<?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-34895038</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:06:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakingfree</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2162717100754160501</id><published>2009-08-16T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:27:07.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically and mentally exhaustion</title><content type='html'>It's sunday and most working people like me will be screaming mad about going back to work. Haha. Weekends are always short for people who started working. Same here. During weekends, it's working, working and working for me too. Fortunately, I'm still able to squeeze in some precious time for my friends and relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first time I've sent a complaint letter. It is targeted to a Indian cashier at Carrefour hypermarket. She simply drove me to the limit that I've decided to waste some time and produce a feedback to Carrefour. She saw me standing right in front of the counter but treated me like Mr Transparent. Talk to me with her nose high up the sky, trying to catch every single O2 molecules in PS. When I requested for a carrier, she doesn't want to give me because all in her mind is that the bag is made of gold. Anyway, I would like to meet her again. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, came to think of yesterday, it was really eventful. Audrey and I saw a long queue, so I suggested to make movie ticket purchase at AXS machine. Hell, it wasted our time just like queueing up for the ticket. The machine refused to spit the ticket. I scolded the machine and walked to the GV counter. One GV staff suggested that I should call the AXS customer service line. I called and her reply surprised me. She told me that my transaction wasn't successful. But the machine flashed a big 'Successful' to me. Luckily I was observant enough. Haha. So AXS lady gave me a few magical numbers to inform GV. I spelt out the magical numbers and we received the magical scroll. With the magical scroll, we were able to enter the magical door to watch the intelligent movie called 'Orphan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, the Carrefour incident happened and we took train home. Saw a pregnant lady but due to intense phototaking session, we neglected her. She got her seat from a kind commuter and we carried on with our rubbish. Soon came another lady, she got a big bulge on her tummy. Maybe due to the awareness created by the previous lady, I got up of seat instantly and my cousin did the same. That lady and I started to play the 'you sit la, never mind la' game. In the end, she took the seat as Jr won the game. As we walked to the next cabin, other commuters were looking at us and I came to think that is she really pregnant. Audrey wasn't sure at all and we decided to alight and board the next train. We alighted and got in, to the same train again. Haha. Total madness. Well, it doesn't really matters. Be it pregnant or not, it's up to my coutesy to provide a seat to anyone who needs it more than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2162717100754160501?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2162717100754160501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2162717100754160501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2162717100754160501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2162717100754160501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/physically-and-mentally-exhaustion.html' title='Physically and mentally exhaustion'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5609041366184062384</id><published>2009-07-31T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:17:35.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction</title><content type='html'>It's weekends again. That's what everyone has been waiting for. To me, working life is just like a chart. From summit to seabed to summit again. Lol. Not all will have the same chart but certainly everyone will have one in their mind. Working life is kind of scary. You can never sense the time ticking away until you are free. Imagine, you are a hardcore workaholic, your life is all about work, eat and sleep. Until the day when you think it's time to slow down a little, you will realise that you are getting older and have missed out on alot of things that you can never find back. You have the status and financial power, but you lost the youth and enjoyment. So, to me, weekends is really important for me to gather with friends and loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't touch on today's topic, Contradiction. What am I contradicting about? It's about work for now. For the time being, I enjoy what I'm doing and communicating with colleagues is never a problem. But what makes me so uneasy is that I'm a contract staff. Right now, my colleague is handing over his everyday job to me. He teaches me how to operate the system and paper works. A nice and patience fellow indeed. Off track abit, before I signed the contract, I told myself that I will leave if the opportunity arises. But come to think of it, it's not as easy as what I've thought. My colleague has spent so much time cultivating me from someone who doesn't know anything to someone who knows at least something. The rest of my teammates have been treating me like part of them. If I leave, their workload will increase and that colleague effort will be wasted. If I don't, I got to stay with the contract life of hanging by a thread (as good opportunities are hard to come by) and little privilages. I guess I'll get back to this topic after few months and see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, what I have to think is to enjoy life. Enjoy my working life as well as personal life. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5609041366184062384?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5609041366184062384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5609041366184062384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5609041366184062384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5609041366184062384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-6244673484320648540</id><published>2009-07-30T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:47:42.