry during my time in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Tekong, several people are about to enlist in a matter of weeks (Guess it's days now huh). Good luck to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping i'll be able to go on a trip to maybe Genting (yes, for like the 4th time this year) or maybe to Redang Island at the end of September. I seriously need a vacation out of the country to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried using facebook a few days ago, and is it me or is it supposed to be confusing at first? I think i'm starting to manage to get my way around, but it's still confusing.&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;Person A: Oh, so they're playing games now?&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Yeah, Tennis. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there at that moment. It was hilarious, but I didn't wanna embarrass Person B. So I tried to contain my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELISSA! I have to say it now cuz I probably won't have the chance to on the actual date...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4363793923734728756?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4363793923734728756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4363793923734728756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4363793923734728756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4363793923734728756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-update.html' title='Update Update.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8727659930262158126</id><published>2008-08-04T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:16.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click.</title><content type='html'>You know the movie Click? Yeah, the one where the guy finds a remote control and is able to fast forward his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that there was a time machine or something similar to that so that I can just fast forward all the way till 15/06/10. Yeah, the day that I ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I already so badly want to ORD when I've not even enlisted for 2 months. I want the freedom that I used to have. The privilege to go home everyday after work. I was seriously not mentally prepared for this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, there's a moral behind it. It's something like, you can't fast forward the tough times of your life. Or something like that. I didn't finish watching it so I don't really know/care. Imagine if i can just click a button, have a dream that basically will allow me to know what happens in these two years, wake up, and ORD.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm enjoying the weekends though!&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing I can look forward to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SJci6XodGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cpuljmfdk0w/s1600-h/Beatrice%27s+B%27day+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SJci6XodGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cpuljmfdk0w/s400/Beatrice%27s+B%27day+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687878385571890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SJcmh-IH0WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sLpSEPoXCw0/s1600-h/Me+%26+Carina+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SJcmh-IH0WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sLpSEPoXCw0/s400/Me+%26+Carina+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691857268724066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some random photos taken over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8727659930262158126?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8727659930262158126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8727659930262158126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8727659930262158126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8727659930262158126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/08/click.html' title='Click.'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SJci6XodGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cpuljmfdk0w/s72-c/Beatrice%27s+B%27day+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6410048196682799276</id><published>2008-07-29T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:43:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted Out</title><content type='html'>So I'm out of training, and now I'm being posted out. I've now been posted to Seletar East Camp... I wonder if it's going to be a good place or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, but I'm actually going to miss some of the times that I had during my BMT days. I'm going to miss some of the people (surprisingly haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really have to thank my Platoon Sergeant Yi Qun for making things interesting in BMT. He taught us discipline, but at the same time, there was a time for fun and a time for seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my specialist for my right chest pains already, and now they're also referring me to a heart specialist. They believe that there's a possibility that the pain that i'm feeling may be caused by the heart. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I miss alot of people now. I haven't met up with so many people this past month and a half or something. Why aren't you guys contacting me!?!? Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6410048196682799276?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6410048196682799276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6410048196682799276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6410048196682799276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6410048196682799276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/07/posted-out.html' title='Posted Out'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4150914050972521669</id><published>2008-07-20T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:25:18.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booked out on Friday night, and I gotta book back in in about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;This is a repeating thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had a good weekend though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4150914050972521669?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4150914050972521669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4150914050972521669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4150914050972521669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4150914050972521669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories.html' title='Repeats'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6314455655559829318</id><published>2008-06-29T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:30:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booked out yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta book back in tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6314455655559829318?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6314455655559829318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6314455655559829318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6314455655559829318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6314455655559829318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/06/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-9095282676843681953</id><published>2008-06-16T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:25:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Up.</title><content type='html'>It's finally time for me to be enlisted into the army. I'm totally not looking forward to it, but lets just hope that I will enjoy my time in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a lot of fun these past couple of days as I had to put the last of my days before I entered the army to good use. It's now only 10 hours away before I have to be at Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my phone and the stupid phone states that I have several numbers under the same name [Home number &amp;amp; Cell number] but then when I try to look for the cell number, It doesn't show! So if you do call me, be prepared to answer the: "Who are you?" question. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It's time for bed so don't miss me too much... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu-Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-9095282676843681953?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/9095282676843681953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=9095282676843681953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9095282676843681953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9095282676843681953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/06/times-up.html' title='Time&apos;s Up.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-9000400883021160481</id><published>2008-06-09T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Ceremony Pics</title><content type='html'>My mom's friend finally came back from Dubai on Saturday, and it probably won't be long until they'll have to leave for South Africa... So we met them for dinner during Saturday at Blk 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa yesterday with Iris and her bunch of classmates. It was really fun with playing ultimate frisbee and all. But i didn't manage to get to play volleyball... Then I had dinner at Carls Jr. and man are those burgers HUGE. The burgers in the US aren't as big as those at Carls Jr. if you were wondering. Or at least I don't remember them being that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, here's some pictures from the graduation... I know they're a little late, but better late than never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 2 &amp;amp; 3 classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CTWlNk5I/AAAAAAAAANg/xKd4V_K7sec/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CTWlNk5I/AAAAAAAAANg/xKd4V_K7sec/s400/IMG_4072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209893244184138642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CTo3N8II/AAAAAAAAANo/f7d-6ou4fzQ/s1600-h/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CTo3N8II/AAAAAAAAANo/f7d-6ou4fzQ/s400/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209893249091498114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Suraj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CT_OhUHI/AAAAAAAAANw/kTbypODkmzk/s1600-h/IMG_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CT_OhUHI/AAAAAAAAANw/kTbypODkmzk/s400/IMG_4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209893255094816882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy, Shwa Juan, Yong Sheng, Me &amp;amp; Chee Chuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BvdZhl9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EkCklroALqU/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BvdZhl9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EkCklroALqU/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892627538876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BwRrvbBI/AAAAAAAAANA/RPJ5vMo9EJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BwRrvbBI/AAAAAAAAANA/RPJ5vMo9EJ4/s400/IMG_4023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892641573923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BxeESUOI/AAAAAAAAANI/fZ8eRY4Cr0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BxeESUOI/AAAAAAAAANI/fZ8eRY4Cr0Q/s400/IMG_4025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892662077968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP Groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1ByM8inJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cFdZ1grDSig/s1600-h/IMG_4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1ByM8inJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cFdZ1grDSig/s400/IMG_4041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892674661948562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the grad ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BzKq_mrI/AAAAAAAAANY/uytAIgWfilw/s1600-h/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1BzKq_mrI/AAAAAAAAANY/uytAIgWfilw/s400/IMG_4046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892691231349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saw Kung Fu Panda 2-3 days ago, and I thought that it was hilarious. Found 100 dollars in my drawer that I didn't know was there. $100 more to spend before I enter the army. Haha... I wanna have the Tung Lok Dim Sum Buffet again before I enter the army! Who's willing to go with me? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Shawn a few days ago, and he was telling me about what his friend once told him. (Let's call his friend as Sara, so it's easier to explain the story). Sarah once went to Australia with her brother who was in primary school at that time. An Australian walked up to him, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G'day mate!" and tried to have a conversation with him. However, Sarah's brother didn't reply at all and after the whole situation, Sarah asked her brother why he didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's Brother then said: "No Lah! I Hate him! He call me maid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, an exact week before I enter the army. Mixed emotions about it. Some days I'm alright with it, but on other days, I kinda get freaked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-9000400883021160481?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/9000400883021160481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=9000400883021160481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9000400883021160481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9000400883021160481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/06/grad-ceremony-pics.html' title='Grad Ceremony Pics'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SE1CTWlNk5I/AAAAAAAAANg/xKd4V_K7sec/s72-c/IMG_4072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3058903527807501728</id><published>2008-06-03T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:59:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years of Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break a mirror and you have 7 years of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had 7 years of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I caught the mirror in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my fast reactions! Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3058903527807501728?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3058903527807501728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3058903527807501728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3058903527807501728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3058903527807501728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-years-of-bad-luck.html' title='7 Years of Bad Luck'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5148099438744611360</id><published>2008-06-01T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:35:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Graduation was on the 28th of May, and it was much faster than I anticipated. I expected the whole thing to last at least 2 to 3 hours long, but it was over in about an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally supposed to meet Candy and some others at school at 3.30pm but I didn't manage to get there on time and got there at 4. Didn't eat at all the whole day as I was in a rush to get a plain white shirt on graduation day itself. Thank god I went to get a plain white graduation shirt cuz I didn't, I would be so paranoid about everything as everyone was wearing a plain white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were also supposed to be there but they brought the car for servicing at Queenstown and the car wasn't ready until about 3.30pm. They would then have to rush back home, get changed and get back down to school so they ended up not going as they supposedly had to be seated by 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was kinda fun as we started talking about Sher Liat. Yeah, almost everyone knows who Sher Liat is. After graduation, we started taking photos, and I'd post them up as soon as I resize them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarke Quay afterwards and ended up eating at BreWerkz. After dinner, the rest left and I met up with Suraj and Xia Wen. The others left at about 11, and Xia Wen &amp;amp; Suraj didn't arrive until about 12. Thank god I found myself a comfortable couch in the shopping center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went drinking afterwards, but we only had a little. They we decided to go to Mcdonalds to use the free wireless as we wanted to check something. The wireless was down, and we just stayed at Mcdonalds all the way until about 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home right afterwards but my stomach was feeling a little weird. [It must have been the oily Hash Browns] Got home at 7.30am, and slept at 8.15am. I didn't wake up until about 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus and Serena Williams crashed out of the French Open. I don't have any reason to watch the French Open anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only damn 15 days to go. Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5148099438744611360?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5148099438744611360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5148099438744611360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5148099438744611360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5148099438744611360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7956064667283300081</id><published>2008-05-27T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:08:27.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my Dad's Birthday, he turns 49 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Xing Yue's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave for my my dad's birthday dinner soon.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to not be disappointed is to never have any hopes in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you live life without having any hopes in anything or anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7956064667283300081?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7956064667283300081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7956064667283300081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7956064667283300081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7956064667283300081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7390902411958814422</id><published>2008-05-27T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:30:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sleep...</title><content type='html'>Slept at 5:30am yesterday, and I woke up at 8.45am. Damn fucking construction workers were drilling the walls early in the morning. Is this even allowed? Isn't there a law that states that they're not allowed to be doing construction during a certain time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept drilling and drilling, and it seemed like they were creating a hole big enough for an elephant to walk through. Why the hell are they "upgrading" the place anyway? The place looked perfectly fine. And more importantly, It was PEACEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna upgrade the place? Get rid of the residents that live on the 1st level that leave their bra and panties out to dry along sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, very minimal sleep = cranky.&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;It feels like I'm counting down the days till I die. The day where nothing else matters. Where personal interest, and dreams are worth nothing more than the dust on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this would affect me as much as it has. What happens after? What happens during? Questions after question, but still no answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7390902411958814422?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7390902411958814422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7390902411958814422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7390902411958814422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7390902411958814422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-sleep.html' title='Little Sleep...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8462936477857120104</id><published>2008-05-25T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:56:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days to Graduation.</title><content type='html'>It's 3 days to graduation. Where would you guys like to go and have dinner afterwards? Does this place seem nice to you guys? [http://www.hogsbreath.com.sg/] Check out the menu and tell me what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching One Tree Hill yesterday, and I laughed hilariously when this was said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told Jaime [my son] that my dad went to jail because he didn't clean his room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I originally had plans for both Saturday and Sunday. But It turns out, my ass has been in the house for this whole weekend... Sad right? What are the chances that both of your plans would just get shot down like that? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally had plans with my cousin and friends to go to Kbox yesterday, but that didn't happen because my cousin had to study, and one of my friends had no money and had to paint the house or smth. Or at least that's the excuse that they gave me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to go to Sentosa today with Iris and her bunch of friends. But then she never called me yesterday, and when I called her, she didn't pick up her phone... What's up with that? Lol. Okay fine... I don't pick up my phone at times too, but it's always because it's on silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went to the Singapore Expo today for the Robinson's Sale, Food Fair, and the Popular sale thing. Most of the time was spent at the Robinson's sale though. Went to the food fare, ate some dinner, and then rushed over to the popular fair. By the end of everything, my lower back was in so much pain from walking and standing for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the French Open has officially began. Go Serena &amp;amp; Venus Williams! Go Djokovic! lol... But why the hell is it not showing on channel 24? They used to have every Tennis Grand Slam shown on that channel... Now where can I watch it? I gotta call and ask them up tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait nevermind. I found out that it's now on Channel 22. Maybe it was on channel 22 all along. Haha. It's been at least 4 months since I watched tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just informed by someone of this news, and it sounds VERY ridiculous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the website: http://en.afrik.com/article13630.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="titreune1"&gt;President plans to kill off every single homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="chapeau"&gt;Gambian President Yahya Jammeh says he will “cut off the head” of any homosexual caught in his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="lettrine"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ddressing supporters at the end of his meet the farmers tour here Sunday, Jammeh also ordered any hotel or motel housing homosexuals to close down, adding that owners of such facilities would also be in trouble. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the Gambia was a country of believers, indicating that no sinful and immoral act as homosexual would be tolerated in the country. He warned all homosexuals in the country to leave,&lt;/span&gt; noting that a legislation “stricter than those in Iran ” concerning the vice would be introduced soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Jammeh said he was bent on making the Gambia one of the best countries to live in&lt;/span&gt;, adding that his government had spent over US$ 100 million towards the development of the country since 1994. He said, however, that almost 98 per cent of the amount had gone to foreigners.&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;What are your views on this? As I said earlier, it sounds ridiculous to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that ridding a country of homosexuals would make a place better? &lt;i class="spip"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8462936477857120104?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8462936477857120104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8462936477857120104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8462936477857120104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8462936477857120104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-days-to-graduation.html' title='3 Days to Graduation.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2446256739911686131</id><published>2008-05-22T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:01:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alps Cafe</title><content type='html'>Went to Sentosa on Sunday with Daniel and Leon along with my brother and Adam. We were at KM8 at the Tanjong Beach and hung around there for about 8 hours. My arms are now still kinda red. Saw Chen Han Wei, and Fiona Xie while we were there along with this DJ named Steve Aoki. I had no idea as to who he was. Wanted to order a bottle of Sarong Fly (Vodka with some special syrup that they won't ever tell you) but we were informed that it was 1 for 1. So we had two bottles of alcohol for the price of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a little bit too fast and got kinda tipsy... (I only ate a little bit that day and I only had 3 hours of sleep each day for 2 days). Left the area around 8.30 and I felt like dying. I had a terrible headache and I had no clue whether it was the alcohol, lack of sleep, or the fact that I barely ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got TONS of rest on Monday and Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming yesterday at Tampines with my brother. It feels good to get some exercise in here and there haha, but I'm always too lazy to do the exercising by myself. Called up people who lived around the Tampines area as I wanted to have dinner... Eventually, I called up Iris and she happened to be at Tampines Mall. Met up with her, and had my dinner. I then later went drinking with them as it was their graduation day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Alps Cafe around Dhoby Ghaut area and they were also planning to watch the Champions League Chelsea vs Manchester United... Well, Alps Cafe is practically the bar where the Chelsea Fan Club members frequent. The inside of the bar was reserved for those only in the Fan Club, but somehow, we managed to secure our seats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris, being a huge Manchester United fan (It's all because of Christiano Ronaldo) wanted to cheer for Manchester United. But I didn't feel like getting beat up by a bunch of Chelsea fans so she had to hold in her excitement and happiness every time that they scored a goal. It's kinda interesting to see how crazy some soccer fans are... There were reporters and photographers from Today newspapers, so don't be surprised to see my picture on Today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food at the bar is pretty good, and the pricing is pretty decent as well. Alcohol wasn't all that cheap though... 138++ which equals to 163 for a bottle of Chivas... Anywayz, got back home at 7am, and had a good sleep till well, about 3. The only reason why I eventually got up was cuz Iris called me. Else, I'll probably sleep till dinner time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2446256739911686131?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2446256739911686131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2446256739911686131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2446256739911686131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2446256739911686131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-to-sentosa-on-sunday-with-daniel.html' title='Alps Cafe'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7183600008075829093</id><published>2008-05-17T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:45:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Micronesia is Over!</title><content type='html'>My weekly Friday night entertainment has officially ended. The season of Survivor Micronesia is now over, and the wait for the next survivor is now on. Of course, the next season won't air until I'm in Tekong, so I'm not really anticipating it as much as I normally would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum Buffet at Tung Lok again tomorrow with my cousin and friends! I seriously need to start exercising... I've been having an urge to swim these past two days but it just never happened. I didn't want to go swimming by myself, and those living close to me are either not free, or not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa on Sunday! Hopefully it happens cuz I'm dying to play volleyball. It's just not the same when you're playing volleyball with a net and a court as compared to just hitting to ball from person to person. My parents are also coming back on Sunday... The house just feels kinda empty when they're not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I gotta sleep now... Gotta wake up at like 9 tomorrow if I wanna get to the restaurant in time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7183600008075829093?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7183600008075829093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7183600008075829093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7183600008075829093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7183600008075829093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/survivor-micronesia-is-over.html' title='Survivor Micronesia is Over!'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3666057637805430081</id><published>2008-05-15T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:28:01.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy But Fun Days</title><content type='html'>Phew... It's been a pretty busy past couple of days and I've enjoyed them. Well, I didn't enjoy so much today, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I met up with Wanying and headed to Downtown East to have our lunch, and to watch the movie Ironman. Pretty good movie, but my mood wasn't all too good when I got out. There was a kid sitting two seats away on my left who kept talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why no ironman!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why Ironman explode?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Just now the ironman like this... *Makes his best impression of ironman*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just shut up!" was what I wanted to say to the kid. But I held it in. In between the kid and me, was either his uncle, or father. Thank god he's sitting in between us or else I would've been so tempted to smack the words out of his mouth everytime he opened them. And the parents or the adults that accompanied him didn't really try and ask him to shut up. What is this world turning into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after, I met up with my Mom and headed to Tampines where she was meeting up with one of her colleagues whom I knew after seeing him so many times. We were clueless as to where to eat, so we headed to Swensens. We had to wait for about 45 minutes before we could get a seat. 45 MINUTES! Singapore is WAY too damn crowded. Headed home after dinner and stoned in front of the TV when Survivor Micronesia came on... [Cue Survivor Music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 8.30am the next day as I had to attend an award ceremony that my uncle was in. He won some kind of Model Worker Award and was so proud of it. Haha. Headed to Tung Lok Restaurant at East Coast right after for Buffet Dim Sum! - It's just so damn good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines right after as my Mom didn't wanna drive far, and me and my brother started shopping there. I finally managed to buy a Volleyball, and it was only for $17... That itself made my day. Saw the movie What Happens in Vegas later in the day, and there was an irritating guy sitting right next to me that kept talking. Why do I have such bad luck in the theaters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a sign that's telling me to stop watching movies when they're just released as the chances of meeting irritating people in there are much higher. Headed home with our happily purchased items and I snored my ass away as the night changed to day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day, and I headed downstairs with my brother to play some volleyball. It's been so long since I've been in contact with a volleyball. I miss the sport just that damn much... Headed to my niece's 1 year old birthday party at Aloha Loyang and caught up with all of my cousins and we played card games such as bluff, and The Queen Says. The initial plan was for me to stay till early in the morning, but that didn't happen as everyone headed home around 10-ish 11...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back down to the Chalet on Monday but I brought my volleyball this time. We spent quite alot of time playing v-ball which was great... BBQ-ed some marshmallows after that, and I was satisfied. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my medical appointment on Tuesday and stupid things happened. Nothing's wrong with me though, it's just I realized I have a doctor with a brain size of about a pea... And his handwriting is like... Well, everyone knows how bad my chinese is right? I might understand the letter more if it was written in chinese. That's how bad his handwriting is. At one point, it even seemed like he wrote: "Oceans who with Joy". That's how bad it was. I'll scan it up one day, and we can play a guessing game. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, met up with my uncle after that to pass to him our camera as he was heading overseas, and then I met up with Shawn. We headed to this Horse Stable (The name of it is like Gallop Stable) at Pasir Ris park, and we had our dinner there. The Fish n Chips that I had were pretty good though... Walked back after that, and me and Shawn played the guessing game when I opened up my Doctor's Letter. I asked a random stranger to see if he was able to read anything, and he just shook his head over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, and helped my mom rip songs from cds into her mp3 as they're heading for Genting tmr. I've been doing the ripping of songs, and naming of songs since like 4-6, and 8 till 2! That's like.. 8 hours. I've never worked on something for such a long time before. Lol. Well, I meant like after my school days were over, I've never been so hardworking on just one specific task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents are away until Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong anyone???&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathons at my place anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go to Sentosa this weekend to play Volleyball.... Anybody even interested?&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;P.S.: Yes I know... The hint was way too obvious. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3666057637805430081?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3666057637805430081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3666057637805430081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3666057637805430081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3666057637805430081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-but-fun-days_15.html' title='Busy But Fun Days'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2695647728403746337</id><published>2008-05-01T00:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossal Squid</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a long time, so here I am. I've not been doing much lately, only meeting up with Shawn every once in a while. I get so lazy when it's time to blog, and I have no clue why. So anyways, Met up with my FYP groupmates last week. Headed to Waraku for dinner and then we went to Paulaner's Bar for a drink. Caught up a little bit and that was about it. Nothing special to talk about. Haha... Oh wait... There was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Waraku, I ordered this set where you're supposed to pour the eggs into a hot plate that's sitting right on top of a fire. Well, The plate was tilted at a certain angle, and I didn't even notice it. So when I poured the egg, all the egg white fell right out of the plate onto the tray. Leaving only the egg yolk. And I don't eat egg yolk! I like the egg white! Stupid Gravity... I hate gravity sometimes. Especially when you fall face flat in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've just read of a news of a Giant Squid that was caught in 2007 and they were thawing the giant squid Live on webcam. The Giant Squid or scientifically known as Colossal Squid is  about 10m, 495kg, and if you were to cut them into calamari rings, they would be the size of tractor tyres. However, according to them, it would taste like ammonia... So no huge calamari rings for us... If you don't know how big this is, I drew a cute little picture for you to understand the size of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SBilXWx4uLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8OOl0OGrWIc/s1600-h/Giant+Squid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SBilXWx4uLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8OOl0OGrWIc/s400/Giant+Squid.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195083990842259634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Wa Lao... I'm damn proud of my drawing of the Giant Squid Okay? It looks exactly like a big Sotong lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that the eyes of the squid is about the size of my head? Well, they said that it's eyes are like the size of dinner plates. And as round as my face is, I don't think it's bigger than a dinner plate. If that's not big enough, they said that it can grow considerably much larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I would not EVER want to be stranded in the middle of the ocean. I'd rather be stranded on an island. I can then pretend I'm on survivor. Haha. The song that plays before an episode of Survivor comes on is now currently in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these free times, I've also been watching Youtube videos and I now I'm in love with a song called "Say It's Possible". It's written by Terra Naomi, but so many others have sang their own version of it. I know that most people don't view the Youtube videos when it's put up on a blog, but just listen to it when you're bored alright? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite version of the song. By Jay Brannan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H95hu4vGGog&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H95hu4vGGog&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is a duet... It's really nice as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTjAN9BK6PY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTjAN9BK6PY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to get my graduation robe on Friday along with my classmates. And I also have to buy my laptop adapter cuz the wires inside has snapped. I believe Monday I'd FINALLY get to eat the Dim Sum buffet at Tung Lok Restaurant at East Coast that I've craved for so long! Anybody wanna come along??? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I stumbled upon Gary Cao Ge's blog earlier today, and he mentioned that he's going to have a concert in Malaysia, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Taiwan, and Singapore! Hopefully this information is real &amp;amp; true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for today, take care guys, and I'll try and blog more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2695647728403746337?