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>When's the last post? I can't really remember. Haha. Oh well, it's time to record down 'The history of ZJR' in the 'dusty Jr's blogspot'. Read back the older posts of this blog, had a few laughs and was wondering why time passed so swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to continue with what I have left out over the months, I would like to congratulate myself for 'graduating' out of Keat Hong Chalet. Don't worry, I'm still in a piece. Keat Hong Chalet has never been in my mind. Not now and ever. Haha. But somehow, I miss my campmates. I miss eating (definitely not the SFI food), watching tv, talking cock and even sleeping with some of the gay fuck shits. Hahaha. My sexuality was in doubt during my army days. I love to touch my armymates and play wildly with them. Lol. Lucky thing is that I never bring the habit to my work place. Otherwise, Imagine, just imagine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work place, I'm currently employed. I wouldn't tell you guys which company I'm working at. The reason being that if I want to bitch about something here, I can do so. Haha. Anyway, I wouldn't bitch alot because I'm not good at it. Talking about work place again, it is a nice place with really nice people around. It's my second job after ORD. The first is working at SSC for AYG2009. I know lots and lots of friends blah blah... Oh well, I'm at it again... The grandfather in me is back again... Who cares about the 5 Ws (WhoWhatWhereWhenWhy?) during my jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither talking about army days nor working experience, I'll switch the topic to Myself. As for myself, I'm still the same old jr that you all know. Did army change me from 'boy to man'? I don't think so. Lol. Reason being that I'm already a man before I enters army. Lol. Lame fuck shit. Anyway, I'm still unattached and very very available. Lelong Lelong again. Going to pass expiry date liao. LOL. If nobody wants to hold my hand, I got no choice but to go to nearby field to search for some b**********. They love to hold hands and I guess they will be delighted. Haha. If you don't know, don't ask me here. It's a very sensitive issue ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of craps... Sign off now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-6244673484320648540?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6244673484320648540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=6244673484320648540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6244673484320648540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6244673484320648540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5396907653818374963</id><published>2008-12-03T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:51:32.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of loiterer</title><content type='html'>People, I'm back and currently having a very very long break away from Keat Hong Chalet. Month of December, I must say, will be a draggy but certainly relax month of the year. I'm clearing 11 days of my leaves plus two and a half days off in this month. Good life? Haha. That's what many friends told me. Seriously I've been thinking how good can that be. I've been waiting for this month and here it comes but right here right now, I've no idea how to kill time. Contradicting freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from last friday till today, I've accomplished NOTHING but spending countless of hard earn savings. Feel quite guilty about it man. No choice, when you got nothing to do at home and you are getting bored, the only way out is to get out of home. Hahahaha. I think I'm bored to craziness. I've been loitering around and calling out friendssssssss.... This isn't the break that I wanna have. It just so last minute without any plans in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to kill time....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5396907653818374963?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5396907653818374963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5396907653818374963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5396907653818374963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5396907653818374963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-of-loiterer.html' title='Life of loiterer'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7903274545384164948</id><published>2008-10-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:46:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>Salutation people, it's time to catch up with me again. Strangly, I don't know for how many dino years that I haven't meet most of my gossip queens as well as suck cock buddies. Nevertheless, I'm still here, alive and kicking, updating the never ever changing pills infested blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post titled 'Farewell Party'. A farewell party for Shuan. Oh, just some quick fact for those who are wondering who the hell is Shuan, he is my ex platoon mate who is suffering from back problem and had been posted to another unit. A clever way to escape from that shit hole right? Haha. Just kidding. He is an 'asian angmoh' who speaks little mandarin. Sometimes, I do admit that I miss his presense. (DAMN, that just so gay.) Those soccer talk, those bitching, those 'hey there delilah or don't mess with Zohan' nonsense. A nice guy I must say. Oh well, this post is just way to belated. He is happily enjoying his air con environment for a month or so. Haha. As for the farewell party, I couldn't remember the actual day. All in my mind is just a bbq session with lots of photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, life in camp seems to be a little to the bright side but more to a dull and boring routine. There are people who I wish to see and those who I hope I'm able to put my eyes in the refrigerator. Over the past few weeks of my anti socialism, I've a very clear view of friendship. I've learn alot more than I've learn on my 1st year as a soldier. I don't blame some guys for reacting unkind towards me. That's the way they should behave as none knows what's the problem that lies inside me. BUT 1 thing I couldn't tolerate is when someone who I've been treating him as a friend, backstabbed me. It's more painful when you speak ill behind my back than you confronting me directly. Shame on that fellow who couldn't even bothered to ask 'Hey, what's wrong with you lately?' and started spreading venom. As for this friendship, I would rather throw it into the trash bin. I fuck you to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my plan for next few weeks, I've got to start picking up the pieces. I'm sort of ok now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7903274545384164948?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7903274545384164948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7903274545384164948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7903274545384164948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7903274545384164948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3201744956402991416</id><published>2008-10-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:23:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Truth</title><content type='html'>What did I learnt in NS? Other than learning to be a soldier, I've learnt to survive and most importantly, staying together with different type of people. Anyway, I'm still learning. Seen too many things in the platoon, lets don't talk about the whole camp. Simply disgusted by fakers. These people are powerful Oscar award winners who can roleplay in any type of character when given the different types of scenerio. Not gonna give examples as I'm afraid that some might read my entry. Salute to them for lowering their pride to carry some big balls. It's so real, so real, just like working in MNC. A good preview of my future working world. People came asking me why I've changed? Look at the environment and people, I can't change them as I don't have the capability. I'm a tree lizard, I change to adapt the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than weight lifting, oh I mean carrying balls, some like to do Taiji instead of 5 BX. Why I've changed to be slacker than before? These people taught me Taiji. Pushing responsiblilties like waves the ocean just can't control. It's no longer like the past where a group of unknown guys bonded and do things together. So why must I be like them when I know it's wrong? Come on, I have brain. If they doing Taiji and I'm the one who give them massaging after the exercise, isn't that I will be on the disadvantage? I might as well join in the fun to do Taiji as I enjoy the massage too. It's a selfish thought, but too bad. Gl once told me: 'The world is cruel, men are selfish." Indeed, the meaning is right in front of my eyes. As for Brotherhood, I couldn't help but to laugh it off. Maybe during war film, I can see abit of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In camp life is no longer enjoyable, it's a 'I WANT TO SEE FRIDAY' feeling for me whenever I book in. I'm feeling damn fuck fuck fuck whenever I enter that place. Perhap, that's life, I gonna surrender it for another 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Above mentioned is not targeted at any specific individual. There are still nice people out there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3201744956402991416?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3201744956402991416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3201744956402991416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3201744956402991416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3201744956402991416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-truth.html' title='Sad Truth'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-1310598601412049363</id><published>2008-09-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:44:55.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alson's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Cousin Alson's wedding. Before I attended the wedding dinner, Weixin and I went to Annie's new office to have a look. Haha. Anyway, that's not the first time I've been there. So I woke up very early in the morning. I was waken up by 10 over missed calls by my aunt. LoL. So, I went to Robinsons @ Raffles City to get a shirt for Alson's wedding dinner. In the end, I couldn't find it. After shopping, Weixin and I thought of getting some mooncakes for our ex bosses so I went to purchase at the mooncake fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and well, Weixin likes the new intern alot. Hahaha. Annie treated us in a vegetarian restaurant. Not that cheap but it's a fantastic meal. Went back to the office after the meal and that sampat charbo started snapping pictures. Anyway, the office is very organise and it still feels like a home. Haha. After disturbing them for almost half a working day, I had to leave early to get a shirt for wedding dinner so we left around 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab down to Orchard and managed to get a piece of shirt for around $99. Very expensive right? Haha. Oh well, never mind about the money as long as I like it. So I rushed like a mad man from 1 place to another. Got back home and took a shower then headed to the Orchid Country Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the restaurant around 7.30pm. Relatives were having their fifth dish. Lol. I didn't know the dinner started so early. Anyway, my serving is different from others. Felt so much like a VIP. Lol. By the way, most of the food is exactly the same as those I ate in the afternoon. Lol. Nevertheless, I still feel very appreciative for the effort by Cousin Alson for specially ordered vegetarian meal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, the cousins and I don't feel like going home yet. So I suggested to sing KTV at the Partyworld SAFRA. It has been months since I last sing songs. I think we were abit crazy during that time. Kept shorting and screaming when someone 'zhao shiang' (lost voice). I was pretty guilty when I kept laughing at Cousin Watson's singing. Damn. Lol. Seriously, he can mimick Jacky Wu's singing. Lol. So we ended our day after the partyworld session. Feels great and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken in Red Box Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwJGSypKHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A9TKdDExrzw/s1600-h/DSC08969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245577669707901042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwJGSypKHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A9TKdDExrzw/s320/DSC08969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwC5yVYeZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5zvJeigHWjY/s1600-h/DSC09012i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245570857767041426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwC5yVYeZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5zvJeigHWjY/s320/DSC09012i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures taken in Cousin