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2695647728403746337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2695647728403746337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2695647728403746337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2695647728403746337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/05/colassal-squid.html' title='Colossal Squid'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/SBilXWx4uLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8OOl0OGrWIc/s72-c/Giant+Squid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2788997207594746173</id><published>2008-04-21T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:32:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>What goes around comes back around. This is the same for both bad and good karma, and I've not been receiving bad karma these past couple of days. But let's not jinx myself here... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Shawn last week for badminton, and I was sore all over... But then I probably gained all the weight that I lost back as I met up with him for Jco Donuts on thursday. They're pretty good, but still not as good as Krispy Kreme... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then later met up with Suraj right after that and we went to boat quay as he wanted to meet up with the guy for a job as a valet. I believe he got the job as I was trying my best to be distracted besides the fact that the weather was freaking hot. We then later walked to Marina Square from boat quay and had dinner at Waraku... My favorite Japanese restaurant. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my uncle's place on Saturday as my mom and my aunts all wanted to play mahjong. They started playing at like 7 and only ended at 2am... approximately 7 hours for 2 games... Speaking of Mahjong, I feel like playing mahjong right now... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my god-parent's place yesterday and had steamboat for dinner... But before that, I went over to my god-brother's place. He has this surround sound, a 40 inch plasma and he started playing Jay Chou's concert on it. Damn, it sounded, and looked good! So yeah, not much is going on these next few days. Although I'm supposed to head over to borrow the Graduation Gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is the outing still on for April 24th? Why aren't there any plans yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2788997207594746173?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2788997207594746173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2788997207594746173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2788997207594746173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2788997207594746173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-893525032230441243</id><published>2008-04-14T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:40:16.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Ok... So I've been back for like 4 days already, but I've just been too lazy to blog. I left for Genting on the 8th of April at 7, and I arrived at Genting around 2-ish. After checking in, and placing our bags in the rooms, we headed down to the Indoor theme park area where the food and all the shopping were at. We were initially supposed to eat at this Hainan place for lunch, but we changed our minds after looking at the menu. We then headed to Marrybrown for lunch. (This was the only time I ate from the fast food restaurants when I was there!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later got the Indoor Theme Park tickets and we played the Bumper Cars and the Indoor Roller Coaster the most times. There was only one strategy when it came to the Bumper Cars: 5 on 1. The 5 of us all attacked Leon. This was the case for all the 3 times that we played. We then walked around the place looking for a place to have dinner. We walked to the buffet area at Genting Highland resort, but the food did not look appetizing. We then headed to some kind of a coffee shop place at the Resort Hotel. We had steamed fish, deer meat, sambal kangkong and some kind of chicken, and it only costed us SGD $7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two came by and that was the day for the Outdoor Theme Park. We first met up at 10am and I had Dim Sum for breakfast. We then headed straight for the Theme Park, and the first ride that we took was the Pirate Ship. I've never taken the Pirate Ship for about 9 years because I find it really scary. And after 9 years, I still have the same conclusion. My mouth would tremble every time the ship was going down and couldn't even scream. The only way was to laugh it off. Me and my cousin started laughing uncontrollably on the ride, and I was saying the word "Fuck" every time the ship would go down. But of course, I tried to say it softly as there were others on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd ride that we went on is my personal favorite, the Corkscrew. I love the corkscrew, especially the first drop. My cousin who loved the Pirate Ship said that the Corkscrew was scary. They were practically screaming my name throughout the whole ride as if they were blaming me for making them go on the ride. After that, we decided to go slow and just rest for a little while. We took some pictures, and took some kiddy ride called the space station or something. It was so stupid. They then headed to play the Super Toboggan which I did not play as there was a weight limit. And surprise surprise, I'm over it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then later went to play the swing that swings people round and round. I sat out of this one as well, as I did not feel safe with just a metal wire supporting all of my weight. We then later went to play the roller coaster meant for 4 people, and then it was the spinning tea cup afterwards. This was hilarious and I did NOT want to be seated with Leon in a cup. I wanted to share with my cousin and her bf because we did not want to spin the cup. However, there wasn't enough leg room and I had no choice but to get in the cup with Leon. He wanted to spin, I didn't. So we spent the WHOLE ride making it a battle of strength. He'd try and spin one way, while I counter-react. When I got off the ride, I was SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to play the flying dragon roller coaster and this was probably a bad idea. The ride tosses you from one side to the other which causes your legs and arms to knock against the inside of the ride. I'm surprised I didn't get any bruises after that ride. And then it was time for the Rolling Thunder Mine. This ride has been closed for the past 5 trips that I've been there. So I was very happy when I found out that it was operating. After this, they wanted to reply the Pirate Ship, and I chose to sit out of that one. Then it was back to the Corkscrew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Theme Park, We had lunch at Kenny Rogers, and then me and my cousin went to the karaoke while the rest went back to rest. Soon, it was dinner at the same coffee shop again. Headed to the arcade afterwards, where Leon found a cheat way to garner tons of tickets. We eventually managed to get enough tickets for Candy to redeem a stuffed toy elephant. The next day rolled around and we were on the bus headed back for Singapore, but after some shopping of course. Anywayz, I had tons of fun on the trip, and all the trouble that I had while planning the trip was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested on Friday, and then I went out with my mom and my brother on Saturday. We headed to Chinatown as my brother had to get some school stuff, we then went to some restaurant for their deserts (Which is really good - I had Creme Brulee). Afterwards, we went to a Fish Spa. You know, the ones where the fish nibble on your dead skin... It was so ticklish at first, but then you get used to the feeling after awhile. Headed to my Grandma's Birthday dinner afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the movie Untraceable today, and it's pretty good. So yeah... I'm lazy to think of something interesting to blog about, so I'll leave it for another time. As for now, at least you're updated with what I've been doing... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures from the genting trip when I actually get them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-893525032230441243?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/893525032230441243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=893525032230441243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/893525032230441243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/893525032230441243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7086471929631805715</id><published>2008-04-07T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:14:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Genting</title><content type='html'>So i'll be leaving for Genting in like a matter of hours... Well, it's technically like tomorrow morning, but it actually feels more like late tonight than tomorrow morning. As you all know, my sleeping times have been pretty irregular so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gotta get toiletries, I still gotta change money, and I haven't packed my bag yet! That's me, everything's like last minute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7086471929631805715?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7086471929631805715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7086471929631805715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7086471929631805715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7086471929631805715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/04/pre-genting.html' title='Pre Genting'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-9094875635609160467</id><published>2008-04-01T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:18.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I last blogged, so here I am. First off, the Genting trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so frustrating organizing this trip. The trip to Genting was supposed to be a class thing, but it didn't turn out so well. Tons of things happened in between the confirming and the booking of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The original people confirmed going were:&lt;/span&gt; Me, Chee Chuan, Yong Sheng, Candy &amp;amp; Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people that are booked for Genting are:&lt;/span&gt; Me, Candy, Chris, Shu Juan (My Cousin), Bernard (Cousin's BF), and Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people that are going to Genting are:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I don't know yet. I hope it's not going to change, but so much happened in between confirming and booking the trip that I'd be stupid to not have my doubts. But I'm praying HARD that there's no more changes. If there are changes, I'd hope that it's additions instead of withdrawals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in between confirming and booking? Well, I'm not posting it here as I'd definitely step on some toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the number of people going constantly changing, the price of the trip was changing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was originally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$113&lt;/span&gt; (5 stars and Grassland)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$105 &lt;/span&gt;(If I booked the hotel and bus tickets seperately. This included free breakfast + Magic Show Tickets)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$98&lt;/span&gt; (If the bus tickets were from Sri Maju instead of  Stars or Grassland)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$108&lt;/span&gt; (The hotel rooms were fully booked when the people going were confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$113&lt;/span&gt; again (Cuz we were at People's park and were lazy to take a cab down to Golden Mile)&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$88&lt;/span&gt;. Grassland had some kind of promotion. (But no Free Breakfast &amp;amp; Magic Show Tickets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to book the trip with Candy and Leon on Friday. Then Me, Leon, and Candy met up with Chris at town and had dinner at Ajisen. Went to Coffee Bean afterwards and talked. I was then asked to attend Chris's Birthday Celebration on Saturday. Went to Chris's Birthday Party which was at the Bukit Timah area if I'm not wrong. Got to meet one of Candy's Cousins Adeline, and One of Chris's BMT friend Bo Wei. Ugh... The sound of BMT makes me cringe. Anywayz, here's a picture that we took when the lights at the pool were turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R_E4FlBzrFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4RrQqtG6tdY/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R_E4FlBzrFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4RrQqtG6tdY/s400/DSC00783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183986314570345554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights were turned off as we stayed till around 2am. Bo Wei who lives in Tampines then drove Me and Leon (who was going to stay at my place for the night) home. We came home, and I showed Leon the first episode of The O.C. He got pretty hooked on it right away. I forgot how good The O.C. was during Season 1. Anywayz, I slept at 8am, and then woke up at 2pm. My brother's friend was also over at that time, so the 4 of us slept on 2 single beds. SQUEEZY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro's friend (Adam) rented a car that day, so the 4 of us headed out afterwards. We picked up one more of my Brother's friends John, and then we headed to Popeye's for dinner at the Singapore Flyer. We walked around the Singapore Flyer for a little while then they decided to play LAN at Orchard. I SUCK AT COMPUTER GAMES. So imagine how bad I was when they decided to play Counter Strike. I've only played it once before and that was like 8 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, We dropped Leon off at Dhoby Ghaut MRT station as it was like 11:30 pm. We then headed to Changi Airport to pick up one of Adam's friends Sherry. We then headed to Changi Village for supper then went to the beach afterwards. We then got back into the car, and went to Punggol to look at the house that's supposedly haunted. You know, the house that's in the middle of a field? So we drove around it. We were scared as hell when we couldn't start the car but it was because Adam didn't have the gears in the correct position or smth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Holland Village and drove around looking at the Rich People's Houses and we got lost while trying to look for a house at Ewood Park or a road that sounded something like that. We were turning around and around trying to look for the Ewood Park road for at least 2 hours. Haha. It was actually fun getting lost! We took a break from looking as we had to urgently use the bathroom. It was only then when Sherry asked a guy where Ewood Park road was at. The guy told us that it was at another place. pointing much further from where we were looking for the road. When we finally got to Ewood Park, the lights were all off (it was like 4am at this point) We then sent Sherry home, sent John home, and then I finally got home. I was practically dead at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had tons of fun. Shu Juan and Bernard and one of my friends are coming over tomorrow to play some Mahjong. Wish me luck! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-9094875635609160467?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/9094875635609160467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=9094875635609160467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9094875635609160467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/9094875635609160467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-couple-of-days.html' title='Fun Couple of Days'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R_E4FlBzrFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4RrQqtG6tdY/s72-c/DSC00783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2261112461772785271</id><published>2008-03-24T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:12:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So the most recent thing that I did and that's worth mentioning was that I went to the S-Pop Hurray's finale yesterday night. My auntie had 4 free tickets, so I went with my mom, and my uncle and auntie to the show. It's my first time to the Indoor Stadium, and they closed off like half of the stadium, as they didn't do a circular stage. Some performances were boring as hell but some were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Sheng Jie's peformance was good. The performance where the guy sang "Yi Ren Yi Ban" was probably my favorite though. It sounded really good. In the end, the song "Fa Shao" won, but who really cares about it? The song wasn't that good in my opinion, and half of the people in the stadium left before the results were announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at Genting websites and websites of tour agencies. Planning this trip isn't that easy. Gotta find out the hotel price, gotta check the bus coach ticket price. Why not go through a tour agency? Cuz it's a little more expensive. $113 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes well, I'd be able to book the room including the bus coach ticket, free breakfast, and a free magic show ticket for $98. Much more worth it right??? But then there's the credit card problem... None of us has a credit card! Then there's also another problem, the $98 one has to have an even number! We're now at 5 people. Yeah, I know that the 3rd person can squeeze into a room with 2 others. But then we'll only get 4 free breakfasts and 4 magic show tickets. What will the 5th person do then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I'm still looking forward to the trip whenever it is. At least it takes my mind off of having to enter the Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PES status was originally PES D as they needed to look at my medical records from CGH. For those that know me, I would get pains in my right chest area as there's something in my right lung. It's most probably a scar tissue from when I had Pneumonia when I was in the US. So anyways, at times, my right lung will just hurt for no reason and I wouldn't be able to breathe. The chances of this happening is increased when I'm running, or doing some rigorous exercise. SJ, CC, and YS, I believe you've seen me in pain before when we were rushing to get to class on time in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after reviewing my medical record, they upgraded me to PES BP. Yeah, the obese one. 4 MONTHS BMT! And when I called them to find out if they already recieved my medical report, they said that they already recieved it. And the admin guy that I was talking to said - and I quote: "Everything is fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost for words when I heard those three damned words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2261112461772785271?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2261112461772785271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2261112461772785271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2261112461772785271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2261112461772785271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7989529398934911108</id><published>2008-03-18T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:37:53.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain Complain!</title><content type='html'>Argh! I'm so pissed off right now... I just came back from watching 2 movies. Yeah, we had a movie marathon, and one of the movies just sucked so badly that it's beyond words. First off, I saw the movie "The Chronicles of Spiderwick". That movie was actually really good. It's comedy, and suspense all wrapped up into one movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie that sucked like hell was "Rule #1". It was a waste of money, and time. So if any of you guys are planning to watch the movie, Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started off really good as it was scary and as much as I don't wanna say it, I was covering my eyes at certain parts of the movie. Hey! It's not like you don't know that I'm most afraid of these kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hated the movie and so did my friend who saw it with me. But then Chee chuan liked it, so believe whoever you wanna believe then. If you did watch it, please leave a comment as to whether you liked the movie. I just hated the story of the whole movie.&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;I just attended a wedding dinner on Saturday, and I had so much fun. We had fun making different types of drinks, and coming up with cool names for each of them. Lol. The funny thing is that most of us sitting at that table didn't know the couple that was getting married. Haha. I'm excused because it was my god-father's cousin (but is only like 20+) or smth. lol. But my god-cousins didn't even know as well. They didn't even know if they were relatives with the groom or bride. Anyways, the food was great, but the thing that I enjoyed the most was the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7989529398934911108?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7989529398934911108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7989529398934911108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7989529398934911108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7989529398934911108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/complain-complain.html' title='Complain Complain!'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6206064738809629693</id><published>2008-03-13T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:57:46.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me on the train - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for the delay in between these two posts. I've been really lazy these past couple of days, and whenever I would have a feeling to blog, I'd be too tired to do so. So, let's just carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that listen to music really loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people seem to be deaf. If I'm able to listen to the song that's playing on your ipod, then don't you think that ipod may be a little bit too loud? The worse thing is when I'm able to listen to the song that you're listening, WHILE listening to MY songs. Ear checkup maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that lean on the poles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poles are meant for people to hold, and not for you to lean on. The glass panels that you see when you walk in the train is meant for you to lean, but not the metal poles. I've seen inconsiderate people lean on the poles when the train is packed. The other people would have no choice but to try their hardest to balance themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that shake their legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm sitting down, and I'm enjoying my music. Another person sits down beside me, and starts shaking his leg. Just in case you don't know, I can feel it. So what do I do? Well, I start shaking my leg too. After a while, they'll get irritated, and when they stop, I would considerately stop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that fall asleep and starts to lean towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing that probably annoys me the most. The only reason why it's number 7 is because sometimes, you just can't help it. But it's so irritating when the person beside you leans closer with each stop of the station. I remember once I purposely jerked my leg just to wake the person beside me up. In another scenario, I saw a guy falling asleep, and the girl beside him kept staring as if he did it on purpose. She probably thought that he did it purposely just to get close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that talk really loudly on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually occurs when the elderly receives a phone call. They practically scream into the phone. I could even hear it WHILE listening to my Ipod. I then later turned it on louder that I probably became the irritating one in Number 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that play music on their phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably think that they're so cool because their phones can play music. Well, News Flash: So can mine, and the person beside me probably can too. In fact, more than half of the people on the train probably owns a phone that can do that. So stop acting cool, and turn the damn phone off. Or at least, play some NICE music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids that run amuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those super energetic kids that scream and shout upon entering the train? Well, then afterwards they run around the poles and chase after one another. I'm so irritated by them that I just wanna stick my feet out when they run past me. Call me mean, but it's just SO annoying! Maybe it's because i'm not all that good with kids, but I think that they should be brought to the zoo or something. Let them run around that zoo. They'll be too tired to even talk when they're on their way back home. I'm happy, I'm sure the kids are happy that they could run, and the parents get a break. Everyone's happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that places their bags on the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is your problem? Put the bag on your lap, or put it on the ground. Why are you placing them on the chair that is meant for a person's ass? Did your bag pay for a MRT ticket? Are you being charged double? I bet the answer to those questions was no and no. So put the bag or groceries on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties      that Rush for seats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens, then you see a bunch of aunties that seem to be taking the shuttle run in the NAPFA test. They come in, their eyes scan the horizon, and they run towards the prey. In this case, the prey is the empty seat. Just 3 days ago, the door opened, and this auntie came lunging forward. She scanned the horizon once again, but there just wasn't any empty seats. What did you expect? You boarded the train at Bugis! After seeing that there weren't any seats, she had to end it with the "Tsk" sound. So Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also this day when I saw a woman who boarded the train at Tanah Merah. She stood at the door and her luggage was on the floor while she carried a small little bag. As soon as someone stood up, I saw a small little boy heading towards the seat. But he was cut off as this auntie ran  towards the seat as if there was a 50 dollar bill. She ran to the seat, placed her small little bag on the seat to "reserve" it, and then went back to her luggage and dragged it across. If she had to carry the luggage then alright, you probably need the seat. But the luggage was on the ground. Couldn't you have the little boy take the seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People      that dig their nose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna do so, please do it discretely, while using a tissue. But most uncles, you know, the ones with the super long pinky fingernails do so openly. They dig and dig and then after doing so, they flick whatever "treasure" they found which is utterly DISGUSTING. This should be a crime!&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;So there it is, the top 15 things that annoy the hell out of me when I'm on the train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6206064738809629693?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6206064738809629693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6206064738809629693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6206064738809629693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6206064738809629693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-annoy-me-on-train-part-2.html' title='Things that annoy me on the train - Part 2'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-220068870717252961</id><published>2008-03-10T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:44:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me on the train - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Alright guys, in an attempt to revive my dying my blog, I've decided to inform you guys on the things that people do on the train that annoys me. As most of you know, I live in Pasir Ris and study in Dover. I've spent... a total of 637.5 hours of my last 3 years of my life on the train. That's a total of 26.5 days. Most of the days, I'm able to tune into my own world with my Ipod and pretend that I'm a billionaire during the 45 minutes. However, on days that I forget my Ipod, every little thing that people do can get on my nerves. And here's a list of them, all 15 of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties      and Uncles that expect you to stand up no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OK, I might sound like an inconsiderate prick by saying that, but there are times when we young people really need the seats too. But some older folks come in through the door, walk right in front of you, and stare at you waiting for you to stand up. I'm not even sitting under the sign which states to give up my seat in such cases. And for those that don't know, the sign says: "Please give this seat up to those who may need it more than you do." Who's to say that I don't need the seat? What if I just ran a marathon and my legs were numb at that moment? (Although we all know that me running a marathon is an impossible thing) But what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I went crazy that day and ran a marathon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People      that read newspapers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Besides watching loads of people snatching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free&lt;/span&gt; Today newspapers given out in the morning, you'll have to be in the train full of people reading them. I don't feel that there's anything wrong with reading the newspapers on the train, but don't you think reading them when everyone is packed into the train during the morning rush hours is inconsiderate? The worse thing is when you're standing right beside them and the newspapers start tickling your arms. It just makes you wanna rip off the corner of that newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People      that carry huge bags and places them on their lap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does it take a genius to figure out that if the length of the bag is longer than the width of their two fat thighs, it would be wise to just put the bag on the ground? There was one girl who was carrying a huge bag and tried to fit it onto her two skinny thighs. She was dumb enough to not realize that the bag was resting on one of my thighs. Skinny so what? No brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People      that sit with their legs wide open, including girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your balls got that big meh? Keep your legs closed so that the others also have some leg space lah. There have been several times where I'd witness girls wearing short skirts sitting with their legs open, and it's not really an appealing sight. But of course, it turns on some guys, well, Old men rather. They'd keep looking as if they were waiting for the golden egg to pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People      that take off their shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If the shoe was that uncomfortable, then why buy them in the first place? It obviously wasn't that good looking as you would then place your feet over the shoes squishing the design and the shape of the shoe into that of a slipper. Am I the ONLY one the think that it's a little bit unhygienic or inappropriate for someone to remove their shoes? It could just be me as I have something against feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 10 will only be posted tomorrow. Haha... I'm tired right now as it's 5:45 am. And I gotta meet up with Suraj tmr. Yeah, I gotta board the train. Guess it's good I have my Ipod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-220068870717252961?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/220068870717252961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=220068870717252961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/220068870717252961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/220068870717252961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-annoy-me-on-train-part-1.html' title='Things that annoy me on the train - Part 1'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5180459468853612251</id><published>2008-03-06T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:16:23.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Disorder</title><content type='html'>I think I have a sleeping disorder. I sleep 12 hours a day, and I still feel dead tired when I wake up. When I lay my head on the pillow to sleep at night, I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep. I rolled around in bed yesterday for about 4 hours before I finally slept at 8:30am. I slept when the sun was rising, and I'm awake when the sun is about to set. This has gotta change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I met up with Wan Ying, my kindergarten and my primary school friend, who also happens to share the same birthday with me.  We went to watch a movie at Cineleisure, spent about 2 hours at the board game store at Takashimaya. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my primary school friend yesterday for dinner. We were talking about some of our primary school classmates, and out of no where, one of our primary school classmates show up at Pasta Mania, which was where we were having our dinner. The three of us then talked about our primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I originally planned to list down the things that people do on the MRT that annoys me. But I just got so lazy right now, so I shall post them during my next post sometime soon. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5180459468853612251?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5180459468853612251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5180459468853612251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5180459468853612251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5180459468853612251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-disorder.html' title='Sleep Disorder'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3066954665438822324</id><published>2008-03-01T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:18:38.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Swan</title><content type='html'>How will life be like without Youtube? Without Youtube, I'd be unable to watch Surivor and America's Next Top Model whenever I miss an episode. You can find practically anything on Youtube, including Taiwanese Celebrities that can barely speak a sentence in english making fun of the way how Singaporeans speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the lady that was talking about the pegnant (pregnant) incident? She later claimed that she was actually making fun of her own hearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I just started to watch clips of Miss Swan again, and I cannot stop laughing. I think she's absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Swan at the movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVXViw1qx9o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVXViw1qx9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Swan at the ATM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pP7jdeLC0wE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pP7jdeLC0wE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Swan at the Customs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSUk6-onr8E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSUk6-onr8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I got a B+ for my Internship. Ugh... B+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gary Cao Ge is going to be at Bugis at 6pm tomorrow! Well, technically today...&lt;br /&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/9770471-3066954665438822324?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3066954665438822324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3066954665438822324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3066954665438822324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3066954665438822324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/03/miss-swan.html' title='Miss Swan'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3894118225604696042</id><published>2008-02-26T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:13:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>So I keep getting asked this question: "So what are you doing now?" and the answer to that is: "Um... Nothing". Yeah, I'm not doing anything YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my days of doing nothing, I was Youtube video hopping and I stumbled upon the the following video. This video has been on the news before where the Taiwanese Celebrities criticize the english language that's spoken here. Here's the Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYuIg7Tnc7g&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYuIg7Tnc7g&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but to me, they're in no position to judge especially since they say "Thank you" as "Sank You". It just eliminates their credibility to judge how Singaporeans speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been watching the Jurassic Park Series during my time of doing "nothing". And I LOVE the freaking movies so much! I now prefer the 1st and 3rd movie over the 2nd one. The first movie just had a better storyline. And the 3rd movie had more Dinosaurs. lol... I have no clue why I'm fascinated over Dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm just going to abruptly end this post here as I suddenly lost interest. I'll try to blog again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3894118225604696042?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3894118225604696042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3894118225604696042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3894118225604696042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3894118225604696042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/doing-nothing.html' title='Doing Nothing'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6018927486013166905</id><published>2008-02-23T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:09:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Chalet</title><content type='html'>So I finally decided to stop being so lazy and to finally blog a post. So the class chalet is finally over and it was pretty fun. Of course there were people that rubbed me the wrong way, but what can you do about it? It's bound to happen when you're with that person 24/7 for 4 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys probably know who it is, and if you think that it's you, well it's probably not. Because those people actually doesn't read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prior to the checking in on the chalet, Candy and CC came over to my place to get the NUS and NTU registration done. Which made me feel that a load was taken off my back. (Remember that we still have to send in the documents that NUS wants!!!) We then rushed off to the chalet as it was 4:20 and the last time for checking in was at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was filled with chalet stuff such as card games, mahjong, BBQ-ing, Waterbombs, Sleeping late at night, and waking up around noon for breakfast. 