Alson's Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv-BPtuQiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oE8MyL4bsRA/s1600-h/P1010535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245565488354705954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv-BPtuQiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oE8MyL4bsRA/s320/P1010535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245564070759398002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv8uuwqenI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vMTAnwaC2gM/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv72mRzwhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kF8rMdPrDY0/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245563106409824786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv72mRzwhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kF8rMdPrDY0/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv7ZLkAxhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PeamRUyHosE/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245562601022211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMv7ZLkAxhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PeamRUyHosE/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBVmLlSWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WdHA-41spw4/s1600-h/Photo0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245569136517794146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBVmLlSWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WdHA-41spw4/s320/Photo0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBNWuAvUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CNwAur-XKJ0/s1600-h/P130908_011201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245568994928278850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBNWuAvUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CNwAur-XKJ0/s320/P130908_011201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBF6ONERI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jBf2GcwI3fw/s1600-h/P1010552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245568867019591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwBF6ONERI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jBf2GcwI3fw/s320/P1010552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34895038-1310598601412049363?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1310598601412049363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=1310598601412049363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/1310598601412049363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/1310598601412049363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/alsons-wedding.html' title='Alson&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMwJGSypKHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A9TKdDExrzw/s72-c/DSC08969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-6500855938685837010</id><published>2008-08-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:26:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue is creeping in</title><content type='html'>I'm appearing here again. Isn't that great, people? Haha. Oh well, just thought of coming here to have a bit of nagging here and there. For friends who couldn't take my nagging, please click that little 'X' on the top right hand corner. Haha. Just kidding. I'm not nagging alot, just abit.... just abit... just abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me talk about my camp stuff. I can't stay away for this topic right? Haha. No, no, no, I'm not gonna talk about those field camp, route march or combat shoot. Oh ya, for your information, I've completed the 21 km Army Half Marathon. It's was a very good experience as I hardly run like a horse. If you are wondering how far is 21km, it's like starting from Sembawang to Orchard? Anyway, it's nothing compared to the 42 km Standard Chartered Marathon. I wouldn't run that man... Haha. Old man like me cannot take the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to camp stuff, feel kind of disappointed when thinking about it. Realised that many of my platoon mates couldn't take my shit anymore. I got to admit that I have a serious rotting attitude problem. I didn't control it and now, it controls me. Actually, I feel kind of disappointed with myself. I don't blame them to dislike me. They didn't owe me anything. Maybe that's a tough way for me to learn. Anyway, I'm not mentally unwell, just abit of emotionally swing due to certain problems that I've faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my out of camp life, things seem to be as stagnant as a glass of mineral water. Cousin Sarah was back from Japan and we went to the Singapore Flyer. Taking a ride in the Singapore Flyer is equivalent to spinning our money away. Haha. Well, I still encourage people to take the flyer. It's the experience that counts. What if an Angmoh approach you and ask 'How it feel like when you are being trap in a pill?' As a Singaporean, we should know our Singapore's 'things' well. Below are some of the picture taken there and that ends my post of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbLHedD7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yicuxoDXbfg/s1600-h/P1010395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244753118848946098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbLHedD7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yicuxoDXbfg/s320/P1010395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbxLVMQNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cWNbK_r53Z0/s1600-h/P1010423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244753772718866642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbxLVMQNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cWNbK_r53Z0/s320/P1010423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbjQ0AupI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zZ0rIBmjx7M/s1600-h/P1010456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244753533672143506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbjQ0AupI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zZ0rIBmjx7M/s320/P1010456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbVnEP6pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n1EhVGq7mUQ/s1600-h/P1010409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244753299127659154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbVnEP6pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n1EhVGq7mUQ/s320/P1010409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-6500855938685837010?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6500855938685837010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=6500855938685837010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6500855938685837010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6500855938685837010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/fatigue-is-creeping-in.html' title='Fatigue is creeping in'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/SMkbLHedD7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yicuxoDXbfg/s72-c/P1010395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3092694605847676432</id><published>2008-08-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:00:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, how did you people celebrated the National Day? Haha. I guess most of you were standing along the stretch of Singapore River watching the fireworks right? Well, I was at the backstage of the floating platform doing some kind of a 'free' labour. Haiz, now National Day is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more Thursday's system run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more NDP rehearsal on Saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more Monday off-in-lieu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more free pizza and ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more constant book out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more cheerleaders haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially, I dislike the NDP. Maybe due to the change of routine, it makes me kind of tired and restless over the past few weeks. Other than the NDP, we kept running to build up for the 21km AHM. Just when I started to get used to this kind of life, it changes to the stupid routine 5 days 5 nights Keat Hong Holiday package. Seriously, NDP makes my NS life passed a little faster. Haiz, I shall say bye bye to this kinda life and go back to my routine boring life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I'm late for an appointment now.... Shall continue again soon... Once I get the NDP pictures, I'll upload them.... Bye ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3092694605847676432?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3092694605847676432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3092694605847676432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3092694605847676432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3092694605847676432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7456672042739142552</id><published>2008-07-29T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:22:00.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mjmj</title><content type='html'>I'm back to blog again. Yeah, I have to blog a little this week as I'm enjoying a 3 days off from my second home. So what have I achieved over the past few goddamnit precious days? Basically I spent them on mahjong games. I played 3 days in a row. Kinda tiring but I'm loving it. Please don't label me as a lan du gui (hard core gambler). Frankly speaking, I admit that I'm addicted to mahjong which involved a little money transaction but I'm not to the extend of selling my siblings and dog away just to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who play mahjong, they will understand why I'm so addicted to it. Actually, I'm not addicted to winning people's money or whatsoever. I just like the game itself. Some might ask me why don't I just play the game without any money involved. Well, personally I feel that it add more spice, thrill and excitement in the game. At least I have an objective u see. So people, please don't see me like those normal ah pek gamblers ok? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put mahjong aside, I really hope that friends, ya, you you you, you people here, can call me out ok? Kill me free time and most importantly, strengthen our friendship HAHAHA. Oh ya, recently have pimple outbreak so if I counter it successfully then I shall jio you all out. So for now, I shall hide in room to play my mahjong ba. LOL. Byebye ppl/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7456672042739142552?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7456672042739142552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7456672042739142552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7456672042739142552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7456672042739142552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/mjmj.html' title='mjmj'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-8722944883083716425</id><published>2008-07-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:59:35.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>I'm back here again. Yes, I'm trying really really hard to update this blog in a regular basis. So right now, just give me a few seconds to think of what I'm gonna talk about. Erm erm ermmm.... Alright, frankly speaking, life is so much of a routine that give me a headache during blogging. Tuesday to Friday in camp, Saturday in NDP, Sunday and Monday will be my rest days. Interesting isn't it? Well, it's driving me to boredom grave. Wait a moment, I think I got something to nag about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, children, today's topic will be on Customer Service. Hahaha. Hell yeah, I'm gonna talk about the lousy customer service that I've encountered within single day. Once upon a time, on 11 July 2008, I went to Sembawang after booking out from my 'favourite' Keat Hong Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1: I took a taxi from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jr: Sembawang MRT please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taxi Driver: (Silence) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;------------------------------------Silence------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, the meter shows that it's SGD4.00. I opened my wallet and realised that I've only big notes. So I handed him a SGD50.00 note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taxi Driver: Errr, you got smaller notes or not? Coins also can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jr: (Searching my whole body... Almost wanna take out my underwear to search for 4 bucks.) Then I replied 'no'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taxi Driver: (Kuku face) WAH PIANG WEI, you took a 4 dollars ride and you gave me $50. Why didn't you inform me earlier? WAH KAOZ, next time must inform us first wah. You know I just started working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#!$%#$^%$&amp;amp;%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!@#!