4 days went by just like that, and here I am at home. I don't know if it's because I was so exhausted by the chalet or what not, but I've only been waking up at 4pm for the past couple of days. Because of the time that I wake up, I've only been having one meal a day. Is this good or bad? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that Tung Lok Dim Sum Buffet so badly... Who's willing to accompany me there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll post the pictures of the chalet when I actually get them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'm gonna try and get some motivation to blog. Lol.&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-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Searching for Motivation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6018927486013166905?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6018927486013166905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6018927486013166905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6018927486013166905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6018927486013166905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-finally-decided-to-stop-being-so.html' title='After the Chalet'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4700661635910240795</id><published>2008-02-18T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:01:12.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>I'm been a busy person this past week. I haven't my usual 15 hours of sleep that I usually have when we're a month into the school holidays. But then again, this isn't really a School Holiday either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy day today, and I've still got more to come in the next several days. The chalet begins tomorrow, but I haven't even packed my bags yet! And on top of it all, I (&amp;amp; a few others) have to submit the application form for NUS, and NTU. I'm probably just going to give NUS a miss since I'm not in the least interested in the courses that they're providing. And based on what I've heard, NTU's Business course is a hard course to enter. In other words, I have a 0.01% chance of getting into that course. But hey, there's still a chance that an asteroid will hit Singapore and kill all the other 99.99% people that have better grades than me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my plan? Get that Certificate in Hospitality Information Technology, go to NS, see if I'm able to study part time for more tourism courses, get into the tourism line, and slowly climb the corporate ladder. It's only a matter of time before my face appears on the Newspapers. Below it, it'll state: "Chairman of _______ (whichever privileged company)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Genting was pretty alright, but the weather was cold as hell. I pretty much caught a cold at Genting and I'm still having the symptoms here at home. Yeah, I think I fall sick really easily too. This is probably the 3rd or 4th time falling sick in the past 2 months. The one thing that attracts us &lt;del&gt;teenagers&lt;/del&gt; *Ahem* men to Genting is probably the Theme park. However, that was the one thing that I didn't do. I wasn't feeling very well, as I already caught a cold on the first day of the trip when me and my brother's friend both dared each other to take off our jackets in the freezing weather along with the strong winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know... Stupid move. But I used to be able to do it in the US mah! Why not now? So anyways, I spent most of my time eating and shopping on the first day. On the second day, we finished shopping and got so bored. We then decided to sit around this place called GoGo Cafe while waiting for our movie to start. We then started chatting with the people that worked there.&lt;br /&gt;I also watched the movie Meet the Spartans and Jumper in Genting. Jumper being the better movie of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Chalet is tomorrow, and I've already got all the food. What would you guys have done without me? Haha. Anyways, I hope that we'll all have a great time since it's probably going to be one of the last times that we all hang out as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities not yet planned yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I get scolded by SJ saying that the chalet was boring and that it should've been held at Downtown East... Candy, CC, YS, Daniel...Help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep now. Gotta wake up a little earlier as some of them are coming over to do the NUS and NTU registration together.&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-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired... Tired... Tired... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4700661635910240795?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4700661635910240795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4700661635910240795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4700661635910240795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4700661635910240795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2163296320695772641</id><published>2008-02-14T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:42:39.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>I missed Singapore during the first few hours that I was in Genting. I can't believe that I did though. Lol... But, 3 days has gone, and I'm finally back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy now to type out a long blog post about what I did though. Although it was mostly, Eat-Sleep-Talk. Anyways, more updates tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Chalet is this Monday to Thursday! Feb 18 to 21st!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2163296320695772641?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2163296320695772641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2163296320695772641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2163296320695772641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2163296320695772641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2525015637415637827</id><published>2008-02-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm now currently 20 years &amp;amp; 2 days old. Ugh... OLD ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Feb 10, I went with Candy, Bernard, and my cousin Shu Juan to Waraku for lunch. It's weird as I once said that I wanted to have my birthday at Waraku when I first ate there. However, without planning, I ditched that idea but I still ended up having Waraku for my Birthday meal. All 3 of them paid for me... Thanks! We then headed to Kbox after that sang till 9pm, and I headed home since my cousin and Candy Ho had to work the next day. I stopped by my friend's (Xing Yue) place as she had bought a present for me. Haha. I was totally not expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my family today for my birthday as my brother couldn't make it yesterday as he had to work. The original plan was to go for the Dim Sum buffet that I love at Tung Lok. However, they didn't have the buffet during the whole damn CNY period. We then ended up at Waraku AGAIN. And both times were at Marina Square. The waiters and waitresses were the same lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to pick something up at my mom's friend's mom's place. My mom's friends, Pepsi (Yes, Pepsi Cola that Pepsi) and Desmond are currently in Dubai. And knowing my love of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, they asked Pepsi's Mom who was visiting to bring back the doughnuts for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7Mf_6nEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWcvI5BnQCg/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7Mf_6nEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWcvI5BnQCg/s400/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764227272186946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look closely, It's TWO boxes! I didn't eat the CNY goodies so that I wouldn't gain weight, but these doughnuts are IRRESISTIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a picture of my niece Lovell. Isn't she just cute? She started chasing after my dog Vicky when she was on the stroller when she came over to my place during CNY because she wanted to play with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7L__6nCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vAdgEzomZfE/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7L__6nCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vAdgEzomZfE/s400/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764218682252322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just talking about heading to Malaysia earlier today with my parents. We then went to the tour agency to find out if there were vacancies to go to Genting tomorrow. 5 Star didn't. But Grassland did. So we're heading to Genting in just about 7 hours. Kinda last minute right? Haha. Alright, I'm off to pack my stuff for the Genting trip... Have fun and take care guys! Miss me!!!&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More serious stuff... I know I promised to scan the Tourism Brochure but I forgot all about it, and i just did it. I don't have a scanner so I took a picture of it with my Phone Camera. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7M__6nFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YUc7ZK83Dns/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7M__6nFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YUc7ZK83Dns/s400/DSC00712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764235862121554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7MP_6nDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rQxu5P2nb90/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7MP_6nDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rQxu5P2nb90/s400/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165764222977219634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that it's so blur. But that was the best that I could do at the very last minute. Here's the contact information since it's practically illegible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquiry: Shin@sp.edu.sg&lt;br /&gt;Contact Person: Won Shin Yueh&lt;br /&gt;Contact Number: 67721916&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Tay, Here's some things that I need to find out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What time the classes are&lt;br /&gt;- Where the classes are at&lt;br /&gt;- What to do if I pay, and then I have to enlist in March?&lt;br /&gt;- Will there be a cert that shows that we took this course upon completion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are it. Lol. Enough questions already... Thanks so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember to wait for me to register for NTU and this Course hor! lol. Thanks once again!!!&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-style: italic;"&gt;Off to pack now... &lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2525015637415637827?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2525015637415637827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2525015637415637827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2525015637415637827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2525015637415637827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R7B7Mf_6nEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWcvI5BnQCg/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4369533841187689217</id><published>2008-02-10T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:08:49.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm 20 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4369533841187689217?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4369533841187689217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4369533841187689217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4369533841187689217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4369533841187689217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2599225989241050041</id><published>2008-02-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:29:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is around the corner, in just a matter of hours. I've just completed cleaning/packing the room to make it look neat and stuff. The decorations are up, and so are the new curtains. The cleaning has FINALLY come to a halt. This is my 4th CNY ever since I came back from the US. It doesn't feel that way though. I for some reason only feel like this will be my 2nd CNY since I came back. Well, I'm just waiting for my parents to change, before I head off to my Aunt's place for the reunion dinner. On the other hand, My brother's still sleeping his butt away. Just waiting for me to wake him up as soon as my parents are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Happy Chinese New Year to you guys, and I hope you guys get lots of money for the Ang Paos. But hopefully not as much as me though. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Remember to save some of the money that you receive for the Chalet! Bye for now, I'm off to my Aunt's place to EAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2599225989241050041?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2599225989241050041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2599225989241050041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2599225989241050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2599225989241050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4642099850999409939</id><published>2008-02-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doughnuts</title><content type='html'>I used to love Chinese New Year. Why is it that I have a sudden hatred for it? Well, I don't hate CNY itself, I mean who in the right mind would hate receiving Ang Paos right? But I hate the Pre-CNY Cleaning which seems to be a tradition that everyone followes faithfully and blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I understand when you have to clean the tables and the papers lying around on the ground so that the house has the Oh-So-Clean look. But my mom is digging through the cupboards which contains papers and a bunch of other stuff. If nobody's going to see it, then is there really a need to clean it? Did I mention she's really moody when she does the cleaning? She becomes REALLY moody even though she herself WANTED to have it cleaned. Oh well, Just a couple more days before CNY arrives as this Spring cleaning is just driving me insane. Even though I haven't been doing much. Which would possibly be why I'm being nagged at so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the donut craze that Singapore flew into a couple of months ago? I guess that craze is slowly dissipating. Just like the Bubble Tea craze years ago. The Queue for the Donut Factory used to take HOURS. But, being the smart person that I am, I decided to wait for the craze to die down. Lol. I went to the Donut Factory yesterday, and I queued for about 5 minutes. Beats the 2 and a half hours huh? However, I still prefer Krispy Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R6MsURl_NeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KTQsKVR1f_A/s1600-h/Krispy+Kreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R6MsURl_NeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KTQsKVR1f_A/s400/Krispy+Kreme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162018324728460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donut Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R6MtAhl_NfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hW7Mpoke6v4/s1600-h/Donut+Factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R6MtAhl_NfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hW7Mpoke6v4/s400/Donut+Factory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162019084937672178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut Factory wins based on the presentation of the donuts. It looks so much better tasting too! But the donut just isn't as soft as Krispy Kreme though. But that's just my opinion. I want some Krispy Kreme Now!&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;I just finished Grey's Anatomy Season 3, and they mentioned this line: "What's worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful? Or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New wounds that are directly on top of the old wounds are what hurts the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4642099850999409939?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4642099850999409939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4642099850999409939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4642099850999409939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4642099850999409939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/02/doughnuts.html' title='Doughnuts'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R6MsURl_NeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KTQsKVR1f_A/s72-c/Krispy+Kreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5584863601283410357</id><published>2008-01-30T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:53:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goo-gle-a-ble</title><content type='html'>Ok ok... The pictures taken at Sakura is now up in the iwantiwant4862 Yahoo! mail account. The password is still the same. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Botak Jones for dinner yesterday. It was my first time there (Ya I know... Mountain tortoise) and I had their Chille Dog. It was freaking good...  I cleaned the whole freaking plate which is a great achievement. Haha... I wanna go back there for dinner right now! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I attempted to get dinner at Elias Mall like 2 days ago. We (My parents and I) wanted to get food from the new "Zhi Char" place that just opened. We waited and waited, and the food didn't come, so we checked with them if they had forgotten our order. We then later heard a lady that was working there telling another lady that she would have to wait as WE were there first. But when the food came out, they gave the food to THAT lady! We then decided that we were tired of waiting, and left the place an hour and 10 minutes later. That's 70 minutes of my life that I won't be getting back. Do you know how precious 70 minutes is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've travelled to City Hall, and back to Pasir Ris AND still have enough time to stop by Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for my Oatmeal Cookie Chunk (or is it Dough?). Obviously I haven't been there in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody here google themselves up? I visited CC's blog just a while ago, and found out that he's googleable. (Pronounce it as goo-gle-a-ble - Ya, it's a new word that I created). Attempted to do it for myself and some others, and the blogs DO show. CC's blog appears as the 2nd link if you type in Chuanism in google. (SJ &amp;amp; Candy - You guys also appear in that search. Don't ask me why though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy is also googleable, Keyword: Tinggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also googleable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the 3rd page though. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5584863601283410357?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5584863601283410357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5584863601283410357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5584863601283410357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5584863601283410357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/goo-gle-ble.html' title='Goo-gle-a-ble'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5028882773316877307</id><published>2008-01-26T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:20.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Attachment</title><content type='html'>So my attachment has ended, but I still haven't had the chance to get 14 hours of rest just yet. I'll eventually get the chance to though. I went to the attachment debrief yesterday and from what I believe, I didn't get an A for my attachment. This is so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the attachment is over, I'm feeling really weird now. I'm not happy, and it feels like I'm nervous about something that's coming up. But I really don't know what it is. Can it be my NS medical? Is it the fact that I'm done with Poly? Just what the heck is causing this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Sakura for dinner yesterday with the FYP peeps and we stayed there from 6 to 10. I was SOOOO bloated right after that, and I just felt like vomiting. Blame the Sashimi, Yam Paste, and all the great tasting food there. It just made me wanna eat and eat. But I guess it's alright as that was the only meal that I had for the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some Chalet plans during the 4 hours there, and there's still a HUGE grey area of how much food to get and a bunch of other stuff &amp;amp; I got the Gary's 3rd album yesterday as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R5sOBxl_NdI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ez__W3gzKBI/s1600-h/Gary+-+Super+Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R5sOBxl_NdI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ez__W3gzKBI/s400/Gary+-+Super+Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159733221738362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To SJ, YS, and CC: I posted the New Year Pics in the email account. You guys can get them at the Yahoo! account of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Username: iwantiwant4862&lt;br /&gt;Password: (I sms-ed) you guys with the pwd already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to upload the pictures that we took yesterday. I'll do so soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5028882773316877307?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5028882773316877307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5028882773316877307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5028882773316877307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5028882773316877307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-attachment.html' title='After Attachment'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R5sOBxl_NdI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ez__W3gzKBI/s72-c/Gary+-+Super+Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1229299402010439616</id><published>2008-01-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:58:11.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There...</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog for several days now. But can you really blame me? I've been busy on the weekdays, and then on weekends, I'm busy catching up on my Zzz hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so close to the end... Just another day left! I would jump up and down if I could, but doing so will only make my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick (Again) you see... I think I caught a cold yesterday, and my throat is killing me as well. And I can't think at work when I have the flu! It feels like all my brain cells (which is alot by the way - lol) converted into the runny mucus and makes me lose my ability to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, able to think, or not able to think. One thing's for sure. I've got one more day at TNT left and I'll definitely remmeber this no matter how much brain cells the flu converts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1229299402010439616?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1229299402010439616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1229299402010439616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1229299402010439616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1229299402010439616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-there.html' title='Almost There...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2278000939016570005</id><published>2008-01-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:50:14.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more working days for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how you can be so happy, and then reality just hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you're welcome. (I didn't even get a "Thanks" after staying up till 3 plus to complete it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it seem like you're doing me a favour when you're just obviously going to claim my work. (Your "I'm going to do the presentation for you" isn't really convincing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I (painstakingly) put the graphs in Powerpoint (after several hours) cuz you said you wanted it to look presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a copy of it in the excel file for easy reference. (So you don't have to open up the powerpoint EVERYTIME you wanted to look at the graphs). Now you complain there's duplicates? If you don't like duplicates, then just hit the "delete" button on the keyboard after selecting the file you don't want. (I'm so terribly sorry for making you click and press a button on a keyboard. Guess that's too much effort for you to do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you do in that cubicle of yours anyway? Of course, besides downloading reports, and thinking of new reports to make my internship program a living hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'll still have to send you a "Thank You" card at the end of the attachment. Does anybody know where to get REALLY sarcastic "Thank You" cards? You know, the ones that say "Thank You" but actually really means "I Hate You" when you read what the rest of the card says?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;some bosses are such asses.&lt;/del&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boss is such an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: I was happy because CC sent me two Cao Ge Songs out of the blue today. - Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2278000939016570005?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2278000939016570005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2278000939016570005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2278000939016570005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2278000939016570005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-more-working-days-for-me.html' title='5 more working days for me...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7913471509862228176</id><published>2008-01-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lost my freaking TNT Temporary Staff card! I now have to make a police report…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s freakishly strange how I always manage to do something that’s the opposite of what others tell me to do.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t lose the card - but I lose it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t fall asleep – I go to Lala land and wake up the very next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tell myself: “Don’t forget that I have to send a letter today” – I send it 2 days later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;No, seriously. I tell myself: “I’m going to forget to send that letter” just so I’ll remember it. And even if I don’t, I said I’ll forget about it right? Call it reverse psychology, call it crazy, call it whatever you want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What the hell did I do that caused so much bad karma? It’s only 8 days into 2008 and I have bad karma coming around? I’m nothing but nice… Why me? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures that are way over due. I know CC, SJ, and YS have been waiting for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the band that were playing at Hard Rock on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TU_4IVJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iIoYSOH9X64/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478067482862626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TU_4IVJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iIoYSOH9X64/s400/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Cam Whoring, then there's Cam Hogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAIIVJDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UDV7O1JWV0k/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478071777829938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAIIVJDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UDV7O1JWV0k/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I take the picture, YS then falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJEI/AAAAAAAAALA/durQbelTa7E/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478076072797250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJEI/AAAAAAAAALA/durQbelTa7E/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Open up your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJFI/AAAAAAAAALI/OIT_087H2fo/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478076072797266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJFI/AAAAAAAAALI/OIT_087H2fo/s400/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe He's too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qRkcYZ-Ac1c/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478076072797282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVAYIVJGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qRkcYZ-Ac1c/s400/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ, What's wrong with your fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVxYIVJHI/AAAAAAAAALY/ih7Gre2IMno/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478917886387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVxYIVJHI/AAAAAAAAALY/ih7Gre2IMno/s400/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ, your fingers again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVxYIVJII/AAAAAAAAALg/1KOzefZRwic/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478917886387330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVxYIVJII/AAAAAAAAALg/1KOzefZRwic/s400/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to make some "Snow" effect. Ok, I probably failed terribly but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVx4IVJJI/AAAAAAAAALo/XmyjpdhxQOw/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153478926476321938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TVx4IVJJI/AAAAAAAAALo/XmyjpdhxQOw/s400/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;By the way, I got back my Staff Card. Someone found it and returned it to the HR department. Told you that I did good deeds! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have piles of work to do... Ugh! 15 more days!!! (Including Weekends) If not, 11 more days to go! &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/9770471-7913471509862228176?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7913471509862228176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7913471509862228176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7913471509862228176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7913471509862228176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R4TU_4IVJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iIoYSOH9X64/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5526108104462927639</id><published>2008-01-06T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:23.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvYIVI9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1JyWZTaJZIM/s1600-h/485770934_db5c8af0a2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2007 has gone and passed, and it’s now 2008 (Happy New Year guys!). I’m just hoping that 2008 will be much better than 2007 because 2007 probably takes the cake as the worst year of my life, and I pray and hope that it stays that way until the day I die.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happened in 2007, Final Year Projects, Internship (which I still hate btw), and a bunch of other stuff which is still bottled up. The first half of 2007 was good, and then it was just awful when it was nearing the end.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The worst thing of all was that the person whom I trusted so much wasn’t even there, or even bothered. And to think that I was warned of this behavior years ago by others. Guess I learnt my lesson.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, It’s a totally new year, so I’m just hoping that this year would turn out much better. Maybe this is the year that Melissa Nguyen visits &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Keyword: Maybe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I definitely feel like traveling overseas. No, not someplace like Johor Bahru. I’ve been there way too many times for grocery shopping. Not Pulau Ubin, and don’t give me that crap saying that you’re “going over the sea”, and this certainly leaves Pulau Tekong out of the picture just as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Redang Island Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvYIVI9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1JyWZTaJZIM/s1600-h/485770934_db5c8af0a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvYIVI9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1JyWZTaJZIM/s320/485770934_db5c8af0a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033025736123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVJAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V0yl9u5xG0w/s1600-h/long_beach_redang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVJAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V0yl9u5xG0w/s320/long_beach_redang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033034326057986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tioman Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvoIVI-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lt_-EczJQHM/s1600-h/Tioman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvoIVI-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lt_-EczJQHM/s320/Tioman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033030031090658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVI_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/SrU9CncMApM/s1600-h/Langkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVI_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/SrU9CncMApM/s320/Langkawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033034326057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind leaving the beaches behind either, as long as we're able to just travel out of this tiny dot. Places like KL (Sunway Lagoon) or even the Genting Highlands is enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVJBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qbe1ef0saQ0/s1600-h/genting4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yv4IVJBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qbe1ef0saQ0/s320/genting4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033034326058002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just 3 more weeks left before the end of my awful internship. 14 more working days! Well, for most of you guys that is. I only have 12 left as I have 2 off days left to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown BEGINS!&lt;br /&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/9770471-5526108104462927639?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5526108104462927639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5526108104462927639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5526108104462927639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5526108104462927639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-2008.html' title='First post of 2008'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3-yvYIVI9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/1JyWZTaJZIM/s72-c/485770934_db5c8af0a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1444868037112534785</id><published>2007-12-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:24.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Sunfish</title><content type='html'>This may be a little late, but it's better than never right? So here's to wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'm definitely looking forward for the New Year cuz that means two things, Holidays &amp;amp; the coming end of the attachment. So I've been sick for this past week with the major illness being flu and cough. But I'm on the road of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I received a totally unexpected Christmas Wish from someone, and it's just surprising since the differences that we had were not yet resolved. But I guess that the 3 Poly years has really made us all grow. Let bygones be bygones I guess. Well, Provided he was sincere and not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me recently, 3 years. Almost 3 years is over in just a snap of the fingers. And It's been 3 and a half years since I came back from the US. I don't want to get older! Well, maybe only once I hit 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a great Christmas eve. I ended up not going to the two original plans (I cancelled one for another, but then that one got cancelled), so I had to plan something at the last possible minute. Because it was so last minute, everyone else already had plans, and only Suraj and Daniel were gracious enough to accompany me Ha. I wasn't expecting much from this as the both of them weren't planning to stay till past 12. So I was totally prepared for one of the worst Christmas ever. But it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and stayed there till about 1:30. Well, Me and Suraj did. Daniel left around 11 as he had other plans. The highlight of the day was Kumar &amp;amp; Co. It was just absolutely hilarious. There was also this band called Enigma that was performing, and the lady in the band was good. Anywayz, I was calling Chee Chuan and Shwa Juan up to see if they wanted to join us since they were around the area, but they just ditched us in the end Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Suraj were planning to take the last train home so we gulped down the 2nd glass of alcohol a tad bit too fast. We missed the train, so both me and Suraj ended up taking the Night Rider. I passed out on the Night Rider somewhere in between the hour plus ride. No, not from the alcohol but because I was SO tired as I only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. Thank god I woke up in time to alight at my stop.&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;While searching for the picture of the Ugly pig shown in the previous post, I stumbled upon this picture. Real or Fake? You decide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PG74IVI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/c6iYnJlaV6E/s1600-h/big_hog_hogzilla_pig_hunting_biggest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PG74IVI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/c6iYnJlaV6E/s320/big_hog_hogzilla_pig_hunting_biggest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148677530996515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually hoping that this picture is fake. Can you imagine stumbling upon this Pigzilla when you're in Palau Tekong? It then got me thinking, What other animals can grow to MUCH bigger sizes as compared to what we know? For example, did you know that catfishes can grow to sizes like those shown below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PI5oIVI6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/_lvM4S37t38/s1600-h/catfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PI5oIVI6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/_lvM4S37t38/s320/catfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148679691365065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PI54IVI7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GaHuPar2H60/s1600-h/catfish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PI54IVI7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GaHuPar2H60/s320/catfish1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148679695660032946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Right. Those don't really look like cat fishes to me. Maybe an Elephant fish describes it better. Cats are supposed to be small and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PJ_YIVI8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GMSEfE4TyfY/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PJ_YIVI8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GMSEfE4TyfY/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148680889660941250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this other fish that I stumbled upon. It's average weight is 1000Kg, 1.8 meters long, and like 2.4 meters tall. It's name is the Sunfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PG74IVI5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/pLvFMu3Jv2U/s1600-h/mola_mola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PG74IVI5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/pLvFMu3Jv2U/s320/mola_mola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148677530996515730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there are people out there that are afraid of the water. With Sunfishes and Catfishes that big, who wouldn't be intimidated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1444868037112534785?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1444868037112534785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1444868037112534785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1444868037112534785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1444868037112534785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/ocean-sunfish.html' title='Ocean Sunfish'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R3PG74IVI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/c6iYnJlaV6E/s72-c/big_hog_hogzilla_pig_hunting_biggest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5142544594604001944</id><published>2007-12-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglettes</title><content type='html'>So I did leave work an hour early on Tuesday, and I felt a little bit better on Wednesday. But thanks to my supervisor for staying at the TNT's Hub for too damn long, my sickness got worse. On Thursday, I had the Ultimate sickness. It's one of those Rojak sickness where you get everything at once. Flu, Cough, Fever, you name it, I went through it. I didn't even enjoy the Holiday lah! Although there's not much that I would normally do on Haji...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work on Friday as I was feeling much better and also because I had to get screen shots for my work which is due Monday. Yes, that means that I will have to work throughout the weekends. Hell, I might even have to work on Christmas itself. What does Public Holiday mean to the managers? A day to work at home? Don't they EVER think about not working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just handed a bunch of work to do. And I just hope that I can complete every one of them quickly so that I can get out of that company ASAP. You guys have no clue how much hatred I have for this attachment. I'm totally surprised that I've managed to stay in this company up till now. Remember the weekends where I had to work? How could you not? It was only a week ago. Anyways, I was given a choice: Do I want OT pay? Or 2 off days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the person that hates the attachment as much as I do, which one do you think I chose? Off days of course! I plan to take them in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 300px; height: 132px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 32pt;" span="7" width="43"&gt;  &lt;tbody align="center"&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 16.5pt; width: 32pt;" height="22" width="43"&gt;Sun&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Mon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Tue&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Wed&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Thur&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Fri&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="border-left: medium none; width: 32pt;" width="43"&gt;Sat&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; height: 16.5pt;" num="" height="22"&gt;23&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" num=""&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" num=""&gt;25&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;27&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;28&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;29&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; height: 16.5pt;" num="" height="22"&gt;30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" num=""&gt;31&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" num=""&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; height: 16.5pt;" num="" height="22"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" num=""&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; height: 16.5pt;" num="" height="22"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" num=""&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;15&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;16&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;17&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 16.5pt;" height="22"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; height: 16.5pt;" num="" height="22"&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;21&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;23&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" num=""&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;25&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;" num=""&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th - Christmas Eve (Half Day)&lt;br /&gt;25th - Christmas&lt;br /&gt;31st - New Year's Even (Half Day)&lt;br /&gt;1st  - New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;7th - My 1st Off day&lt;br /&gt;14th - My 2nd Off day&lt;br /&gt;24th - The Last Attachment Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that schedule seem? 19 more working days left to go! 14 Non-working days left. This sounds like a pretty good damn deal! lol. Let's just forget the fact that there's a bunch of other work that has their deadline somewhere in between now and 24th Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my work right now, but I'm just too damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is rolling around in a few days time. Anyone that doesn't have plans? I canceled on one of the plans that I had with my friend for a plan with my uncle. But then my Uncle canceled his plans, and I don't want to go back to the original plan because the other plan was canceled. Confused? Don't be. Simply said: "I have no plans for Christmas Eve" &amp;amp; New Year's Eve as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom for some odd reason has to attend a wedding on the 24th of December &amp;amp; My dad's working on 24th &amp;amp; 25th. It's just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna get me some Christmas presents? The DVD Collection of Friends from Season 1 to 10 would be nice. HAHA. I just love the Friends series WAY too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking to my brother earlier today and he showed me pictures of some pigs that were kept as pets. God they're just so cute. lol. Add them to my X'mas Wishlist please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b1z4420Yhn4/s1600-h/ht_pocket_pig_071015_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b1z4420Yhn4/s320/ht_pocket_pig_071015_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795948773810978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HGsiUo68_BE/s1600-h/ht_piglets_071015_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HGsiUo68_BE/s320/ht_piglets_071015_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795948773810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpoIVIzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KfaOq6zgyTg/s1600-h/twoweekold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpoIVIzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KfaOq6zgyTg/s320/twoweekold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795953068778290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XaoIVIrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/48WH9_FaLk0/s1600-h/ht_animal003_071016_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XaoIVIrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/48WH9_FaLk0/s320/ht_animal003_071016_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795695370740402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20Xa4IVIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uvd48LNQfWc/s1600-h/ht_animal007_071016_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20Xa4IVIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uvd48LNQfWc/s320/ht_animal007_071016_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795699665707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVIuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YKJpiPvkglQ/s1600-h/ht_animal009_071016_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVIuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YKJpiPvkglQ/s320/ht_animal009_071016_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795708255642338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVIvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rwcRRK3MMRY/s1600-h/ht_animal010_071016_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVIvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rwcRRK3MMRY/s320/ht_animal010_071016_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795708255642354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVItI/AAAAAAAAAII/-Wc2jJHz-rw/s1600-h/ht_animal008_071016_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XbYIVItI/AAAAAAAAAII/-Wc2jJHz-rw/s320/ht_animal008_071016_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795708255642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JrDN8OjEJiQ/s1600-h/ht_piggies_071015_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JrDN8OjEJiQ/s320/ht_piggies_071015_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146795948773810946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way too adorable... I should probably stop eating pork... But how can a Glutton like me resist things that are as delicious looking as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EZa9jNSvg-k/s1600-h/Elite%2BNew%2BConcept%2BPork%2BBelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EZa9jNSvg-k/s320/Elite%2BNew%2BConcept%2BPork%2BBelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146798920891179842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z2stwTYBMzI/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z2stwTYBMzI/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146798920891179858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0K1v_jXhjmE/s1600-h/blue-kurobota-pork-chop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20aWYIVI2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0K1v_jXhjmE/s320/blue-kurobota-pork-chop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146798920891179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about it. And maybe after all, it's alright to eat pigs. Because we get rid of pigs that look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20fZoIVI3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dUMeN3wj3-A/s1600-h/6771261c-pig-saw-mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20fZoIVI3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dUMeN3wj3-A/s320/6771261c-pig-saw-mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146804474283893618" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Um... On 2nd thought, Maybe I won't eat pork anymore.&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;And don't get me a pig for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it'll grow up into that horrendous looking thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5142544594604001944?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5142544594604001944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5142544594604001944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5142544594604001944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5142544594604001944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/piglettes.html' title='Piglettes'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R20XpYIVIyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b1z4420Yhn4/s72-c/ht_pocket_pig_071015_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5124571302111382173</id><published>2007-12-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:47:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Early</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving work an hour early today because i'm sick. - Hey, my boss said that I could do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm sooo tempted to take a cab back home. I've been taking cabs these past 4 days... The convenience of getting home that quick is just too tempting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5124571302111382173?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5124571302111382173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5124571302111382173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5124571302111382173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5124571302111382173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/leaving-early.html' title='Leaving Early'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3766698506833429680</id><published>2007-12-18T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:04:08.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know how I’d enjoy the weekends and dread the Monday that follows right after? Well, it doesn’t apply to me this time and it’s obvious because I was working on Saturday and Sunday. My boss’s boss, who was also the boss for that project itself, was not around as long as me. He would leave at around 1-2, while I still continue to slog away. My boss didn’t even show up on Sunday lah!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up till now, I haven’t heard a confirmation as to how I will be compensated for working on the weekends. When there’s work to do, they’d be the first to inform you. But when it comes down to compensating the worker, then they’ll take their own sweet time. I just can’t stand this… Oh well, that’s just my rant about the weekends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone saw Asian Idol? It had past winners of Philippines, Vietnam, Malaysia, Indonesia, India and Singapore (represented by Hady Mirza). And the shock of the day was that Hady Mirza won Asian Idol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tampines North CC yesterday to play badminton with my colleagues. They arrived there at 8, but I didn’t show up until 8:45. I was waiting for the Bus 15 since 8:25 and the bus still didn’t come. I got so pissed off that I chose to take a cab. SMART cab though, so no cab fare increase lol (It was accidental. I didn’t wait until a non-comfort cab showed up). Played till 10 and boy was I tired. And my shoe’s soles were coming off already. Time to get new shoes now…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to badminton, my arms, back and legs are sore as hell. And I was a little under the weather when I played it yesterday as well. So today, the small little flu escalated into a full blown flu, with a splitting headache. And I HATE headaches!.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3766698506833429680?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3766698506833429680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3766698506833429680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3766698506833429680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3766698506833429680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/headache.html' title='Headache...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2791674114535122877</id><published>2007-12-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi Fares Rise AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>It’s confirmed. I’ll have to work from 8:30am to 2:30pm on both Saturday and Sunday. There goes my beloved hours of sleep. The good thing about this though, is that the cab fare to and fro is covered. They’re damn lucky that they are covering our cab fares BEFORE the price hike. For those that don’t know, the cab fares are being adjusted on Monday (Dec 17 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the “revised” pricings which will take effect on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143004647461342882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R1-femIdzqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QQ1BzMIW-k8/s400/6uha1qw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Say that I took a cab from the Heeren in town back to my place (Pasir Ris) at about 7pm. It would cost me approximately $21.20 with the current rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the newly “revised” pricing, it would cost me: $28.90. This is a whopping $7.70 more, which is a 36% increase. I need to work at my attachment place for like 3-4 hours to earn this amount! Working the whole day can’t even earn me enough money for the whole cab ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the cab will take about 10 minutes, and the cab ride will take about 20 minutes. The costs for the cab would be $28.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bus &amp;amp; MRT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus will take about 15 minutes to Pasir Ris MRT Station, and about 40 minutes to Orchard/Somerset. Bus costs $0.65 &amp;amp; the MRT costs $1.50. This gives a total of $2.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time needed taking the Bus/MRT is twice as long. BUT, the cab is 1345% more expensive. You do the math.I’m probably turning into some auntie that tries and scrimp and save every cent possible. But saving is a virtue right? So I dont' care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about not caring, I can’t care to be jealous at all. Besides, why would I be? It’s not like I don’t have female friends. But anyways, I’m not here to argue because I don’t want something like this to blow out of proportion. I don’t want to talk much about this, as I want you to cool yourself down and let some of that anger subside. And when it does, hopefully we can talk about this and maybe something positive can come out of it. But not matter how much I want to NOT talk about this, there are some things that I feel I need to address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) “&lt;em&gt;And please don't assume you know me well&lt;/em&gt;” - I never once assumed to know you well. You never did let me in, how was I supposed to know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) “&lt;em&gt;And I don't see the need to explain whatever I do&lt;/em&gt;” – I didn’t expect you to explain anything that you did. I don’t know where you got that impression from. You probably misunderstood the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FYI, the 2nd paragraph was meant from someone else. Someone that you don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There are some things that I want to apologize for. I apologize that I said the “Horny Maybe?” statement. I knew I probably crossed the line and there was no need for that. I also apologize that you had to find out about this through a blog post instead of talking about it face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve said my piece, let’s just end this here. Hopefully you’ll be willing to talk about this in a few days time, and maybe something positive will come from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2791674114535122877?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2791674114535122877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2791674114535122877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2791674114535122877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2791674114535122877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/taxi-fares-rise-again.html' title='Taxi Fares Rise AGAIN!'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R1-femIdzqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QQ1BzMIW-k8/s72-c/6uha1qw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1117304981241664436</id><published>2007-12-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:11:11.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Weekends. Hello Uncomfortable TNT Chair.</title><content type='html'>Time really does fly by during the weekends, and here I am, back at work with another 5 days to go before the weekends once again. Thank god I only have to endure this for another 7 weeks. I can smell the end coming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed for Waraku for dinner on Friday night with the company of Chee Chuan, Daniel, and Shwa Juan. Time flew by during this dinner just as well. Started eating probably at 8, and left at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour to look at the menu and decide what we want since there’s only 1 menu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour to eat and go “Ooh” &amp;amp; “Ah” at our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 final hour to chat and laugh our asses off, while consuming their water at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home after dinner as there was nothing else that we could do. I took the train to Raffles Place so that it wouldn’t be as packed, and when I boarded the train, it was practically empty. I happily sat down on the seat as I think about sms-ing Shwa Juan &amp;amp; Chee Chuan to tell them that I have a seat from Raffles Place to Pasir Ris. As soon as I grab out my phone, I think to myself… “Wait... something’s not right. Why would there be so many seats?” I take off the ear piece, and I hear: “Next stop, City Hall Interchange”. I breathe a sigh of relief. But then thought to myself once again, But I could be on the train back up to Orchard. So I wait, and then I hear: “Next Stop, Dhoby Gaught Intechange”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I BOARDED THE WRONG DAMN TRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too embarrassed to sms Shwa Juan and Chee Chuan after the incident. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the airport on Saturday to send the OITP students off… Well, more specifically, Candy, CJ, Yong Xian &amp;amp; WJ. I then headed to Terminal 3 to walk around with Daniel and some others. Nothing really that impressive there, and it just seems like all that money was wasted on useless things. How much was spent on this Terminal 3? Right… $1,750,000,000 ($1.75 Billion). All on things like a 300 meter vertical garden. Well, this “Vertical Garden” is actually vines hanging down the side of a wall, stretched across 300 meters. “Interesting” right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another feature in this terminal 3 is the butterfly garden. Yes, they’re going to have a butterfly garden in the Terminal 3. Can someone just answer one simple question of mine? WHY? Why is there going to be a butterfly garden in Terminal 3? You might as well throw in a crappy theme park whenever they feel like building a Terminal 4. Do you also want to have a naming competition for the Terminal 4 while you’re at it? Let’s give $2000 to the person that can come up with: “Terminal 4”. How creative…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop bottling up my feelings especially when it’s problems that I have with some people. So here’s a go at it… Maybe one day, I’ll stop this bad habit of mine and tell these people about it in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim to only be yourself and open up more when you’re around close friends. But from what I see, you're only "yourself" when someone from the opposite sex is present. Horny maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the benefit of the doubt… I told myself that it was something important that you had to attend to. Guess I should’ve given my benefit of the doubt to NKF instead; at least there would’ve been a chance that I would not be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1117304981241664436?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1117304981241664436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1117304981241664436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1117304981241664436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1117304981241664436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-weekends-hello-uncomfortable.html' title='Bye Bye Weekends. Hello Uncomfortable TNT Chair.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2916916335826070966</id><published>2007-12-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:09:34.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>Completed my Intranet and I gave my boss a printed copy of it. Seems like he's not happy about it (based on my colleage, although he originally said that he was) and wants alot of changes to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wants me to meet him later in 7 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like i'm in some deep shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm scared as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2916916335826070966?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2916916335826070966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2916916335826070966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2916916335826070966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2916916335826070966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8310476305720199911</id><published>2007-12-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:53:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad &amp; Good Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got out of bed a little earlier than normal today, but I was got out of the house a little bit later today. Maybe my arms and legs grew longer when I was asleep yesterday night. As I was walking to the bus stop, I saw my bus leaving. So I walked to the other bus stop where there would be another 5 busses that I could take. Got to the MRT station, and the train took its own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out at Tanah Merah, and I saw my bus leaving. DAMN IT! Blame it on the slow moving train… So I had to wait for the public bus. It arrived, and while I was on the bus, it started raining. There’s no shelter from the bus stop to my company lah! The rain got lighter, and then I started getting happy. But then it got heavier as soon as I alighted the bus. And of all days, I didn’t bring the umbrella to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to run through the rain but it was too heavy. As I was about to call a colleague of mine to hopefully bring down an umbrella, this guy taps on my shoulder and asks if I wanted to share his umbrella. SO NICE LAH! He’s from my company, and I’ve seen him TONS of times. Just that we don’t’ talk. I barely talk to anyone besides the people in my department, and even then, I have nothing much to say to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the rain is the bad karma that came back around. Luckily I’ve done enough good things on this earth for my good karma to come at the same time in the form of the umbrella man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say this to show you guys that I do good things also, and that I have good karma as well. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deadline for the intranet was originally on Friday. On Tuesday, I was supposed to meet up with my boss to “discuss” (When I say discuss I mean my boss telling me what to do) about ways to improve on the intranet. He didn’t show up on Tuesday until 5pm, and then told me that the deadline is changed to today. The deadline went from Friday to Wednesday just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines change, and we all know that. But the only deadline changing experiences I’ve had was that the deadline was pushed further back, and not forward. So I tried to log into the intranet to try and complete it, but the server is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have more bad karma than good ones huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading people’s blogs just like 10 minutes ago, and there were barely any updates. C’mon guys, update more often! I can’t do anything else at work besides reading people’s blogs and reading the news. I can’t go on sooo many websites, unlike some people. I can’t even watch the Yahoo! News if it’s a video…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep SOOO badly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8310476305720199911?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8310476305720199911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8310476305720199911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8310476305720199911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8310476305720199911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-good-karma.html' title='Bad &amp; Good Karma'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3717560893855042104</id><published>2007-12-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelvin's Morning Dumb Moments</title><content type='html'>I was looking through the log book and I turned to the blue page wondering the kind of information that I had to fill in. That form is meant to be filled at the end of the attachment, and it asks for information such as what you learnt, if the Internship program was useful, yada yada yada… I got so amped up! I can’t wait until the day that I sit down at home and fill that form up. Gosh… I can feel the end slowly but surely creeping towards me. Anybody saw the movie Click? Can I just fast forward until the end of the internship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows about “Kelvin’s Morning Dumb Moments”? Yes, I have my really dumb moments in the mornings. Don’t blame me; my brain just hasn’t warmed up yet. Even machines like cars and computers need to warm up. Why can’t humans have some warming up time? I meant for the brain of course. If you’ve only seen me in school, then you haven’t seen any of my dumb moments. I already had 45 minutes on the train for my brain to warm up. Hell, I think my brain is about to overheat after 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember most of my dumb moments as the brain was not warm enough, therefore nothing was sent to the brain’s memory card. But I do remember one conversation that I had on the train with a friend that I had not met in about 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talk about school, She’s from Nanyang Poly (Ok, maybe some info was sent to the memory card). So we were talking about how far away school was from where we lived. And one part of the conversation was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Yeah, but Nanyang is far right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart-ass her: No lah, It’s not that far. It takes about the same time if I were to go to Singapore Poly lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart-ass her: But anyways lah, Singapore is a small place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Yeah I think so too. Singapore Poly is nearer… *Crickets Chirping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart-ass her: Looks at me with the “HUH?” look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Looks at her with the “Yes, can I help you?” look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help it lah. I worked at Customer Service before. And I’m proud &amp;amp; embarrassed at the same time to say that this is only a minor case. Other cases include stuff such as Baby Eng Cai with Sambal (Baby Kang Kong with Sambal). Yes I know there’s no such vegetable. The people that I was with definitely let me know how dumb I was then. So, today I had another dumb moment. A lady was in the elevator with me and we had a very small conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hi, I’m sorry… But you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: You’re from the Operations department is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Yeah, I’m from the Ops department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: *Looks at me and has the “Why you never answer my first question” look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: And your name is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead me: Oh, Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. I THINK I said Kelvin. I could have said Brad Pitt or Osama Bin Laden for all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this weekend was good. I didn’t do anything at all, so I managed to get enough sleep. This is something that I have NOT been doing in the past month. Saw the first 20 minutes of Resident Evil (The first one) and I’m hooked. I want to know what happens next. I only watched until that laser beam cuts the guy into hundreds of pieces. I wonder how the story will go from there. I had a dream yesterday night. And it was about me and an elevator once again. I think it was probably caused by the elevator scene in Resident Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a little about some family drama once again. I seriously feel that my life is a little bit like a drama series. Cut out the boring moments like work and stuff like that, edit it so that it flows, and then show it on channel 8. Instead of Tong Xing Yuan, it’ll be like Tong Xing Quan or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family drama revolves around Guy A who’s not married, used to have a girlfriend who got married to Guy B 40 years ago, but the lady (who just recently passed away) mentioned that her daughter was Guy A’s child. No DNA was done to confirm this, and we don’t know if the daughter knows about this. Straight out from the TV right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now waiting for the “Guy get’s filthy rich” storyline to happen to me. It’s just a matter of time that my parents reveal to me that they own the Caribbean Islands or Hawaii or something. Oh yeah. I’m also missing the “Long Lost Sibling” storyline. Oprah &amp;amp; Bill Gates, please get a DNA test…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Yue said that my Blog seems like a composition, and that there's no pictures, I'll post a picture here then. My Dog Vicky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139605528738909826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R1OL_2IdzoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KfIyatOiyMc/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3717560893855042104?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3717560893855042104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3717560893855042104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3717560893855042104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3717560893855042104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/kelvins-morning-dumb-moments.html' title='Kelvin&apos;s Morning Dumb Moments'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R1OL_2IdzoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KfIyatOiyMc/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-273253613367029064</id><published>2007-12-02T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:51:02.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling tons of mixed emotions right now, and I have no clue how or where these emotions are coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch The Kingdom yesterday with Iris, Guo Liang, Carol and Xi Ling. The Kingdom is about terrorism. The plot revolves around 4 Americans that are in the Special Services that flew over to Saudi Arabia to investigate a suicide bombing by men dressed in the Saudi Arabian police uniform. They then become the targets of these terrorist while the Americans try and find the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from that theater realizing something. No matter how much I dislike the way of life in Singapore is, where everything is so uptight and time orientated, I am grateful. I'm grateful for the sense of security that I have living here. I'm not leaving the house everyday hoping that there's no psycho person about to blow himself up while taking other innocent lives along with them. The worst thing of all is that everything portrayed in the movie is probably happening in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is about dead right now as I can't think of anything to say. But no matter how dead my brain may be, I will remember that we ONLY have 8 weeks left of attachment. That is just 40 more days of work. Then we'll have to subtract Hari Raya Haji, Christmas, and New Year. I can finally start to see the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my brain is dead, and I have a ton of mixed emotions now, I'll just leave this post as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-273253613367029064?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/273253613367029064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=273253613367029064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/273253613367029064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/273253613367029064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/12/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-509065078231585774</id><published>2007-11-28T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:38:11.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful day.</title><content type='html'>Today marks a significant day. No it’s not my birthday, none of my family’s birthdays, &amp;amp; it’s not my dog’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that signifies that we’re halfway done with our attachment. It is week 9, Wednesday. We’re ½ done… Next to look forward to is to have ¼ of our attachment left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also showed my boss the intranet that I’ve been working on for the past month, and he said: “Good Job”… (Guess that means I’ll be getting a B for this month instead an A since I didn’t blow him away until he was speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it’s not my family’s birthday, &amp;amp; not my dog’s birthday. But it is however, Candy Tay’s Birthday! (Thanks CC for confirming my suspicions. Lol…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Candy,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed that all out… It’s not copy and paste… so feel honored hor... Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do know that if we were in school, there’d be a cake, and your face would be halfway in the cake by now already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy… No longer a teenager… Feels kinda old right? Never mind, I’ll be joining you in that age group in just a mere 3 months… CHINESE NEW YEAR lah!!! On the 4th day of Chinese New Year some more.... Remember ah you all… Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this marks us halfway through the attachment, my boss says good job on the intranet, and Candy’s birthday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day… Wait no, today’s a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-509065078231585774?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/509065078231585774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=509065078231585774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/509065078231585774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/509065078231585774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/wonderful-day.html' title='A wonderful day.