$%#$^%$&amp;amp;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jr: Grabbed my change and slammed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I held my anger on that day. I don't want to argue with that rule uncle. It's kind of ridiculous and I got my own reasons to back me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Firstly: Who in that hell will pop their head in and tell the Taxi Driver 'Uncle, I got alot of big fat notes in my wallet, you have change for me?' before boarding the taxi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Secondly: I think I'm the happiest man alive to have paid him to scold at me. I think it's better for him to become a lecturer (get paid to lecture people) than a taxi driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thirdly: How I know he just started working? Is he my friend or relative or what? I think he should inform me that he has just started working rather than I take the initially to tell him that I got big notes in my wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Incident 2: Buying bubble tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jr: 2 x Zhen Zhu Nai Cha (Pearl milk tea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;China bubbly lady: 2 cups right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jr: Oh yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cousin: I want to add more pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;China bubbly lady: Cannot add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My cousin and I were looking at each other. I think we were thinking of the same thing. Our mind was like 'Auntie, we want the pearls of the bubble tea. Not the pearls on your neck.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cousin: Why cannot add?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;China bubbly lady: CANNOT ADD MEANS CANNOT ADD LA. Still got why cannot add?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cousin: (Two eye balls popping out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jr: (Laughed like mad man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;China bubbly lady: Ni xiao shen mo xiao (What are you laughing at?) Is that very funny? I want to sell my bubble tea until 10 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I just kept laughing and laughing. We took our bubble tea and bye to that bubbly China Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, right now, I'm wondering what's the future of Singapore Customer Service?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-8722944883083716425?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8722944883083716425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=8722944883083716425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8722944883083716425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8722944883083716425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-8890063589890352379</id><published>2008-06-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:02:12.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof Woof</title><content type='html'>Surprised to see updates coming out from this blog? Yeah, I'm typing this entry half heartedly. Haven't been in good mood over the past few weeks. Nothing great for the month of June except for some shits and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get sufficient rest lately. In camp, I hardly get a long good sleep due to waking up as early as 5am. To further increase the exhaustion, my precious company make us run like woof woof daily. It's a 'don't run will die' thing. Well, it gonna increase up to 16km and maybe I'll be running as fast as woof woof after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for NDP rehearsal, I've been tasked to do something I don't fancy about. Maybe it's part of my woof woof job. Actually, my job is pretty simple, I just need to woof people around and hopefully, those performers can run as fast as woof woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything now. Just want to get out of this woof woof life. It's kind of frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my out of camp life, I have nothing to blog and cheer about. Nothing to look forward to. Things don't seems like how it should have been. Well, up down down up, perhaps that's life, nothing much to rant over it. I know it sounds depressing.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-8890063589890352379?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8890063589890352379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=8890063589890352379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8890063589890352379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8890063589890352379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/woof-woof.html' title='Woof Woof'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2844007275976840103</id><published>2008-04-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:43:49.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long</title><content type='html'>Yeah, after so long, I'm back to blog about my life. Anyway, I wonder if there are people who will pass by to see my blog or not? Just give me a tag if you are here ok? Say a big 'HI' to the someone who has left the blog moldy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NS story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna nag abit about the NS stuff before any other stuffs. Well, I'm turning 1 year old soldier in less than 2 months. Is my watch spoilt? Haha. 1 year is quite a long time. The more time you spend together with the people around you, the more you will start to cherish their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that one of my platoon mate will be leaving us to another company. This particular guy, he is a simple person who just wanting to serve and leave. He always do his job when instructed and has been trying hard to improve himself. Initially, I can't see much of his effort. After the very last SOC and the way he do his pull up, I can say that he isn't those 'bo chap' person who I used to think he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt kind of sad and unfair to him. Thinking back, I used to dislike him in the past. But now, everything is so fine. The reason why he is being chosen is simple. He isn't good enough to be among the best. I feel for him as I'm one of the weaker ones in that platoon. I'm just a little bit lucky to have passed my SOC and IPPT. If not, I think I will be the one who being shown the exit. It's kind of unlucky that he is the chosen one. What to do? That's the ugly side of life. If you are not good, you will be eliminated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2844007275976840103?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2844007275976840103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2844007275976840103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2844007275976840103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2844007275976840103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-so-long.html' title='After so long'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3955966912777769101</id><published>2008-03-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:43:54.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>It has been close to a month since I've updated this dusty blog. It's not that I'm neglecting this blog. The reasons being that something is very wrong with my desktop as it couldn't log in to the blogger site. Luckily, I've managed to find some ways out to get here. So ya, that's how you are able to see new words entering the site. Haha. Enough of the cheeky little talk, I shall carry on with what happened in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS life: Same old things. Eat, work and sleep. Another 1 year 2 months to count down. Last week, I've gone through another terrible field camp. This time round, the spare crews are no longer a tankee. I don't even know why we were there. What we've done there are simply outta our job scope. Camouflaging the 5-tonnes vehicle. What a joke. No choice. I shouldn't complain too as the sergeants are doing the same rubbish as us. Anyway, nothing much to tell u people too. As you all know, NS is super boring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast aside the NS, I'm satisfied with my current civilian life. Every single book in, I've been praying hard for the time to passed as fast as a blink of the eye. Every book out, I've been looking forward to meeting family, friends and P. Really happy that things changed for the better. Initially though that we wouldn't talk again after that incident. But to our surprise, it has become part of the history. Kind of guilty of the way I treated her in the past. Haha. Well, never mind, heaven and her gave me a chance for amendment and I shall not take it for granted. Lol, some might know what I'm talking but most of them don't know. So I shall not say more. If not, I'll cast sleeping spell on you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm tired... Koon liao... See ya people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3955966912777769101?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3955966912777769101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3955966912777769101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3955966912777769101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3955966912777769101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-close-to-month-since-ive.html' title='3'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7934890850493451237</id><published>2008-02-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:50:51.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far, the year of rat has been very simple. No doubt, I like it but still wishing for some sparks to be added. What I've been doing during the past few days? Yeah, mahjong after mahjong which I called them 'socializing'. I ain't an hardcore gambler. If anyone dares me to quit, I can just do it. No joke buddy. Haha. Let me just nag abit on what happened during CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Same old things happened yearly. Went visiting relatives. Anyway, collected the least amount of red packets this year. The reason? I didn't travel to alot of places. Maybe I'm getting old, didn't have the enjoyment of getting alot of ang pows anymore. Saw my cousins, all getting either prettier or handsome. Haha. I think I'm lagging behind. Don't believe? Here comes the pictures.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168365325028987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m44UPMkgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5nkBNuVrAUU/s320/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Picture 1: These are my cousins. Some were missing as they came relatively late. And ya, there is a shortage of guys in my father side. Haha. The ratio is like 1 is to 3. Anyway, it doesn't bothers me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m45EPMkhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tofjM1TKpLw/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168365337913889298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m45EPMkhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tofjM1TKpLw/s320/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 2: She used to be my youngest cousin there but no longer. That little one is my youngest cousin. Kind of feeling old while taking picture with them. Haha. Anyway, clanner, you are still the youngest female cousin. Haha. Oh ya, not forgetting that white object, it's snoopy, my grandma's pet. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168365350798791202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m450PMkiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_7lgOYNr7Uk/s320/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Picture 3: Ok, she claims that she is the sexiest babe on earth. Haha... Don't kill me for saying that...&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m46EPMkjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lw8LXIItoqQ/s1600-h/n598377628_915644_2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168371917803786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m-4EPMkmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uoUOvp1UGRY/s320/n598377628_915644_2548.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture 4: Cousin Sarah is my shopping cum movie cum mahjong cum talk cock cum many many rubbish cousin. Haha. Always enjoy her companionship. Hope you will do well in Japan sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 2: Went to catch a movie 'CJ 7' with cousin Sarah at The Cathay. Unrealistic movie but with a little meaning behind it. Without fail, she emotionally cried during the movie. Haha. Cousin, abit loud you know? Haha. Then we headed to grandma's place for a short mahjong game before proceeding to Orchid Country Club. Oh ya, we resume our mahjong games there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168372295760908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m_OEPMknI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l7Kgc8Ntc10/s320/n598377628_915665_8801.