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3783876721935393986</id><published>2007-11-27T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:37:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haven’t blogged in a week, and I only have one excuse: Busy Busy Busy… Ok, maybe not, But I was busy doing other things like sleeping and such. Important ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Enchanted on Friday, pretty nice movie. It’s one of those fairytale kinda movies, so don’t go in the movie expecting a great mystery like “The Da Vinci Code” and come out crying asking why the ugly queen turned into a pretty dragon. Before the movie, I went to Jack’s Place at Century Square for dinner. I’ve been there several times, and I guess the food’s alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there, and Iris says: “I have a voucher for Jack’s Place”. She then pulls out a paper, and passes it to me. I take a quick glimpse of it, and said, ok, we’ll ask the person if it’s still valid or not. So we walked to Jack’s Place and we handed the voucher to the lady. She says, it has already expired, so I look at Iris and say: “Chey… Expire already lah”. Then iris says, but it says that the expiry date is 2006 to 2007 mah. The lady then says, I’m sorry, but it’s actually 20-06-2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead laugh all you want…&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;Done? Alright, let’s continue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both ordered steak but different kinds of steak. (Mine much thinner, whereas hers is much thicker). I ordered mine to be medium rare, and Iris wanted hers to be medium well. We waited for about 10 -15 minutes, and the food arrives. Everything’s good until I take the 3rd piece of steak that I had sliced off. Mine is medium well as it’s barely red at all. Iris cuts her steak, and hers is medium rare, the red meat still in the center. At this point, it’s already 6:40pm, and the movie begins at 7.10pm. So I just wanted to point it out to them that they have probably mixed the order up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed the waitress, and she asks me to hold on while she goes to the kitchen. We continue eating, as we didn’t have much time left and we weren’t planning on having the food changed because that would waste another 10-15 minutes of our time. The waitress walks back out, mumbles something and walks to the front of the restaurant. I look at Iris, Iris looks at me. We had no clue what she said. Soon, I guess the manager walks to us and asks us about the problem. At this point, the waiters and waitresses begin to crowd around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain everything to the manager and she asks if we would like it to be changed. We replied: “Oh no, it’s ok, because we’re in a rush for time, and we just wanted to point this out. That’s all.” She then says: “Oh, ok. Because you see, this steak is much thicker, so when we cook it, it will be more bloody then others. Whereas your steak is much thinner, so after cooking, it will be more cooked than normal.” This is where I get annoyed. I then said: “I’ve been to this place several times, and I’ve always ordered this. It has always been medium rare until today”. She then says: “Alright, I’m sorry. I’ll inform the chef”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid explanation… Thank god both me and Iris were in a good mood… If not we would’ve said something like “Don’t tell me your chef has no cooking skills at all? Don’t tell me the chef can’t judge how long a steak has to be cooked for medium rare based on its thickness?” If it’s thick, then cook it longer. If it’s thin, then don’t cook it as long. Simple logic, even the cows know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Waraku for dinner on Saturday again. Hope I get sick of that place soon or else I’d want to go there every week for dinner. But I doubt i'll get sick of it soon as the food is just too damn good. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner at Fortunate Restaurant on Sunday and it totaled up to 230 dollars. 18 dollars for a Salted fish with Bean sprouts. Anyone else agrees that 18 dollars for “tau gei” is too expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MC yesterday (Monday) as my throat was killing me. It still is killing me now, but it’s not nice to take 2 MCs in a row… The medication causes drowsiness, so I’m off my medication now. What to do? Sleep at work meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of a X’mas party or something like that. Get a function room decorate the place up with lights and a Christmas tree. Have a huge spread of ham, turkey and other stuff on the table with Christmas music playing in the background… I’m SO looking forward to Christmas. That is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Equals&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is better than not having to work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m So excited about Christmas that I asked around for a recipe &amp;amp; cooking instructions on how to cook a turkey, and someone emailed me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It’s actually my uncle who just randomly emailed me the recipe &amp;amp; cooking instructions)&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;Here is a Turkey recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a stuffing - imagine that. When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me, who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked, but not too dried out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give this a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKED STUFFED TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8-10 lb. Turkey&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup stuffing (Pepperidge Farm is good.)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup uncooked popcorn (Preferably Low fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Brush chicken well with melted butter, salt, and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Place in baking pan with the neck end toward the back of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Listen for the popping sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the chicken's ass blows the oven door open and the chicken flies across the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turkey is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3783876721935393986?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3783876721935393986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3783876721935393986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3783876721935393986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3783876721935393986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey.html' title='Turkey'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2989658447944361058</id><published>2007-11-20T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:05:44.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan fleet sets off to hunt humpbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I’m at work and I’m reading this article on Yahoo. The title of the article says it all. “Japan fleet sets off to hunt humpbacks”. Reading this makes me so angry and everything. I’ve copied the article and highlighted what I felt were the more important or nonsensical information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SHIMONOSEKI, Japan - &lt;strong&gt;A Japanese whaling fleet sailing toward waters off Antarctica to kill protected humpback whales&lt;/strong&gt; was itself the target of a hunt Monday by environmental activists who vowed to disrupt the expedition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Greenpeace said its protest ship Esperanza was searching for the fleet south of Japanese territorial waters and would shadow the ships to the South Pacific to try to reduce their catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a large ocean, but we're going to track them down," expedition member Dave Walsh told The Associated Press by telephone Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Japanese fleet was embarking on the country's largest whaling expedition&lt;/strong&gt;, targeting protected humpbacks for the first time since the 1960s. In a farewell ceremony Sunday for the four-ship expedition, officials told a crowd at the southern Japanese port of Shimonoseki that Japan should &lt;strong&gt;preserve its whale-eating culture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They're violent environmental terrorists," mission leader Hajime Ishikawa said. "Their violence is unforgivable ... We must fight against their hypocrisy and lies."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Families waved little flags emblazoned with &lt;strong&gt;smiling whales&lt;/strong&gt; and the crew raised a toast with cans of beer, while a brass band played "Popeye the Sailor Man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whalers plan to kill up to 50 humpbacks&lt;/strong&gt; in what is believed to be the first large-scale hunt for the &lt;strong&gt;once nearly extinct species&lt;/strong&gt; since a 1963 moratorium in the Southern Pacific put the giant marine mammals under international protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mission also aims to take as many as 935 minke whales and up to 50 fin whales&lt;/strong&gt; in what Japan's Fisheries Agency says is its largest-ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scientific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whale hunt. The expedition lasts through April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan says it needs to kill the animals in order to conduct research on their reproductive and feeding patterns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While scientific whale hunts are allowed by the International Whaling Commission, or IWC, critics say Japan is simply using science as a cover for commercial whaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ken Findlay, a whale biologist at the University of Cape Town in South Africa, said the humpback population was recovering but said he was worried Japan would kill whales from vulnerable breeding grounds like those off New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He also said Japan's hunting methods were unnecessarily cruel. &lt;strong&gt;Japanese whalers sometimes chase wounded animals for hours&lt;/strong&gt;, he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't think firing a harpoon at a whale and then dragging it next to the ship is ethical," Findlay said. "You question the necessity of that. It's not research."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An IWC moratorium on commercial whaling took effect in 1986, but Japan — where coastal villages have hunted whales for hundreds of years — &lt;strong&gt;has killed almost 10,500 mostly minke and Brydes whales under research permits since then&lt;/strong&gt;. Tokyo has argued unsuccessfully for years for the IWC to overturn the moratorium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Japanese hunt, which puts meat from the whales on the commercial market, is growing rapidly despite an increasingly vocal anti-whaling movement. This winter season's target of up to 1,035 whales is more than double the number the country hunted a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan argues that it should have the right to hunt whales as long as they are not in danger of extinction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The American Cetacean Society estimates the humpback population has recovered to about 30,000-40,000 — about a third of the number before modern whaling. &lt;strong&gt;The species is listed as "vulnerable" by the World Conservation Union.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Where do I even begin? At the port, officials told the crowd that they should preserve their whale eating culture. Then they went on to claim that they are doing this &lt;strong&gt;SCIENTIFIC&lt;/strong&gt; whale hunt to research on their breeding &amp;amp; feeding patterns? How contradicting... Do you even need 50 Humpbacks for this &lt;strong&gt;SCIENTIFIC&lt;/strong&gt; research then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And people were carrying flags of &lt;strong&gt;smiling whales&lt;/strong&gt; in support of this hunt at the port. I for some odd reason feel that the whales are the last ones to smile. Who the hell thought of putting a picture of a &lt;strong&gt;smiling whale&lt;/strong&gt; on a flag as a way to support this hunt? Is it a way to make themselves feel better when eating the whale? Thinking that the whale wanted to be chopped up into millions of pieces then placed into the mouth us humans and be chewed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They said that the numbers of these whales have climbed up, therefore, it's safe to hunt them once again. Does this mean that the whales ALWAYS have to be on the endangered list? It took DECADES to get the humpback whales out of the endangered category and into the vulnerable category. But i dont' think the primary reason for doing so was so that the Japanese Whalers can hunt them and bring them back into the endangered species category again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I remember seeing a footage of the Japanese whalers killing pilot whales in the sea. The water around them was bloodshot red, and there were newborn babies among them. The actress in Heroes Hayden Panettiere (Claire Bennet) was there with a group of other enviromentalist to stop the slaughtering, but she was hit with a paddle during the process, and &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the whales were not saved. Including the damn baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2989658447944361058?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2989658447944361058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2989658447944361058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2989658447944361058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2989658447944361058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/japan-fleet-sets-off-to-hunt-humpbacks.html' title='Japan fleet sets off to hunt humpbacks'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6773926163041156931</id><published>2007-11-19T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Bravia!</title><content type='html'>So my Survivor on Friday did not disappoint. And I got Smackdown vs Raw 2008 on Friday just as well, but I barely had time on the weekends to play it. The majority of my time was spent on going out or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn’t get enough sleep this weekend either. So that makes it 2 weekends in a row that I haven’t had enough sleep. Woke up at like 10 on Saturday to meet Candy, Juan, Bernard, and Chuan. I was one of the earliest again, as usual. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Waraku for dinner afterwards, and it was GREAT. My first impression of that place was that it was expensive as I saw some of the pricings of the sushi at East Coast. But the noodles are reasonably priced – and Great tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the area for a little bit and talked for a little while at Starbucks. I realized I haven’t been there in ages. They didn’t even have my Raspberry Tea Frappachino anymore lah! I used to frequent Starbucks so often… Well, I guess it’s good to get out of habits that require you to spend money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home at like 1-2 and I wanted to play my game. But, I forgot that I have yet to update the website for my god-cousin. So I stayed up till 5 to work on the website. Fell asleep right after that, and I woke up the next day at 10 again to head over to my ah gong’s house. (Although technically, it’s my God-Ah Gong. But nobody calls anybody that right?) I was there the whole day and I found out my laptop had a virus that stopped me from reformatting my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID RIGHT? If there’s a virus, reformat can solve the problem. Who knew that there would be a virus that stops you from reformatting your computer? Machiam like bacteria like that. Invades the body (in this case the laptop, MY laptop) and sets up a mechanism that you can’t destroy by using antibiotics. Then they’ll start reproducing the exact copies of themselves… Although I don’t think the virus does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I think this damn monitor is a little bit spoilt. I can see the screen like jumping a little, and it causes headaches for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was on my way to my ah gong’s house, my mom called me and said that she bought a TV for me. Lol. My room is supposed to under-go a MAJOR revamp, and I wanted to get a LCD for the room. She bought a freaking 26’ Sony Bravia. Boy do I feel lucky. High Definition baby! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my TV… Here are some (And when I say some, I mean 4...) WAY overdue pictures of when I went to Graxs with Iris and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134450827167384418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R0E70uYFw2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8y5rQSFmY1Y/s320/Group+Photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134450822872417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R0E70eYFw0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7uy67aoO5m8/s320/Dext,+Iris,+Me,+Xi+Ling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134450822872417106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R0E70eYFw1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cAPp4VwGxzs/s320/Group+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Important Business men has to answer calls no matter what. Even when taking pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134450827167384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R0E70uYFw3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MXXiB9fki3A/s320/Iris+%26+Carol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Chronicles of Iris and Carol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. We have 10 more weeks to go. Including this week... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6773926163041156931?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6773926163041156931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6773926163041156931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6773926163041156931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6773926163041156931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-my-survivor-on-friday-did-not.html' title='Sony Bravia!'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/R0E70uYFw2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8y5rQSFmY1Y/s72-c/Group+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6436396531079120049</id><published>2007-11-14T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:06:35.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For those of you that don’t know, I am a 1988 baby. Based on the Chinese Calendar, I’m a rabbit. But if it’s based on the normal calendar that we ALL go by, then I’m obviously a dragon. Technically, I should be a rabbit. But heck… Dragon seems much cooler than a rabbit right? So... I’m a Rabgon or Drabit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it makes me special from all you people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt; - Rabbit’s head with a Dragon’s tail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit&lt;/strong&gt; – Dragon’s head with a Rabbits butt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rabgon would be able to fly… But then I’d have to eat carrots everyday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Drabit would eat… What the hell does a dragon eat??? And I’d have to hop around everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whichever one... I don’t care…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this? Did I eat too much sugar and get hyper?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s because I received an email about the Chinese horoscopes…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be extra careful when it comes to investments this year. This is mainly due to a lack of concentration and a shorter attention span. Either sleep on the idea for some time before making a decision or request someone that you could trust to go through the fine print of the contract before signing on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your wealth luck is good this year, there is a concern of losing it through legal problems. If you are investing this year, you must do your own homework and go through the fine print. Even if it means that you need to take a longer time and greater effort to study into it before making a decision, it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit &amp;amp; Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wealth luck is not that good. So you should stop dreaming about your Castle… And start sweeping the Castle’s floor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good year in terms of relationships. Those who are attached will have a high chance of getting married this year. There is a strong chance that singles will meet the love of their lives. For those who are married, the passion in their relationship will be burning bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are attached or married, you may want to have more personal space this year. For those who are single, the probability of meeting someone special is rather slim. Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry CC, YS, SJ, &amp;amp; A lot of other people… Guess you’ll have to wait one more year…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit &amp;amp; Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit: There is a strong chance that singles will meet the love of their lives&lt;br /&gt;Dragon: The probability of meeting someone special is rather slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d meet the love of your life, and then they’ll disappear the very next day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a high chance of falling ill and being accident-prone. Have adequate rest to ensure that you are always alert. This is especially so for those who drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be careful Candy Tay &amp;amp; Suraj… Who else is a 1987 baby and driving?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may suffer from lethargy, gastric and stomach problems, weak concentration and a short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I already am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be more forgetful. Try to have adequate rest and be positive. Most of the health issues that will arise this year are due to people issues and being too stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again? Might as well repeat the whole year. Let’s bring back SL and GPA…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may make you feel demoralized and even cause you to doubt yourself. Ensure that you surround yourself with a positive environment and positive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Positive Aura…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit &amp;amp; Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep for 20 hours… Use the other 4 hours to visit the doctor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many back-stabbings and betrayals this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SL #2? Spare me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid sharing too much information with people who may have a conflict of interest with you. The irony is that due to your strong popularity this year, there are some people who will not like you to be so likeable and decide to make life tougher for you than it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the reason why some people don’t like me now??? Lol…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect yourself by not flaunting your popularity and keeping a low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What popularity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are signs of being involved in legal disputes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh god…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People problems are severe. Try to be humble, diplomatic and tactful. Avoid getting into any direct conflicts with others. Back-stabbings, betrayals and misunderstandings are very common this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought they were common every year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others are trying to irritate you, especially on the career front, it is important to understand that you need to focus on your own goals and do not let others offend or affect your emotions so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit &amp;amp; Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear an armor… Too many backstabbings…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more sudden challenges that are expected to jump at you this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was the pun intended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, always make contingency plans. You will function better in a team. If you could arrange the resources such that your teammates handle the technical or operational parts of the job while you handle the marketing and public relations side of it, your success rate will be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why the hell am I attached to the Operations department then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more office politics this year. Be prepared to protect yourself well against it. Avoid gossip corners. Avoid flaunting your success or your popularity. There may be legal disputes due to envious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid jealous people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authority figures, management or your boss are likely to give you more opportunities to show off your strengths this year. There are more chances of promotions or being given more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m doing enough work as it is already. No need for more…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in business, you may be considering expanding your business. You will be busy this year. However, severe office politics will prove to be very challenging for you. Avoid direct conflicts with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t go looking for conflicts. They come looking for me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to utilize your diplomatic skills. Do not trust anybody on the career front this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drabit &amp;amp; Rabgon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your career life this year will be as bad as SL’s hair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is all based on the horoscope that was sent to me by my uncle. It is in no way a reflection of how your life SHOULD be for the next year. I know I’m definitely not going to live my life like a Drabit/Rabgon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of another name for this… Drabbitgon… Sounds nice huh? Copyright Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drabbitgon *c in a circle* &lt;em&gt;- Lol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6436396531079120049?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6436396531079120049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6436396531079120049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6436396531079120049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6436396531079120049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3366294039154598426</id><published>2007-11-12T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:33:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are over...</title><content type='html'>So I told myself that the next time I enter a blog entry, it would have the pictures of when I went to Graxs with Iris &amp;amp; Co. But I guess not. I wanted to enter a blog entry on the weekends but I was way too busy. I didn’t even get enough sleep lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is my Mom’s Birthday. So Happy Birthday! You Guys should call up my home phone and wish her a Happy Birthday too. Lol. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched my Survivor on Friday – this is ALWAYS a highlight. It marks the end of the week, and the beginning of the Weekends, &amp;amp; Also because that one hour is just SOOO entertaining. They are down to the top 8 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got woken up at like 10 am on Saturday by my Mom. She wanted me to yell at this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not like some crazy psycho person… There was a person stuck in the elevator at my block. For some odd reason the lift is jumping up and down and the elevator was slowly, BUT SURELY, creeping its way up. So I guess my Mom had a sore throat and she woke me up so that I could yell to the person inside telling them that we already called the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mom, the guy was already stuck in the elevator for a long time, and when she made the call to the elevator service repair people (What do you call them? Mechanics) they said that no one had called to report this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!!! No One Called!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn… I don’t ever want to be stuck in the elevator now… Imagine sitting in the elevator while it’s jerking up and down for a few hours…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went out for lunch at Tampines and I originally wanted to eat my Fried Fish Lor Mee… But they were closed. We just helped someone get out of the elevator. Why is bad karma still following me? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I then ate Bar Chor Mee… &amp;amp; it’s a branch from the Blk 85 Bar Chor Mee. Ok, guess I had good karma there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and I tried to do my Intranet work from home. Yes, I was working on my work at home… Surprising eh? Anyways, I fell asleep even before I started. Lol. No Surprises there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5pm, and worked on my intranet until 2 am. Taking breaks every now and then of course. One break worth mentioning though is that I went to Changi Airport to send my Mom’s friend off. Yes I know them very well… He was flying off to Dubai and will be gone for 2 years. Sounds a little like us. Just that I went to US instead of Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He packed a HUGE luggage. He’s probably planning to kidnap a camel back to SG when he comes back or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got back home and continued with my work once again. I didn’t complete it until 2am. And I fell asleep right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 something on Sunday, as I had to attend my Mom’s Ex-Colleague’s ROM ceremony…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this really great looking cupcake that I could not bear to eat. It was just too pretty. Lol. Well, that was the case until my brother decided that he wanted to eat the “flowers” on top of the cake (Made of sugar). The cupcake wasn’t so pretty then… So I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of the 7th week of attachment... If only it was the 17th week… I seriously can’t wait for this to end… I’m supposed to work on these weekly reports and hand them in by tomorrow, along with my intranet by Friday. And the weekly reports aren’t given to me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, having half of it is worse than not having it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Thanks for giving half of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3366294039154598426?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3366294039154598426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3366294039154598426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3366294039154598426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3366294039154598426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekends-are-over.html' title='Weekends are over...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7218138384508591722</id><published>2007-11-09T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:55:42.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Just Sucks.</title><content type='html'>I've recently gotten really lazy and stopped blogging. Maybe I'm too busy with work and I can't seem to talk about anything else besides complaining about my work. My Life's pretty crappy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to work while anticipating the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend rolls around, and I dread Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Then the cycle just repeats itself over and over.&lt;br /&gt;For 17 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I only have to go to work tomorrow before the weekends come around, I still dread it. There are 2 reasons for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Tomorrow is the last day that Sinarta, Daphane, &amp;amp; Estee will be working at TNT. Although I only see them for 80 mins a day, (10 minutes before work, 60 minutes at lunch, &amp;amp; another 10 minutes after work) they are the ones that make work so much more pleasant. I can't believe I'll have to go through 11 more weeks without them. I will miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - My boss wants me to come up with a draft tomorrow. I got access to the company's intranet at 11pm on Tuesday. He told me to take a look at them, and that he wants the full draft of what i'm going to be doing by Friday. He said he would give me access to the Express Company's intranet and asked me to take a look at it tomorrow. From there, I'm supposed to "figure out" everything and come up with a draft by 4pm tomorrow. Oh yeah, the Intranet obviously isin't accessible from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on experience from school, drafts are... Drafts. They are a rough idea of how something should look like, hand drawn, and subject to alot of changes and improvements. I guess the word Draft means something else in TNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to know what i would be writing on each page, what picture i would be using for each page, and he originally wanted it to be computerized. He only told me that i can hand draw it since there wasn't much time. But by hook or by crook, he wants a computerized draft (basically a "Blueprint" by Monday). I'm not Superman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not Edward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy to have that done by 4pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the month of November, I was told that I would be working on a different project. A project that has NOTHING to do with IT. Then, at the end of it all, I would have to give a presentation in front of 5 managers telling them what i've learnt and how i would apply that knowledge in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that I'd be graded on this presentation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this feel a little bit like FYP? Is this even allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they judging me based on ONE presentation instead of how much i've improved or how much effort I put into getting the work done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B for my monthly grade. I asked my supervisor how I could get an A, and this is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, you're hitting my expectations. You're giving 100%. But for you to get an A, you would have to give it 130% and catch me off guard by surprising me and going beyond the distance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know running never solves the problem.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish it could.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna run &amp;amp; never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll look back and be proud that I made it through this ordeal...&lt;br /&gt;But that's only if I make it through...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7218138384508591722?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7218138384508591722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7218138384508591722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7218138384508591722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7218138384508591722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-just-sucks.html' title='Life Just Sucks.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1789851887595474765</id><published>2007-11-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:29:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>The weekends came and went just like that. This is the 6th week that I will be at TNT Express, which is also the last week that the NYP Interns will be attached here. How will next week be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to drink with Iris &amp;amp; Company on Saturday. On our way there, we were on this cab, and I swear that the cab driver was a little bit crazy. He started showing his middle finger at this other cab. He then wound down his window, and stuck his whole hand, with his middle finger and waved it around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about friendliness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to our destination safely, and entered the pub/bar or whatever. The place is called Graxs, and it’s not like a really nice place, but it’s the company that counts right? We went there because it was Iris’s friends’ birthday, and she was working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 of us drank 4 jugs of beer, and opened up a bottle of Chivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom got kind of drunk, and I felt hat he crossed the line with some of the comments he made to me &amp;amp; Carol. But oh well… I’ll just pretend that I didn’t hear what he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were red, my face was red, but I was not drunk. Dexter probably thought that I was though. He kept making sure that I was alright. Always making sure that I was not walking at the back of the group…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the concern… (It’s not sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 of us went to Geylang after that, so we split into 2 cabs. Dexter gave the wrong instructions to the cab driver, and we walked for about 15 minutes to reach our destination. Haha. I’m not blaming anyone though… It’s nice to take a stroll every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Tian Ji Zhou – Frog Porridge for supper, but it was SPICY. Took a cab home, and got home at 4:30am…&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;I was watching One Tree Hill season 4 yesterday, and they were asking each other when their most memorable birthday was. One replied their 12th birthday, the other replied their 9th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a memorable birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even remember much for my 18th birthday… and 19th…&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;I miss what WE used to have…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1789851887595474765?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1789851887595474765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1789851887595474765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1789851887595474765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1789851887595474765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6056942755866340711</id><published>2007-11-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:42.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Vote!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to vote… For those who know about this, good. For those who don’t, Listen Up! (Or read…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to get a chalet after our attachments to celebrate, and also a small Graduation celebration or something. Ha-ha. Our attachment I believe will end on the 24th, and on the 25th we will have to go back to school for some Internship Debrief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a calendar for the End of January and beginning of February for the year 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127774662481517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RymD4y11nKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DQE0SLc3LFg/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year falls on 7th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Internship ends on 24th Jan&lt;br /&gt;Debriefing on the 25th Feb&lt;br /&gt;My NS Medical Checkup on the 29th Jan – Yes, this is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chalet, I was thinking of booking the Changi Chalets, since it’s cheaper, and much bigger than Downtown east. We can arrange our own activities and bring our own entertainment… So yeah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days to book the Changi Chalet are either weekends or weekdays. (Check-in is from 3pm-5pm, Check-out is by 10am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends: Thursday to Monday ($160)&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays: Monday to Thursday ($45)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be around for almost the full day on the 29th as the medical checkup thing is like 9 in the morning, and will last for about 2 hours. After that, we have to sit through some test that’s like 4 hours wrong if I’m not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to decide when you guys want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: 24th – 28th Jan&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: 28th – 31st Jan&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: 31st – 4th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Option 4: 11th – 14th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Option 5: 14th – 18th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Option 6: 18th – 21st Feb&lt;br /&gt;Option 7: None of them. Make it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that have voted: Also pick an option for when the chalet should be held on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin - Aye (Option 6)&lt;br /&gt;Yong Sheng - Aye (All Options)&lt;br /&gt;Chee Chuan - Aye (Option 3)&lt;br /&gt;Shwa Juan - Aye (Option 6 &amp;amp;/Or 7)&lt;br /&gt;Candy - Aye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6056942755866340711?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6056942755866340711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6056942755866340711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6056942755866340711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6056942755866340711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-vote.html' title='Please Vote!!!'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RymD4y11nKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DQE0SLc3LFg/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1499580710086418053</id><published>2007-10-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:32:29.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day</title><content type='html'>I just received my pay 2 days ago, and boy am I happy. I'm not happy because I got $480 richer, but actually because it showed that a month has passed. 3 more months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to hear more stories of people's attachment turning bad. I think I'd rather have an attachment start off bad, and get better, rather than start off great, and starts to deteriorate afterwards. Hang in there YS... Don't be so gullible and think that everyone is nice. Men (&amp;amp; Women) are selfish by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a human loses their compassion for another, they are nothing but beasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about that Youtube video in the newspapers today where there are 3 tourists that "bullied" the uncle that was operating the trishaw. I went to see the video earlier on, and it's disgusting to see how people react. Sure, the tourists were wrong to be laughing at the uncle that was 70 years old. But must you throw in their race and nationality when criticizing them? How would you feel if you were judged based on your nationality and race? If you were to visit a different country, would you want others to be judging you because you're a Singaporean? It's not doing Singapore any good when you decide to throw malicious comments based on nationality and race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on having chalet after our attachment ends? Who's up for it? Please say "Aye" if you are up for it and "Nay" if you're against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelvin - Aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain people are starting to piss me off... Taking a small matter and blowing it to huge proportions as if it was a life and death situation. Just get over it. Stop trying to always be the center of attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1499580710086418053?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1499580710086418053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1499580710086418053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1499580710086418053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1499580710086418053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7901388943111184197</id><published>2007-10-25T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:44.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was my brother's Birthday (Happy Birthday btw...) and we went to the East Coast Seafood center for dinner. We ordered a bunch of stuff and boy was I full after that meal. There was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Crabs&lt;br /&gt;Black Pepper Crabs&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Fish&lt;br /&gt;Scallop wrapped in Yam&lt;br /&gt;Sambal Kankong&lt;br /&gt;Cereal Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Baby Squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Yam pudding with Ginko Nuts. (Oh Nee, or Or Ni - or mix and match those up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of us total. Including me. How can we not be full???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared up not too long ago... Was watching this Taiwanese news and they showed a fire in a person's house. Then they went on to explain that the lady living in that house owns up to 80 something dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the dogs were trapped in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't bad enough, they went on the explain that the shrieks and cries of the dogs could be heard from the ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling sad already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to stop talking and let us listen to the noise of the video. The dogs shrieks and cries were very audible... I teared up immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Medical Appointment tomrrow for my lungs at CGH. That means, no work tmr! Hope i remember to get a letter from the doctor... Wait i get charged for AWOL. considered as absent for 3 days leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only take a max of 8 days MC. 3 days absent will devastate the number of MC days i'm allowed to take lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the first time in the whole 4 weeks that I had time to stare at the computer and think of what to do. I completed like most of my work in the first 3 days, working my ass off from 8:30 to 5:55 as I thought that I would not have enough time to complete all the stuff. So while thinking of what to do, I decided to take a quiz... Its some brainteaser quiz, and here's my result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You answered 28 out of 30 questions correctly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125209905580842098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RyBnQS11nHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5ryRUBmS-cU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations! Your score is in the 99th percentile, so on average, if 100 people took this test your score would be expected to rank higher than 98 of them. Your strongest area is your linguistic-mathematical ability where you scored in the 100th percentile. This means you are suited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Translating words into numbers and solving "word problems"&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through a mass of information to find a clear answer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't know that I was a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9770471-7901388943111184197?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7901388943111184197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7901388943111184197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7901388943111184197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7901388943111184197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-didnt-know.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RyBnQS11nHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5ryRUBmS-cU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3660799071474226794</id><published>2007-10-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:46:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>So last Sunday I went out for dinner with my family. We were on our way home from dinner and stopped at the traffic light of Bedok North Road and Bedok Reservoir Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was channel hopping on the radio. Switching between 93.3, 98.7 and 98.0. It was 8:20 and I was thinking: "Man, when I get home, I can sleep early so that I would not be tired for work tomorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rattle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rattle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rattle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Booom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew forward a little bit, had one arm on the drivers seat, and the other on the cupholder that was in the center. I didn't move at all for like 5 seconds, and I couldn't even think of words to say. My mind was just blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, this Blue Honda hits the rear right end corner of our car (closest to me). My dad said something, but I can't remember what, and he got out of the car to examine the damage. So after talking for like 2 mins the guy says, why don't we drive after the traffic light and park at the side then we'll talk there (The accident happened on the center lane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hopped into our not so perfect car and drove past the traffic lights. We waited for a minute or so but the car never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Lao Eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me he ran away ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my dad walked back and they were still parked there in the center. We crossed the road and walked over to them. basically, their Front left wheel had concaved in, and it was impossible for them to drive off. The driver, a lady of only 3 years my senior was stuck inside her car and was unable to get out as the front bumper went underneath the car and lodged her door shut. But at least no one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a malay family who were probably going back home (They also stayed at Pasir Ris) after visiting people as they were all dressed up nicely and everything. They had a baby in the back seat too, probably unaware of what was going on. (No wonder they say ignorance is bliss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we asked them what happened and the story that they told us was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their car was stopped behind our car at the traffic light. They decied to change lanes form our lane to the lane on the right. When they peered through the side view mirror, there were no cars. So she proceeded with the changing of lanes.&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, this grey Subaru comes speeding down this lane and hits them. They then hit us. However, this grey Subaru drives off after hitting them. (So it's a hit and run case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To believe or not to believe. That's the Question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because the malay family seemed like really nice people. Ok, thats not a valid reason... But it was because we had heard the rattling noise before the collision of the Honda into us. No we didn't hear the *Boom* when the Subaru hit the Honda and we didn't see the Subaru either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that rattling noise convinced us. You see, the Honda's front bumper was underneath the car. So the bumper moving across the road would have caused the rattling noise. And also, if the Honda had just hit us without the Subaru, the bumper would have still been at the front, instead of underneath the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that the Subaru hit the front of the Honda, knocked off the Bumper and then the Honda went over the bumper and hit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DAMN the Subaru Driver. You hit a car, which causes a 2nd collision and you dare run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you fall flat on your face and smash your nose in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you try and go for plastic surgery but come out of the room with a nose like Michael Jackson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I shouldn't be cursing people. I don't want bad Karma. So i'll take that back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, a Hit and Run case. I feel really bad for the malay family cuz like we should be asking their insurance company to pay for our damages. Of course they would want the Subaru to pay for our, and their damages, but we just don't know the license plate number of the Subaru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I can't stand the people that stare like nobody's business when there's an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no use winding down the window either... You can smell the accident meh!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the sign that people do with their hands when they're angry? You know the one where it seems like they're flipping/pointing their middle fingers but just don't have the guts to do so, so they just use all 5 fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that sign. Must you do that cuz we're blocking the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is in the center lane, It can't be driven off, what do you want us to do? The tow truck is on the way... You want us to tow it out of the road ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*cking Ignorant Selfish people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and a police car with flashing lights arrived. I looked away, and the next thing I knew, they were gone. And there I was thinking that they actually cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to go to the Neighbourhood Police Post and make a report. And there was only one guy working at the counter handling the complaints/cases. We spent like a total of 45 minutes there. Damn... Too many police checking IC's in broad daylight already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It happened to me once. I was at a chalet at Changi, and we were walking over to changi village for lunch. the 5 of us (So its not even an illegal gathering). Then suddenly a police car stops us and asks us for our IC. We were walking on the sidewalk, NOTHING illegal there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why check our IC when its 12 noon, and 5 people? Scared that we're guys by day, and Ah Gua's by night ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only got home at like 10 something close to 11, and my right shoulder was aching. Guess its the after effect of the collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Subaru... Hope it breaks down...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, cursing a car shouldn't have bad karma on me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new guy has came in to work already... He's still learning all the different kinds of reports from Jasper. Then i'm supposed to teach him some other new stuff today... Then I start teaching 2 weekly reports each week... Slowly easing my work load...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda pity him. Gosh, what a boring/tedious job he'll have until he gets a different job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems like a nice guy, and thank god he's a new employee... At least it minimizes the fact that he'll pull rank and make me do the work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a weird note, TNT's internet was down for like half a day that day. I couldn't even use it to go to google or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think due to that upgrade or downgrade, the ban that they have on certain websites are down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I can go to Myspace, Friendster, and even Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't really went on those sites yet. Scared that they have some kind of tracking system. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also sign into MSN!!! But it signs me off after 10 seconds of being online. So, F it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a medical appointment this Friday, so that means I have today, and Tomorrow left until the weekend... WooHoo!!! These couple of weeks seem to have gone by pretty quickly... Hopefully, 15 other weeks will go by quickly too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3660799071474226794?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3660799071474226794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3660799071474226794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3660799071474226794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3660799071474226794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6413279885225055107</id><published>2007-10-20T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and Stuff...</title><content type='html'>Alright... Just a quick update on some stuff... Like my internship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i'm not exaggerating anything. My school's supervisor has now gotten involved and has told me that he MIGHT be pulling me out of the company if they don't stop making me do the reports soon. I was told to basically give him an hour to hour basis on what I  do at the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of someone being pulled out of a company before. This is my first, and it might be happening to me... Me and my drama filled life ... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in the middle of two rocks about this situation though. Sure, i'd LOVE to leave the company, the work sucks, and the tension in that office is just so high. and the environment that i'm working at is just quiet. It just seems like everyone in there is working EVERY single minute. Never once taking a break and to just be human. Until lunch time or after working hours. Damn TNT has hired some REALLY good people to do work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just not me. I love to have fun while working at the same time. Same goes with projects and any other things that i do. Whats the point of doing them when you're not having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I pity my supervisor (Ajit). You see, my department SQ (Service Quality) is a small department. It only comprises of 4 people, including me. The big boss of SQ is never around, and he's always at meetings and such. Ajit is 2nd in line and has been recently packed with a bunch of projects and meetings. Jasper is leaving in like 2 and a half more days... and then there's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening at the same time for Ajit. The work load, Jasper leaving, Me coming, and Someone new coming to replace Jasper. Its just hard for him to handle and his hands are already tied behind his back. So I wanna leave, but what happens if I really do? Who's going to teach the new person how to do the reports? (I'm supposed to be the one teaching him/her btw, and i'd be graded on my supervisional skills also. Which i think Mr. Ho, my school supervisor, would NOT like.) I believe that the new person that's about to be hired is from an internal posting, meaning that the person has been working in the TNT for some time already, and just decided to change their job scope/surroundings. This is a huge disadvantage for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a grown adult that has been working in TNT longer than me want to take instructions from a person that is here only for attachment? How am I supposed to "delegate" my work to them? - Which is what Ajit told me I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hour to hour record of what i did on Friday, but there's no point for me to type it out here. Since I believe none will be interested. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNT had an event just recently. It was hilarious. The MC kept telling the big bosses to "Suck Harder" as the game was that the boss had to drink orange juice from a milk bottle. Me and the other interns from NYP just laughed our asses off at the back... lol... I wonder what i'd do without them. Guess i'll find out in 3 weeks time as their attachment ends then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream about 2 nights ago... Dreamt of people that I actually forgot existed... I dreamt of some people in the US, and it was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that night, I had a dream that i was in a packed elevator and the cable just snapped and i was plummeting to my death. In there, i told myself: "So, this is how it ends..." Yeah. Talk about being under stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, here's some pictures from the zoo that I promised on the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Orang Utan was the one that was hiding from that huge Charlie... It even used that rice sack to cover itself as it was drizzling that day... Smart animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoHpqKcSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hBBZ6ylCjgs/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoHpqKcSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hBBZ6ylCjgs/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381269250076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming Orangzilla... Charlie. But I gotta admit, its the best looking Orang Utan to me as its hair is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoH5qKcTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o9oSCi_PtRo/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoH5qKcTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o9oSCi_PtRo/s320/IMG_3316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381273545044274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see what the wordings say, it says "This is how far a tiger can jump"... We placed Iris there just to show you how far it is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoH5qKcUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/drGjm9ADSIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoH5qKcUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/drGjm9ADSIQ/s320/IMG_3327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381273545044290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance, they took several photos of us. This is a really nice photo but i didn't feel the urge to buy it at first. Then while waiting for the cab home, I regretted my decision... So I took a photo of the photo that the others bought... lol. I know. Cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoIJqKcVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDxGuVz0K7A/s1600-h/IMG_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoIJqKcVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDxGuVz0K7A/s320/IMG_3329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381277840011602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the camera!!! It takes such clear photos and it can zoom in pretty far. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0ZqKcNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vBcox01136A/s1600-h/IMG_3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0ZqKcNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vBcox01136A/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123380938537595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carol trying to take a picture with that... um... thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0ZqKcOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i74sNz89ABE/s1600-h/IMG_3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0ZqKcOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i74sNz89ABE/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123380938537595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 5 with a clear view of the Mandai Reservoir... Or is it a lake? (From Left to right: Carol, Iris, Me, Johnathan, Wei Li...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0pqKcPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y-JIgZvYm1s/s1600-h/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn0pqKcPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y-JIgZvYm1s/s320/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123380942832562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it... And stick it in your head. Don't you axeman feel bad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn05qKcQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UHwOD7-gMxE/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn05qKcQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UHwOD7-gMxE/s320/IMG_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123380947127529730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why i'm an avid surporter of Live Earth... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn05qKcRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZXWn6399oUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rxnn05qKcRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZXWn6399oUQ/s320/IMG_3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123380947127529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... These were some of the pictures that I took, the others were all of the animals. So there's not much point in posting those pictures. One last note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hungry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6413279885225055107?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6413279885225055107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6413279885225055107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6413279885225055107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6413279885225055107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/pics-and-stuff.html' title='Pics and Stuff...'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RxnoHpqKcSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hBBZ6ylCjgs/s72-c/IMG_3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8780422109124391605</id><published>2007-10-17T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:32:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you guys have realized, I’ve stopped updating my blog as often as I used to. Blame My Job! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one rant to get out and that is to my colleague…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re an Ass!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh… You had Saturday and Sunday off, you have 3 days of leave to clear, and chose to take it on Monday, which you knew was the busiest day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------Nevermind…---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have the cheek to go and take M.C. on Tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re really sick, then it’s ok… But when I saw you today, you looked TOTALLY fine. No indication of being sick at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------Nevermind…---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use up all of your leave on next Monday again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------Nevermind…---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now decide to teach me everything else a day before you leave. So what should I do when I have problems doing them the very next day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------Nevermind…---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you keep bragging about your new 1 and a half day leave for Hari Raya (Don’t ask me why its 1½ days of leave… I also don’t know…) that TNT has just given you in front of me when I got ZERO days of leave…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------NOW I MIND!!! ---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so… Ugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also busy these days cuz I’m helping my god-cousin with this figure wrestling federation thing by doing a little website and stuff… So I’m usually over at his house after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know… Lame to some, but it may be interesting to others…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes LOTS of work. You can spend like hours on it to do a 5 minute match…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least it gives me something to think about while I’m at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know that you have a supervisor that is willing to help you out whenever your company decides to give you the “dirty” work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ho called up my supervisor yesterday, and told him that the school did NOT want me to be doing the work that I’m currently doing. So yeah, guess I’ll be doing this until the next person comes in and takes over my current colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work’s getting better; the relationship between my other colleagues has also gotten better… So yeah, it’s been a good 3rd week so far. Except for the nagging feeling that I’d have to do even more reports than what I’m currently working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the zoo on Saturday... I know that I went there not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed Ah meng mah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I saw this other male Orang Utan named Charlie there that came from Malaysia that was known to be aggressive. It’s so freaking huge in size. I seriously thought I saw “Big Foot” for a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was put into this glass exhibition with one other orang utan there to basically interact with Charlie. So poor thing right? I’ll put up pictures on my next post…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after the zoo cuz everyone was tired… Went to Elias Mall for dinner cuz Xin Wei just came back from Australia after being there for his attachment. Talk for quite a while, then went over to my god cousin’s place right afterwards. Lol. Told you that it takes a lot of time already…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Britney Spear’s new MTV for “Gimme More” and its pretty dumb. In the whole video, she keeps pole dancing, with a pole of course, and dances against the wall. That practically sums up the video…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking the other day about Karma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears must’ve done something REALLY bad to Justin Timberlake when they were together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why your love went away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Guess Justin was right… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8780422109124391605?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8780422109124391605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8780422109124391605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8780422109124391605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8780422109124391605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6235435442991936352</id><published>2007-10-12T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:17:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe... Just breathe...</title><content type='html'>I’ve just possible had the shock of my life just 5 minutes ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to calm myself down…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting at my desk, 2 other people are sitting on the right of me, pretty far away, and there’s 3 people having a meeting in front of me. The 2 desks behind me are currently empty, and the windows behind this desk are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading YS’s blog (must be he damn suay) then suddenly…&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;*BOOM*&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;Ok, not exactly “boom” but I don’t know how to type that kind of sound out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically jumped out of my seat and turned to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started looking towards the source of the noise, and the people in front of me paused their meeting to see what was going on also. The sound itself was pretty loud, but since the office is really quiet, it made it sound even louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what happened was the window flew open, as if a HUGE gust of wind traveling at a hurricane’s speed blew straight at it. The blinds that were inside of this window were then seen hanging out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only conclusion is that a huge gust of wind blew the window open. But where did the wind come from? We’re in an enclosed air conditioned place…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe the windows were the kind that if you pushed it out to a certain distance, it would force itself to open. So I went to test the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the window doesn’t do that. AND the window DAMN heavy lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of wind can push open that heavy window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did it come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m &lt;em&gt;spooked&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re saying that something is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shutter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; style or something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m such a kind soul. How can? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second, I thought that it was something like 9/11 as there are planes flying over our building all the time as the airport is just further down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that it was an accident….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this isn’t a safe place to be working at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay… Maybe I’m thinking too much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in...&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out...&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6235435442991936352?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6235435442991936352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6235435442991936352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6235435442991936352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6235435442991936352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/breathe-just-breathe.html' title='Breathe... Just breathe...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1967672985643558629</id><published>2007-10-10T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:24:33.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend + My Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is probably the one weekend that I loved the most. Not because of what I did over the weekend, but rather what I DIDN’T do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I hate my work, and in case you still don’t know why, I’ll have things to tell you why. But let’s save that for later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to town on Saturday at like 1:30 to meet YS and CC to head for kbox. Then had dinner at Thai Express…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do much on Sunday either as I just went out with my parents for breakfast/lunch, and did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the interesting part of the weekend was actually on Saturday. I think because I haven’t been on traveling on the train for along time already, fate just wanted to inform me that weird things do happen on the train usually involving stupid/weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got on the train at Pasir Ris, I definitely had a seat. When we were around Kallang, a mom with 2 kids walked into the train. The lady next to me immediately stood up letting the kids take the seat. BUT the stupid mother decides to take the seat for herself. She sits down while the kids look at her crowding around her legs/knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I do? Of course I had to stand up lah! So when I stood up, the kids went to sit down, and the damn mother didn’t even say thank you. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TEACH MANNERS TO YOUR CHILDREN. LEAD BY EXAMPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating people. So many of them on the trains…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there was this guy, damn feminine. He was carrying a Louis Vuitton wallet, and a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Now, I believe that they were real, cuz he was DAMN metrosexual (Not that there’s anything wrong with being one) and he seemed like he’s the type that will buy the Louis Vuitton bag and sleep in the streets for like 2 months or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what he decides to do? He decides to freaking put the Louis Vuitton luggage on some trolley that people carry to the market and hook his bag onto the trolley with some rubber thing… It SOOO downgrades the image of Louis Vuitton lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag was so empty that it was slouching down the sides. Cannot just carry it meh? Do you really need a trolley to pull that 2 pound bag around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while standing, this auntie stands right beside me… Before I know it, she started scratching or massaging her armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISGUSTING RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh… If you wanna scratch/massage your armpits, then do it at home. IN THE SHOWER!. If you die die must scratch/massage in public, then do it discreetly please. Not in the train when people are looking at you from both sides lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I eventually got off the train (Thank god) and met YS and CC, who were BOTH late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and everything, I took the train back home, and I guess god hates me. (I’m guessing based on my attachment and how unlucky I am in seeing all these stupid/weird people on the train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride home, another auntie decides to put on diapers on her child (a boy). ON THE SEATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks the boy to lay down on the seats, the boy sticks both his legs in the air, she removes his pants and… I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Then I stare at the boy meh!?! Wait people say I Pedophile lah! But I mean, C’mon… We’re on the train, and you decided to put on diapers? What if he suddenly shits in the diapers? You’re going to change his diapers and wipe his butt on the train is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, why the hell must you _______ people hold the railings that’s situated above your heads!?! There’s railings at the side, can’t you hold that? Must you stretch your armpits by holding the top railing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT SMELL ONE LEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t they be considerate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just put your hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Shower….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scrub your armpits REALLY REALLY hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That auntie that scratched her armpits should do this too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it won’t itch on the train…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the relationships between me and my colleagues are getting better. But it seems like they will ONLY talk to me when they need something from me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand my colleague now. The guy that was my “stand-in” supervisor for the first 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s supposed to be teaching me how to do the reports so he’s already taught a couple to me. So now the reports become my job, and it lessens his work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I completed the report but I forgot to save it, and I spent 2 hours on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to rush it out before I went to lunch. However, there’s another report that I have to do at 11:30. So he says: “Do the IR report first, then after that continue with your current report”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heads back to his desk, and then 5 mins later, stands up and goes for lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT HELP ME DO THE IR REPORT AR?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m there working my ass off just so that I can complete it before the last lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he decides to take his remaining leave (because he’s resigning on the 25th) on Mondays. The days that have the MOST work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ckin Asshole lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he keeps saying he only has 9 more days left before he resigns…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT!?! I only have…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um…&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;Still Calculating…..&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;78 days left only mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days big deal meh!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I hate is that he’s so horny or smth. When we go to the Pick-Up &amp;amp; Delivery area, there’s this girl who’s kinda pretty. He keeps talking to her, and orders me around to do the work. We have to put up some graphs on the bulletin which is outside of the office. He makes me do the work while he keeps talking to the girl lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bulletin is so high! I CANNOT REACH!!! No stools around also… I look so dumb… I have to stretch to my maximum before I reach it, and it seriously gives me cramps lah! But he’s still talking to the girl in the air conditioned room while I’m sweating bullets outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah… He keeps playing the same song on the computer when the boss isin’t around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps replaying the song from 200 pound beauty. Then when I tell him to change songs because it’s so annoying to repeat the SAME song, he changes it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the song Because I’m a Girl by Kiss. He then repeats this song over and over again. When I tell him to change, it goes back to the 200 pound beauty song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of asking him to change the song already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of my work too! Lol. The workload just gets heavier and heavier…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Here’s the end to my long rant… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1967672985643558629?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1967672985643558629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1967672985643558629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1967672985643558629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1967672985643558629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-my-rant.html' title='The weekend + My Rant'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3507323319149217109</id><published>2007-10-03T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:42:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one of the “Heroes”</title><content type='html'>I knew it all along that I had it inside of me. I knew that I was different from all of my loser-ish friends (just kidding btw) and I just found out what my super power is. (I originally thought my super power was allowing me to sit on people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I was made to do something in this world. What’s my super power? I can predict the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predicted that I would have lunch all by myself, and guess what? I DID. Day two of work, and I ended up eating by myself. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people treat me like i'm invisible. Wait... Invisibility might be another one of my super powers. None of them actually talked to me. Lol. My outgoing character has turned into some office person who just sits at his desk squinting his eyes at his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF LIKE MY EYES NOT SMALL ENOUGH IN REAL LIFE ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another prediction and it came true once more. That prediction was that only things can get better. And it did for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got to work, this lady asked me if was going to lunch today and if I wanted to go and have lunch with her. So we went out for lunch together, and she's a pretty funny person. While at Bedok Interchange, another lady sat beside us as she was having lunch by herself. (She's also from our company). I talked to her, and I guess they're pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to work, and I fell silent again. I guess we can't really talk and joke much in the office as the boss is in a grumpy mood these past few days. So yeah, I went back to squinting my tiny eyes. I hope they don't say that I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back a little today to write notes about each report that I have to do and at the same time wait for the company's transportation to the Tanah Merah MRT Station. Talked to this other guy who runs around the place. It really sucks that the people I actually get along with don't really work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I can make time fast forward and rewind too! I have to punch card you see, and It's always 10 minutes fast. I admit I can't control my powers of time changing... So I have to be there 10 minutes early EVERYDAY lah! Cannot leave early also, because wait everyone gossips about me being lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since I have such a super power of predicting the future, I'm gonna predict the 1st Prize of 4-D. Make sure you buy it ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;59249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confident that this will be the first prize!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realised that the hits on my blog have increased at a faster pace since the attachment has began. I only have one thing to tell all you lucky b!tches who has so much time to view my blog while at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Predict the Future,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Invisible,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Time Mover,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Miserable,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sit on People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka Claven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9770471-3507323319149217109?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3507323319149217109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3507323319149217109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3507323319149217109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3507323319149217109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-one-of-heroes.html' title='I am one of the “Heroes”'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6457142660770308173</id><published>2007-10-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:31:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of attachment.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I had a bunch of emotions. Feeling scared, to excited, and I had so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all my co-workers are bitchy?&lt;br /&gt;What if they all make me do their work?&lt;br /&gt;What if they're not friendly?&lt;br /&gt;What if the boss expects so much more from me?&lt;br /&gt;What if they dig their noses and eats whatever treasure they manage to dig out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had questions about the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cold?&lt;br /&gt;Is it hot?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get a desk?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get my own computer?&lt;br /&gt;Can I listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;How is lunch settled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the first day of work,&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-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE MY JOB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current supervisor (Because my real one is overseas) is a little freaky. He kept talking about the girls in the whole company non stop... What do you expect me to do? Conversate with you about who I think is pretty and who's not on my first day of work with my supervisor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my supervisor because he's the only one that practically talks to me. He wanted us to have lunch with some other guy, so we did. I ate sliced fish soup, and I didn't finish my vegetables. He suddenly goes... "Haiyo... Never eat vegetables one... tsk tsk tsk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! I ate my vegetables. They just decided to give access vegetables that day. I couldn't finish them lah! And I didn't know him that well, must he say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the people will be more friendly this time, because some of them barely said "eh". I'm not kidding lah! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are doing better than me for your attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Shwa Juan, she had to work OT on the first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for the better... For me first. Then maybe everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6457142660770308173?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6457142660770308173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6457142660770308173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6457142660770308173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6457142660770308173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-attachment.html' title='First day of attachment.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3081198306036848891</id><published>2007-09-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things.</title><content type='html'>Went to school on Wednesday for the Pre-Internship seminar. It only ended at 5 even though it started at 3:15. Only 45 mins of the talk was useful. Waste an hour of my time! I eventually met my Liaison Officer and I find out that my allowance is $500 a month. But I still have to buy clothes cuz I HAVE to wear formal shirts to work everyday... Its from 9-6 and begins on Monday. But we were told to expect to work longer than the working hours stated... Gosh, I still have to write a Introduction letter for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro for what? I thought Introduction letters are meant to sell ourselves to the company? I've already sold them the next 17 weeks of my life for $500 a month. I sure am cheap. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shwa Juan gets a hefty $850 a month. Hopefully they don't overwork you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the seminar, I went out with Chee Chuan and Suraj to New York New York for dinner. The first time there, the food was bland. This time, the food was pretty good. The pasta was great, but the chicken that came on top of the pasta seemed to have been killed in an unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drowned in Oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to the movies yesterday and we watched "Nanny Diaries". The first half an hour was BORING. A couple even left. Then it started to get better, then when it was at its climax, this happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;Yeah, nothing happened. Because there was a blackout caused by some technical difficulties. Sat around in the cinema for like 15 minutes then we realized that they weren't able to resume the movie. So we were given this complimentary blue pass that we can use to watch any movie any time any where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend didn't feel "SHIOK" since she didn't get to finish a movie, and asked if I wanted to watch another movie. We walked straight over to Century Square and saw "Balls of Fury". Back to back movies... Call me crazy! Ok, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to school today at 10:30am. My friend Lee Yung Sheng asked me to go down to school to play tennis with him since the Hey! Gorgeous crew were filming in school today and he was one of the contestants. Ben Yeo and Fiona Xie (who was wearing like 5 inch heels) then played a little bit of tennis against Yung Sheng. If you see that episode, you might see me standing at the corner of the tennis court not wanting to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished filming him at like 11, then just as I had predicted, he just left me there. Thank god I expected it and asked Suraj to accompany me. Daniel also arrived shortly later to accompany me... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around at FC 3 until like 2:45, then headed to the foyer outside of fc 5 to watch the top 3 guys and girls. Here's a picture that I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rvz8F5qKcMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aauUOzmigv0/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rvz8F5qKcMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aauUOzmigv0/s320/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115240455093252290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left after they filmed to meet Suraj at his clubhouse as he was waiting for something to arrive. When it arrived, he left me in the room with like 10 people that I did not know for like 15 minutes lah! I looked like some idiot... They were also from a different club, and they were talking about some club activity. Also cannot join in the conversation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you guys that I am shy when I don't know the person/people... Still don't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't leave school until like 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I gotta work on my Introduction letter now before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ugh! I did it again... - Don't think dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3081198306036848891?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3081198306036848891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3081198306036848891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3081198306036848891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3081198306036848891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-things.html' title='Random Things.'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rvz8F5qKcMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aauUOzmigv0/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8293687087240881832</id><published>2007-09-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor: China</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I am a HUGE fan of reality shows such as Amazing race, America's Next Top Model, and tons of others. So how can I not love the mother of all reality shows - Survivor: China. Which is already the 15th season of survivor. On the 13th season of survivor, there were 20 people, and on the 14th, there were 19 (Because someone quit at the very last minute). Why is there only 16 people this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough budget for air tickets to China ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 16 castaways divided into 2 groups. Fei Long (Top half of the picture), and Zhan Hu (Bottom half of the picture). (It's so weird listening to these people pronouncing their tribe names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RvfHmZqKcKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A86EuAXjJOc/s1600-h/Survivor+China+Contestants.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RvfHmZqKcKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A86EuAXjJOc/s320/Survivor+China+Contestants.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113775364439175330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fei Long &lt;/span&gt;- Aaron, Amanda, Courtney, Denise, James, Jean-Robert, Leslie, Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhan Hu&lt;/span&gt; - Ashley, Chicken, Eric, Dave, Frosti, Jaime, Peih-Gee, Sherea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this season, a WWE Diva -Ashley, is one of the 16 castaways on Survivor: China. It'll be interesting to see how things work out for her. Even though she practically screws up (botches) every move when she's wrestling - earning her the nickname of botchley, she has been trained to tolerate the bumps and bruises at least to a certain extent. So she's my current favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the challenge, both teams were practically neck to neck but when it switched to the mental game, Zhanhu seemed like they were just standing there watching the Fei Long fly to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just based on the first episode, I can't stand 2 people already. Courtney and Chicken. (I have a feeling I won't like Dave, and Jean-Robert too, but I'll decided after the next episode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Courtney did to annoy me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before the game started, they went through a ceremony where they had to bow several times. Throughout the whole thing, Courtney was rolling her eyes as if she was too good for it. She even stated: "I’m not trying to be a monk here. I’m tired; I want to go sit back with a lemonade, I don’t wanna be like bowing 37 times. We bowed for like days, I swear to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that bowing 37 times makes you tired, then you are in for one hell of a ride then. The game has not even started and you think bowing 37 times makes you tired even when you were well nourished? You think survivor is a 39 day spa treatment is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also stated: "I seemed to be marooned in a land of flight attendants and Sunday school teachers. This is like my own private hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell got that nice meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Chicken did to annoy me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It takes a darn lot of effort to understand whatever that comes out of his mouth because of his accent. But thats alright, I won't dislike you just because of that. I'm not that shallow. HAHAHA. Anyways, this guy claims to "live in the woods" and therefore has alot of experience in building a shelter. He voiced his opinions at the early stages of the game, but I guess was ignored because the rest were busy interacting with one another, or maybe the rest also couldn't understand him and therefore pretended to not hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then stated "I got a lot of experience over these characters. I was just giving my opinion and nobody wanted it so you know, I’m done suggesting." Later when people were asking him of opinions of how to build a shelter, he kept saying It's up to you, and never voiced any opinions. How helpful is "Up to you"? Live up to your nickname! A Chicken's dock-a-doodle-doo may be more helpful as it might mean that the sun is rising soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not going to help, you're not helping the tribe. Therefore, your services are no longer needed. When he was voted off the tribe he yelled "DAMN" really loudly that it shocked like the 2 women in front of him. It was hilarious! Chill chicken! Go lay an egg or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RvfRp5qKcLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DkcpYoVOXho/s1600-h/Survivor+China+Contestants+Updated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RvfRp5qKcLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DkcpYoVOXho/s320/Survivor+China+Contestants+Updated.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786419684995250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched an episode of Hey! Gorgeous and those people look totally different in person and in their pictures that were submitted online. Anywayz, it seems like they will be going down to Singapore Poly this friday on the 28th of September...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go down to school on Wednesday at 3:15 pm for some pre-internship briefing at MLT 12. The train of reality is about to hit me real soon. Hopefully I won't crumble to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8293687087240881832?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8293687087240881832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8293687087240881832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8293687087240881832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8293687087240881832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/survivor-china.html' title='Survivor: China'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RvfHmZqKcKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A86EuAXjJOc/s72-c/Survivor+China+Contestants.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3401217006959200187</id><published>2007-09-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:54:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for the best, Expecting the worst.</title><content type='html'>When everything seems to be going well, Life always finds a way to set that back. Just like a couple of days ago. But lets not talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out where i'm attached to for my ITP. I've been attached to this company called TNT Express Pte Ltd. It has a staff strength of like 400 people (I don't know if this is good or bad...) and it stated that I will be working on "TNT-based web page, Internet, and Web Page Design" based on the "Additional Info on the work you do" posted at school. (Thanks Shwa Juan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this, it comes with good and bad news... So lets just start off with the good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that its pretty close to my house. No more traveling to dover back and forth 5 times a week. Although I don't exactly know where this company is, or how i'd get there, I'm pretty sure it'll be faster than me heading to dover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that... I'M WORKING THERE BY MYSELF! No one else is attached to this company at all! I will be going there and working by myself for like the next 4 months... Those who know me knows that I HATE having lunch by myself. Hopefully this won't be the case for like 4 months. I don't wanna be the loser that has lunch by himself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine me eating the lunch that I brought from home sitting in the corner and eating by myself? Gosh... Hopefully it'll be nothing like that. It feels like i'm going to high school all over again or smth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else right now that I can do besides hoping for the best, and expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, maybe there are certain things to do like learn HTML again (Although my lecturer didn't really teach me HTML the first time round). But it's the HOLIDAYS leh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3401217006959200187?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3401217006959200187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3401217006959200187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3401217006959200187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3401217006959200187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoping-for-best-expecting-worst.html' title='Hoping for the best, Expecting the worst.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-385700667379748055</id><published>2007-09-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:51:02.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Again</title><content type='html'>Remember when I was at my ultimate low a month ago? I managed to climb out of it with a little help from Melissa of course. But how fast does it take to fall back down into that dark empty hole? It took me practically 2 minutes to fall back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I wish I never knew. The saying of "The Less You Know, The Better" is SO true in my circumstance. The worst of it all is that I can't even talk about it. I have to climb out of this hole all by myself. I just need to know that someone's there when i'm out of the hole. I need to know that people would be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep yesterday, but laid in bed with my eyes WIDE open for about 40 minutes. Throughout the last 10 minutes, I realised that I was trembling also. But I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were certain things that I could permanently erase off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could choose what I want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all that was just a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-385700667379748055?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/385700667379748055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=385700667379748055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/385700667379748055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/385700667379748055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-when-i-was-at-my-ultimate-low.html' title='Low Again'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8170246159081900</id><published>2007-09-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot Forearms... With tons of pictures...</title><content type='html'>So I went to Sentosa today. I managed to wake up at 8 in the morning even though I slept at like 3:30am the day before. I woke up that early because we were supposed to meet at 10 at Harbourfront at 10am. I arrived at 10:03am, and I was the earliest... Went to the hawker center for breakfast and took the Monorail from Vivo to Sentosa. Chong Jun (CJ) had bad luck with the Monorail stations. The card(s) that he would scan would always screw up. The rest of us had no problems whatsoever. When we arrived at the beach, the sun was beaming... Because the sun was so glaring, Candy decided to get a pair of shades... She found a perfectly matching pair of shades at a store nearby, and decided to buy it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6v8l6Uz7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/plVeF02BvJY/s1600-h/Candy+with+Shades.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6v8l6Uz7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/plVeF02BvJY/s320/Candy+with+Shades.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111216082615848882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just Kidding... She didn't buy it. Anywayz, Yong Sheng (YS) didn't arrive until 1 and here's a picture of the 6 of us (From left to right - Yong Sheng, Candy, Daniel, Chong Jun, Me, Kevin) waiting for the tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vy16Uz6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3PFYlaPSbew/s1600-h/All+6+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vy16Uz6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3PFYlaPSbew/s320/All+6+of+us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111215915112124322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They decided to play Frisbee by the beach, and its a bad idea if you don't want to get wet. Unless you're experts of course. So The Frisbee flew into the water, and I was the lucky one that went to retrieve it. So I was wet. Since I was wet, it wasn't fair that the others remained dry. So we played a game where the loser will have to take 2 steps towards the water. As usual, Yong Sheng tries his best to win. Here's a picture of him trying to fight the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vkl6Uz5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5ewPLnJmgI4/s1600-h/YS+Losing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vkl6Uz5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5ewPLnJmgI4/s320/YS+Losing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111215670298988434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yong Sheng always tries to win, but he always loses. He claims that he's good in Daytona, but lost by a considerable amount when we played. (But he also has his "tyco" times). Haha. Daniel wins and manages to stay dry. For an extra 10 minutes. So finally the 5 of us is wet, so we decided to take a picture in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vbF6Uz4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/aSGUxskJv2Q/s1600-h/5+in+the+Sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vbF6Uz4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/aSGUxskJv2Q/s320/5+in+the+Sea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111215507090231170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like Daniel caught a cold. Learn from me, wear a shirt... Haha. Eh, the picture is actually a very nice picture you know... Why did you have to ruin it??? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to set the timer on the camera, a lady walked up to us and asked if we would like her to take a picture for us. We didn't even ask... So nice lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vWV6Uz3I/AAAAAAAAADs/gxD2-Zm8oVU/s1600-h/All+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vWV6Uz3I/AAAAAAAAADs/gxD2-Zm8oVU/s320/All+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111215425485852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We asked her a couple of questions and we found out that she's from San Francisco, California, USA. I asked her why she would be at Sentosa when there's like beautiful beaches in California.  like how can Sentosa be better than say... Venice Beach in the L.A.??? She said the beaches there are dirty... And i'm thinking to myself: "If Venice beach is dirty, then Sentosa has to be considered toxic." So after 3-4 hours of the water, sand and sun, we decided to head to someplace cooler. Skiing would be a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vNl6Uz2I/AAAAAAAAADk/5QPUIfjqFjQ/s1600-h/Ski+at+Sentosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6vNl6Uz2I/AAAAAAAAADk/5QPUIfjqFjQ/s320/Ski+at+Sentosa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111215275161997154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, those seats will bring you up to the mountain so that you can ski in the snow at the top. Ok fine, it's actually for a Luge ride. or as Candy calls it: "zoom zoom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6ugl6Uz1I/AAAAAAAAADc/jtLTQ0TFvO0/s1600-h/Daniel,+Kevin,+Candy,+CJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6ugl6Uz1I/AAAAAAAAADc/jtLTQ0TFvO0/s320/Daniel,+Kevin,+Candy,+CJ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111214502067883858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of our Luge ride tickets. Only 5 of us went because the other was too scared.  Jk... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uYF6Uz0I/AAAAAAAAADU/tmpeZdW9qGg/s1600-h/Luge+Ride+Tickets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uYF6Uz0I/AAAAAAAAADU/tmpeZdW9qGg/s320/Luge+Ride+Tickets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111214356038995778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty fun because I was going down the hill at a pretty fast pace. It pays to be fat! Guess who got last place? Yong Sheng. Haha. His losing streak continues once more. We decided to head to the Underwater World after the Luge ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uQ16UzzI/AAAAAAAAADM/h51Re2GibH0/s1600-h/Underwater+World+Tickets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uQ16UzzI/AAAAAAAAADM/h51Re2GibH0/s320/Underwater+World+Tickets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111214231484944178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why trouble yourself in trying to find a sea turtle when you're snorkling? You can see many of them at the Underwater World. The best part of it all is that you don't even have to pay a cent for it as it's situated outside of the Underwater World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uJF6UzyI/AAAAAAAAADE/yB_QFfCiVjo/s1600-h/Sea+Turtles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6uJF6UzyI/AAAAAAAAADE/yB_QFfCiVjo/s320/Sea+Turtles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111214098340957986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of us outside of the Underwater World. Wait... Something seems to be missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6t1F6UzxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yxf0pjeZA0A/s1600-h/Underwater+World.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6t1F6UzxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yxf0pjeZA0A/s320/Underwater+World.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213754743574290" 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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh... Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were inside, we got a little hungry. We decided to go for a buffet situated inside the Underwater World. What did the buffet have? Crabs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tuF6UzwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/50ler9kcftU/s1600-h/CJ,+YS,+Candy,+Kevin,+Daniel+at+Underwater+World.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tuF6UzwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/50ler9kcftU/s320/CJ,+YS,+Candy,+Kevin,+Daniel+at+Underwater+World.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213634484489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jk. That was actually the stairs down to the crabs section. I'm still trying to picture how good they would taste if they had black pepper or chille sauce all over them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the travelator and this shark is scary looking. Look at those teeth! I think that's like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thing that can happen to any snorkler or diver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tlF6UzvI/AAAAAAAAACs/W8k2SBc17uk/s1600-h/Shark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tlF6UzvI/AAAAAAAAACs/W8k2SBc17uk/s320/Shark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213479865667314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again... Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tb16UzuI/AAAAAAAAACk/6uoK1dajQc8/s1600-h/Sharks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tb16UzuI/AAAAAAAAACk/6uoK1dajQc8/s320/Sharks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213320951877346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a couple more of pictures that we took in the Underwater World. $20 leh, must take as much pictures as possible! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tPl6UztI/AAAAAAAAACc/t38uihEq4Vo/s1600-h/CJ+and+Daniel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tPl6UztI/AAAAAAAAACc/t38uihEq4Vo/s320/CJ+and+Daniel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213110498479826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Daniel just saw his reflection... Don't pay any attention to him. This is normal behavior by Daniel. Lol. (Candy - Your "Sexy Lips" is in the picture on the left...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're not admiring their own faces, they try disfigure people by kicking them as hard as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tJl6UzsI/AAAAAAAAACU/K1qUMuhHbxA/s1600-h/6+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6tJl6UzsI/AAAAAAAAACU/K1qUMuhHbxA/s320/6+of+us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111213007419264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Featured: Singapore Next Top Model: Candy. A Finalist of the Singapore version of America's Next Top Model, Candy hopes to win the hearts of all fans by showing that she cares about marine life. Please call 1900-IWantCandy to keep her in the competition. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6swF6UzrI/AAAAAAAAACM/5ME-16IPb4c/s1600-h/Candy+as+a+Model.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6swF6UzrI/AAAAAAAAACM/5ME-16IPb4c/s320/Candy+as+a+Model.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111212569332600498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Candy kissing "Sexy Lips" #2. Look how in love they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6smV6UzqI/AAAAAAAAACE/AxmdNAOL3GE/s1600-h/Candy+Kisses+Fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6smV6UzqI/AAAAAAAAACE/AxmdNAOL3GE/s320/Candy+Kisses+Fish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111212401828875938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the view of that fish from Candy's angle. No wonder they say love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6seF6UzpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fpY7v9g5ZMw/s1600-h/Candy%27s+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6seF6UzpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fpY7v9g5ZMw/s320/Candy%27s+Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111212260094955154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's no need to be afraid of a shark when you have muscles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6sXl6UzoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hkIA4Rvzv-E/s1600-h/Shark+Attack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6sXl6UzoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hkIA4Rvzv-E/s320/Shark+Attack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111212148425805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the picture was taken, Candy said: "Let's make weird faces..." It seems like I was the only one that got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6sMF6UznI/AAAAAAAAABs/prrItrBcTpY/s1600-h/6+of+us+at+Underwater+World.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6sMF6UznI/AAAAAAAAABs/prrItrBcTpY/s320/6+of+us+at+Underwater+World.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111211950857309810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left Sentosa at like 7-8 and went to Vivo for dinner. We were all so tired and came back home afterwards. What a fun day it was, although it started a little bit slow. Haha. I'm going to sleep now. I'm TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: The captions are all a joke... Don't get angry alright guys? If you don't want the picture up here, then... Too bad. Haha... jk. Tell me if you want me to remove the pics or change the captions to make it more non-offending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8170246159081900?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8170246159081900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8170246159081900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8170246159081900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8170246159081900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-hot-forearms-with-tons-of-pictures.html' title='Red Hot Forearms... With tons of pictures...'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru6v8l6Uz7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/plVeF02BvJY/s72-c/Candy+with+Shades.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1107031251673132300</id><published>2007-09-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:53.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB</title><content type='html'>I went to JB earlier today. Woke up at like 9 which isin't too bad on a normal basis. But its damn tiring to do so when you slept at 4 ok? Anywayz, went to one of the newer malls that has a Justco... Then went to Giant to do grocery shopping. We spent like 300rm lah! My mom's friend - a couple, spent like 400rm... More than the 3 of us. Anywayz, the highlight of the day was definitely the dinner. Had Pepper Crabs, Cereal Prawns, String-ray and some other stuff for dinner. I also had my favorite drink from the fruit drink stall. It was like Apple mixed with a little pear with "suan mei" - think its sour plum in english? Anywayz, while we were at Giant, there's this pet store there that sells animals that some would consider as exotic. They sell scorpions, ducklings, some endangered kind of turtle, and a monkey. Is that even legal? If it is legal, they should change the laws. That monkey looked so terrified and there was a lady with children even shaking the monkey for fun. GROW UP!!! Here's some pictures from that shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru05s16UzkI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXWq0ZOmCO4/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru05s16UzkI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXWq0ZOmCO4/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110804594684120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru051V6UzlI/AAAAAAAAABc/z0X86vL45YA/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru051V6UzlI/AAAAAAAAABc/z0X86vL45YA/s320/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110804740713008722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru05616UzmI/AAAAAAAAABk/h-3OSz-S2FU/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru05616UzmI/AAAAAAAAABk/h-3OSz-S2FU/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110804835202289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The monkey tried sleeping in the cage but people kept trying to wake it up. Imagine if people were in that position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Flashback--&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Planet of the Apes yesterday. Humans were kept as pets by the apes, used as slaves, and kept in cages. Just like how many inhumane people keep monkeys. I'm surprised they didn't show apes sucking the brains out of humans yesterday. The thought of humans eating the monkey's brain just makes me cringe. I mean C'mon, the monkey is still alive while people are eating it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, if you ever see animals such as monkeys or any more animals that should not be kept as pets, don't buy them... "When the buying stops, the killing will too." Ok, I guess in this situation, it'll be: "When the buying stops, the capturing will too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1107031251673132300?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1107031251673132300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1107031251673132300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1107031251673132300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1107031251673132300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/jb.html' title='JB'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Ru05s16UzkI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXWq0ZOmCO4/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6080577071707468076</id><published>2007-09-13T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:29:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>So, Pasir Ris felt the tremors of the earthquake that happened in Indonesia. This is the first time that I've felt any tremors of all the earthquakes that has happened. One was felt at like 7:15pm yesterday. Went out, told my mom about it, and she said that she thought it was just because she was giddy... Another one was around 8 this morning. Yes, I was awake for it. Don't ask why because I don't even have an answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sept 11 just passed. It's weird to think that the whole incident happened 6 years ago. I'm thinking and like there's alot of life changing events. There's Sept 11, the Tsunami in 2004, and Hurricane Katrina. Anywayz, some people say that if we were to change our lifestyle because of Sept 11, then it would mean that the terrorists win. I think that this may not be true because people may appreciate what they have more than they originally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were just released, I got a B, B, and guess what? Another B. lol. My grades have been falling ever since the first semester. Each semester, my semester GPA would be lower then my Cumulative GPA. Which would being my Cumulative GPA down. This is the first time since the last 3 semesters that i manged to pull my GPA up a little bit. So I'm happy for that. I saw something weird in the MRT the other day, but I'm gonna save that for another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6080577071707468076?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6080577071707468076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6080577071707468076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6080577071707468076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6080577071707468076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-8507902645911686956</id><published>2007-09-10T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:07:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best cab ride. Ever.</title><content type='html'>So on friday, I went over to two of my brother's friends birthday party. Got there at 6 at started helping out with whatever I could. I felt a little out of place though, because I only knew like a handful of the people that were there. When it was time to make drinks, it was so embarrassing. because.... Well, It's just embarrassing. Haha. No elaboration there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cutting the cake, people started to leave, and the music started to get louder. Three of the girls started doing a small little fashion show outside by the pool which was really cool. People started watching from all over though. Kay-Po Singaporeans were looking through their windows to see what we were all doing from their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the place at like 11 something cuz the security started to chase us out as they only booked the clubhouse till 11. We then headed to Fisherman's Village at Pasir Ris Park where we wanted to eat. When we got there, the chinese food was closed and we were only left with like western food and some other stuff like stingray. (The stingray is really good by the way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left at like 3 in the morning, and we decided to take a cab home instead of walking back. When we got in the cab, Kelson's friend - Adam asked the cab driver to drive faster. the cab driver asked: "Drive faster ah?" and he said yes. He sped through a U-turn and the tires were screeching. I immediately grabbed for my seatbelt and tried to buckle myself in. After doing so, I just held on to it for dear life. He sped past the neighbourhood and said "We're going straight for the hump ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he hit the gas as the cab went right into the hump. The back of the cab flew up a little bit. Adam then asked: "Uncle do you race?" He replied yes. He then asked "Do you drift?" He said yes. So the uncle decided to show us his drifting skills as he turned into our neighbourhood. Yes, he drifted - according to Adam and Kelson cuz they were at the back, and I was at the front. He went straight through another hump once again and he started doing sharp turns to my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing throughout the whole ride as I never would expect a cab ride to be like that. It was pretty fun and it was safe as there were no cars around at all.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bedok Blk 85 for dinner yesterday (with Kelson and Adam) which in my opinion has the best food. Had Bar Chor Mee, Oyster Omelette, Sting Ray, Chicken Wings, Sambal Kangkong and Sugarcane Juice. Great Meal. Don't you agree Suraj??? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-8507902645911686956?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/8507902645911686956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=8507902645911686956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8507902645911686956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/8507902645911686956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-cab-ride-ever.html' title='The best cab ride. Ever.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-874574591447935166</id><published>2007-09-07T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:35:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Door to Door sales</title><content type='html'>I decided not to post the entry because people might say its defamation to a certain group of people. Its better to be safe than sorry you know. So i'd just talk about tennis or whatever... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tennis fans... You should know that the US Open is currently on. The men and women have all been eliminated until there's 4 remaining. Thats right. they're in the Semi-Finals. in the men's draw, Andy Roddick was dismissed by Roger Federrer in the Quater-Finals. Have I ever told you how sick I am of Roger Federrer winning? That man has just gotta lose! lol. This is why i'm supporting Novak Djokovic. He beat Federer just recently at the Finals of some other tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the womens, Its Henin vs Venus Williams. Go Venus! This is the top half of the draw. The bottom half was really boring for me with only Maria Sharapova being the only interesting name for me. But after her exit like in the 2nd round, I stopped watching the bottom half of the draw. So, I hope the Men's Winner will be Novak Djokovic, and Venus Williams for the Women's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-874574591447935166?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/874574591447935166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=874574591447935166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/874574591447935166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/874574591447935166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/door-to-door-sales.html' title='Door to Door sales'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5236941114985090294</id><published>2007-09-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:06:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>So not much has been going on lately. I've been sleeping at like 5 in the morning on most nights because I've been staying up to watch the US Open matches. Go Novak Djokovic, Andy Roddick, Serena Williams, and Venus Williams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went over to a chalet yesterday. It wasn't some friends chalet, but it was my mom's friend's chalet. They met when they were working in the US when they were both posted to the there. Their kids are of the same age as us, and there's also a younger brother who's now in primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them in a really long time, maybe like a year and a half, and I thought that seeing each other might be weird. It turns out, it wasn't weird at all. We started talking and talking, and I didn't leave the place until 6 in the morning. It's nice to be able to talk to someone that can really relate to me because we were both in the US at the same times. 1995-1997, and 2001-2004. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about childhood memories that we had in the US, and other Singaporean kids that we were friends with. Its just really weird that we both lead our own lives, and when we meet, we kinda catch up for all the lost times. I never would've predicted that we'd still see each other or even talk to each other 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5236941114985090294?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5236941114985090294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5236941114985090294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5236941114985090294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5236941114985090294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5868871977922723562</id><published>2007-08-31T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:01:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Safari...</title><content type='html'>So the rain did stop. I met Suraj and Hazel at Chua Chu Kang at 6. I was late for like 10 mins. But what do you expect? Pasir Ris &gt;&gt; Jurong East &gt;&gt; Chua Chu Kang... It was like over an hour. Longer than it takes for me to get to school. We had dinner there and had KFC. It was my first meal of the day even though i woke up at like 9 in the morning cuz my god-bro was supposed to come and take a look at my problematic wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we eventually entered the Night safari at like 8pm. We went straight for the animal show, but its very predictable. Its the usual stuff, like otters recycling wastes, or "missing" an animal which would turn out to be a giant snake. I've heard some people say that you can't really see the animals at the Night Safari, but that is SO not true. We saw almost all except for like maybe 5 animals. I had a great time. Ya ya, I know... You're probably gonna say that I was a HUGE lamp-post. But hey, at least i was a good one (I think... Lol...). Dim enough so that I wouldn't be too obvious. Anywayz, we took a couple of pictures, and some turned out to be really nice. There's one that gives me the creeps when i look at it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't have flash when taking a picture, i was testing out the camera after changing a few settings so its better for the night mode. While we were walking to the amphitheater for the animal show, I wanted to test the camera to see if there's any flash. So I took a photo (shown below). Only after looking through the pictures after I got home then did I realize that there was a face there. Freaky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rtg_IxYui7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eGvqA5brawQ/s1600-h/Blur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rtg_IxYui7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eGvqA5brawQ/s320/Blur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104899597553011634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see it? No its not the person on the far left. Thank You Very Much... If you haven't, I've circled it below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcRAhYui3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ind_5LnRrcU/s1600-h/Circled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcRAhYui3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ind_5LnRrcU/s320/Circled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104567403307502450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a zoomed in version of the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rtg_cxYui8I/AAAAAAAAABE/hgRVTJ8l-m4/s1600-h/Blur2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rtg_cxYui8I/AAAAAAAAABE/hgRVTJ8l-m4/s320/Blur2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104899941150395330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that freaks you out, but it does for me. For those that don't know me, those kinda stuff are my worst fear. But lets not talk about it now. Anywayz, There are several other pictures that we took. They're shown below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcR1hYui4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_gxDHS4Fs8E/s1600-h/Mandai+Lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcR1hYui4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_gxDHS4Fs8E/s320/Mandai+Lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104568313840569218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, this picture of the Mandai Resovoir was taken around 8-9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcSyBYui6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZQ0if7nLn3o/s1600-h/Feeding+the+Zebra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcSyBYui6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZQ0if7nLn3o/s320/Feeding+the+Zebra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104569353222654882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those that haven't been to the Night Safari, There are certain animals that they allow to roam free like the deers. You'll usually see them when you're on the tram ride. Anyways, We forgot to tell Hazel that the zebra was actually a fake, and not just roaming around the park. She only realized it afterwards. Lol... Jk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RthAVhYui9I/AAAAAAAAABM/POrfI6j3hFg/s1600-h/Suspension+Bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RthAVhYui9I/AAAAAAAAABM/POrfI6j3hFg/s320/Suspension+Bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900916107971538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcSQRYui5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HB1I_R1ha5c/s1600-h/Zebra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCWwBIQxzM0/RtcSQRYui5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HB1I_R1ha5c/s320/Zebra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104568773402069906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the park at like 12 midnight exactly. We used our time well. We caught the last tram right after we finished walking the whole park. It was definitely fun!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play Tennis yesterday after what? 2 months? Both stamina and skill has dropped. Expectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to cook Aglio Olio today. It was alright, but it wasn't spicy enough, and it wasn't salty enough. The frying pan would spit out some of the salt that i threw in, cuz it was wet. I know. Dumb move. But it was pretty successful considering its my first attempt at cooking anything. Besides Maggie Mee, or Cup Noodles, or Frying an Egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5868871977922723562?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5868871977922723562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5868871977922723562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5868871977922723562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5868871977922723562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-safari.html' title='Night Safari...'/><author><name>Claven</name><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/_tCWwBIQxzM0/Rtg_IxYui7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eGvqA5brawQ/s72-c/Blur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2950850566928560027</id><published>2007-08-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:37:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message for the Rain &amp; Global Warming</title><content type='html'>Rain rain, go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;Else I can't go to the zoo today,&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, Its not the zoo, its actually night safari. But they're about the same thing. The rain started like 10:30, and it has continuously rained until now. Is it even the monsoon season? I thought those were already over? Or has 365 days already passed on by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the shops along some road that were practically flooded last year? Its flooded because they decided to have the shops on some low laying land. If you don't want that to happen again, then move out of there. Each year, the rain and storms will get worse. All thanks to global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people even remember the messages and the point of Live Earth? Do you even TRY or follow what they say in all those messages that were shown during the commercials for the Live Earth concerts? I do. To a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off all the fans that were not in use at school. (You know, the level 3 benches?). I remove SOME of the plugs from the main electricity socket when i'm not using them. (When the switch is on, and your phone charger is plugged in, you're STILL wasting electricity when its not charging your phone). I turn the computer off when i'm not using it (StandBy will still use electricty, hibernate saves more energy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so its not much. But at least i'm trying. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to turn on the radio, turn on the TV, and use the computer at the same time. I also need to turn on the lights, turn on the air-conditioning, and turn on the fan and then cover myself up with 4 blankets after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Save the Earth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2950850566928560027?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2950850566928560027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2950850566928560027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2950850566928560027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2950850566928560027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/message-for-rain-global-warming.html' title='Message for the Rain &amp; Global Warming'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5079817938629007297</id><published>2007-08-28T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T04:19:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Update</title><content type='html'>Not much went on this past weekend. I stayed home on saturday. On Sunday, I spent like my whole afternoon on YouTube watching some old wrestling matches until I went out for dinner with my family. I know, no life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Night Safari tomorrow, and I freaking hope that it doesn't rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -By the way, we should probably talk. This thing that we have between us, is close to non-existent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5079817938629007297?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5079817938629007297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5079817938629007297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5079817938629007297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5079817938629007297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/slight-update.html' title='Slight Update'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5917945044850555965</id><published>2007-08-23T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:18:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to town yesterday, Had dinner with Suraj at Gold Coast Seafood Restaurant. Its at Hotel Grand Central, although its not even that Grand. The food was good. The best part is that we only paid like 5 bucks each. Haha. After dinner, we headed for starbucks cuz we still had time to spare before the movie started. While at starbucks, these MASSIVELY rich ladies sit right next to us, with their hands full of bags from Channel and Prada and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was jealous - and who wouldn't be? After that, we went to watch "License to Wed" (The one with Robin Williams and Mandy Moore). It was alright. It had its funny moments, but its not one of the BEST movies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the song "Love me or Hate me"? Here's part of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me or hate me, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;If you love me then Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me then fuck you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5917945044850555965?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5917945044850555965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5917945044850555965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5917945044850555965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5917945044850555965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-to-town-yesterday-had-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-3640980745174081232</id><published>2007-08-19T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:45:43.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word "Sorry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The word sorry has no meaning when there's no sincerity behind it. Just like the game "Sorry". You know what i'm talking about. The game where you start off with 4 pawns, and you go around and hopefully kick them back to their starting places. And when you do finally kick them back to their starting place, you say "Oops. Sorry...". We all know that you aren't sorry and you're already looking for the next pawn to kick off. - And Boy do I stink at that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the word "sorry" should never be tossed around as frequently as the word "the". Well it isin't, but you know what I mean. It should be categorized like under the "I Love You" category. or maybe even under the "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" category. Like you don't go around saying "I Love you lah" when you don't mean it. Nor do you go around using "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" unless you're trying to impress someone or act stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. the same should go with "Sorry". But seriously, I've heard it way too many times recently that it almost means nothing to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say it just because you should, Instead of saying it because you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum all that up in codings:&lt;br /&gt;if (Sorry.text != "sincerity"){&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.text = "Nothing";&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate what the course IT has done to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my codes. Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-3640980745174081232?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/3640980745174081232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=3640980745174081232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3640980745174081232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/3640980745174081232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/word-sorry.html' title='The word &quot;Sorry&quot;'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6471073818016121767</id><published>2007-08-17T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:24:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over.</title><content type='html'>Completed - GENBIO Quizzes&lt;br /&gt;Completed - FYP Phase #1&lt;br /&gt;Completed - FYP Phase #2&lt;br /&gt;Completed - GPA Assignment #1&lt;br /&gt;Completed - GPA Assignment #2&lt;br /&gt;Completed - GPA Final Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays was the one thing that felt so far away. It's finally here! I don't have to worry about deadlines, and I won't have a nagging feeling when i'm just lazying around to complete a project. It just feels pretty surreal right now. I used to try and sleep for like 9 hours, but i'd still wake up in the morning exhausted. Just because of the mental exhaustion all the projects and quizzes caused me. I kinda like how I ended things though. I think I did well for the last GENBIO quiz, I think I did alright for the GPA Assignment #2, at least better than i'd expect it, and I think I did alright for the GPA Exams. But the notes seriously DID NOT make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sentence from the lecture slides "Use existing structures as template for the structures to solve." HUH??? English Please... Oh well, its already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the song When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne reminds me of Melissa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it OK, I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6471073818016121767?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6471073818016121767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6471073818016121767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6471073818016121767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6471073818016121767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-over.html' title='Its Over.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-1491394756415455314</id><published>2007-08-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:03:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Now</title><content type='html'>The situation has boiled over now, and things are much better now, my stress level isin't as high as it was a few days ago, and I only have one obstacle left before I'm able to enjoy my well deserved holidays!!! That obstacle however, is my exam. This exam is freaking hard. I'm studying the notes, and boy do they not make sense... I think the lecturer needs to give better notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobster&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crackers &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bah gua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for lunch. Ha... Gotta make myself look more like the rich and famous... Anywayz, about the topic of all the different font sizes don't you just hate it when you're shopping and you see this huge sign that says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Free Plasma TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;if you spend $10,000&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Up To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;90% OFF!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first sign is alright, but the second one is the worst of them all. You're so excited when you see the 90% off sign that you rush into the store. You see 10%, 15% and 20% tags all around, and you're thinking to yourself "WAIT... Isin't it supposed to be 90% off?". So you walk back out the store, and while trying to act all cool, take a clear look at the sign once more. After close observation, you see small drops of ink on the top left hand corner of the sign. You walk closer to see what those droplets of ink say, but you still can't see it. So you take another step closer, and closer, and closer. At this time, you're so close to the sign that it would seem like you're inspecting it. Then you slowly make out the words.... "Up To". You eventualy put the pieces together, and you think to yourself "Where's the 90% off rack???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you run back into the store, and you see a bunch of people crowding around one of the racks in the store. You make your way casually towards the rack because running would be so uncool and squeeze through the whole crowd. You finally get to the rack, and see nothing that interests you, cuz everything looks like they should have been on sale during your parents time. As you're about to turn away, something catches your eye on the rack. You grab and hold on to it as you make your way back out the crowd. You check the price tag and it says $50. So you're thinking, "ONLY 5 DOLLARS FOR THIS?!?!". So you start queuing at the cashiers, and after 10 minutes, its finally your turn. You hand the cashier your dress/skirt/shirt or whatever that may have caught your eye, along with a 5 dollar note. The cashier scans the item and the number 50.00 flashes on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's only 2 options from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argue with the person saying that you got the item from the 90 percent rack, and therefore it should only be 5 dollars. Soon after, you hear the following words "I'm sorry, someone must have misplaced it". From here, you either use option number 2, or you walk away dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You pay for it cuz you don't want to be embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you've just wasted 30 minutes of your life and possibly $50. Great Marketing Technique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's Note:&lt;br /&gt;The above story is NOT based on a true story. If there's any similarities from a true life story, it was purely by coincidence. And I feel sorry for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-1491394756415455314?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/1491394756415455314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=1491394756415455314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1491394756415455314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/1491394756415455314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/better-now.html' title='Better Now'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-4676783939606279031</id><published>2007-08-10T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:56:30.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is....</title><content type='html'>My Heart is sealed like an air tight beef jerky.&lt;br /&gt;At least till the week's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-4676783939606279031?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/4676783939606279031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=4676783939606279031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4676783939606279031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/4676783939606279031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-heart-is.html' title='My Heart Is....'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-7850307066835288972</id><published>2007-08-09T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:42:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Going to Care</title><content type='html'>I'm Not Going to Care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Going to Care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Going to Care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Going to Care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Going to Care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-7850307066835288972?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/7850307066835288972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=7850307066835288972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7850307066835288972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/7850307066835288972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-going-to-care.html' title='I&apos;m Not Going to Care'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-5563634657552910491</id><published>2007-08-09T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:15:37.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Decision</title><content type='html'>So, I made the decision to not go to Genting because the GPA Assignment 2 is still hanging in the air. The only reason why I still wanted to go after having the argument with my brother was because I thought we could get over it, and at least bond a little bit with the whole family there. Turns out, my brother says that he doesn't wanna go to Genting anymore just a day before the trip. His main reason? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to understand him, to be there for him when he needed me. I'm not sure if he appreciated it. But by the things that he said every now and then, it seems like he didn't care for it.  I think I've reached my limit already, kinda like the straw that broke the camel's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience has been running low these couple of days. Probably due to the stress of GPA Assignment 2, and the problems between me and my brother. I tried to keep my cool today but I just got too frustrated. I started ripping the Today Newspaper into pieces as a way to vent some of my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the train home from school today, I started thinking alot. My thoughts were random but mostly focused on what my brother has said to me since I could remember. That feeling of lonesomeness is the worst feeling in the world. It felt like i was in a dark well with no one around to help pull me out. I hate this feeling, and I can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can only get better...... Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-5563634657552910491?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/5563634657552910491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=5563634657552910491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5563634657552910491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/5563634657552910491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-decision.html' title='My Decision'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-6530953892134639080</id><published>2007-08-08T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:17:28.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Time</title><content type='html'>Do I make the decision in the favour of others, something that I'm really familiar with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I finally make the decision for myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-6530953892134639080?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/6530953892134639080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=6530953892134639080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6530953892134639080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/6530953892134639080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/decision-time.html' title='Decision Time'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2413525626863547583</id><published>2007-08-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:56:57.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Shit...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how its possible for you to make me feel like this. I don't know how I allow you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be because you are the one person that I trust to have my back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you're never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instead, you bring me down in ways that you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine answering a call and hearing that familiar voice of your friend, only to hear them asking for the other Ong brother. I'm not saying its your fault, but you were involved in one way or another. Yes, this was many many years ago, but I remember every single detail. This definitely instilled trust problems in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line when a joke turns into criticism, and you cross it almost, if not every single time. All just to entertain others. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;I'm fat. But there's no point in criticizing my weight or anything that's related to it. There's also no point parading around in public saying that I look like the pigs hanging on the banners. I may be laughing, but I'm hurting really bad deep inside. I can't believe you can't see it through my forced smile. Maybe you do realize it, and choose not to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're the popular one. You have so many appointments that if you were to stay home on Friday and Saturday nights, you'd die. There's no point rubbing it into my face by saying that I have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached my limit for the day. I need some rest to try and stitch up the wound before I bleed to death. But I'm sure you're going to reopen the wound soon enough. Besides, that's the only way I'm useful to you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the darkness of the blog so far. Its just not a good time right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2413525626863547583?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2413525626863547583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2413525626863547583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2413525626863547583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2413525626863547583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-like-shit.html' title='I Feel Like Shit...'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9770471.post-2243638545981515214</id><published>2007-08-05T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:21:05.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again.</title><content type='html'>And to think i trusted you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times will I keep telling myself that you've changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9770471-2243638545981515214?l=claven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/feeds/2243638545981515214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9770471&amp;postID=2243638545981515214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2243638545981515214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9770471/posts/default/2243638545981515214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claven.blogspot.com/2007/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again.'/><author><name>Claven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