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Picture 5: And again, we took pictures there. Haha. Finally there is a older male cousin beside me. Haha. And ya, that blur object is Chippy. Cousin Sarah's precious dog. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m_OEPMkoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TNXbK0kNPEA/s1600-h/n598377628_915659_6908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168372295760908930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m_OEPMkoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TNXbK0kNPEA/s320/n598377628_915659_6908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture 6: Ignore the background of two love birds. That lady beside me is my grandma.... Ah maa... Haha. Don't play play, she is a gambling queen ok. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 3: Spent with my internship bosses and colleague. Poor Weixin had to work in the morning so she arrived only in the late afternoon. Went there early and played a few card games with boss's friends. Nice and interesting people out there. Weixin came but couldn't entertain her much also. Pretty busy with mahjong game. Haha. Well, salute her for her patience as she could watch the game for hours and still couldn't figure out on how to play. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 4: Celebrated Esther's birthday at PS Cafe Cartel. Simple meal plus a simple celebration. My dear betrayal friend didn't make it big this year. Anyway, hope you like the Ang Pow we gave you. Haha. Who don't like Ang Pow right? Lol. Headed to Min's place after the meal. New home sia. Very nice and I miss the massage chair. Play a few card games before going back to my unwanted 2nd home.... Keat Hong Camp... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7nDaUPMkpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1xGONMT0-DE/s1600-h/DSC05045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168376904260817554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7nDaUPMkpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1xGONMT0-DE/s320/DSC05045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 7: Short of few other kakis as they arrived later. Picture taken in Cafe Cartel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7nDa0PMkqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DUf__EHX9tE/s1600-h/DSC05043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168376912850752162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7nDa0PMkqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DUf__EHX9tE/s320/DSC05043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture 8: Birthday girl aka my betrayal friend with 4 boyfriends. Haha. Are you feeling fortunate? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, end here. Sorry if I've made alot of language error. Typing with a half-shagged brain. Good bye and see you people again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7934890850493451237?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7934890850493451237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7934890850493451237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7934890850493451237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7934890850493451237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-rat.html' title='Year of Rat'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R7m44UPMkgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5nkBNuVrAUU/s72-c/DSC01381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7280895454493733362</id><published>2008-02-06T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:10:16.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNYYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been 1 month since the last entry.... For those people who I have not meet up, how are you people? Today is the Lunar New Year and I would like to take this opportunity to wish every single friend a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'HAPPY and JOYOUS HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gong Xi Fa Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to this month entry, what have I been doing for the whole month? Let me refresh... Oh well, I went to Sentosa twice in January. Why? First, I was Linmin's birthday and next, it was the Cougar Company conhesion day. For Linmin's birthday, I have no idea why we ended up at that place. Haha. We did nothing there. Kinda simple birthday celebration but it's the thought that counts right? haha. As for the company's cohesion day, I did enjoyed myself as I saw many babes lying around the beach. Indeed, you need a little bit of luck to get to see babes and that was my day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047921492161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6piOWuichI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w0549tayYzk/s320/1_425958137l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alright, this isn't the company photo. It's a picture of the tank platoon. Any girls interested in any of the above guy please give me a call. Don't be shy man. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh ya, before I forgot, I went to meet my so-called 'long lost secondary school mates' during that month. It's has been very long since we last met. Those freak friends of mine either grew taller or shorter and even horizontally. No matter what changes they had, I still treasure them as much as I treasure money. Bear it in mind friends, I will not forget you guys as long as I never get senile. Haha. Well, we met each other in two occassion. One is a pure simple gathering @ Orchard which created a big trouble finding Veggie and Halal food. On the other occassion, it was the celebration of Yunyi's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6plrGuicjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ao_ozITQmE4/s1600-h/P1000079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164051713948283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6plrGuicjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ao_ozITQmE4/s320/P1000079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This is the picture of our gathering at Orchard. We were enjoying our coffee at that time. A silly bunch of people who kept taking pictures at the cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6pk0muiciI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MUzuj-GUeo4/s1600-h/IMGP8416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164050777645412898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6pk0muiciI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MUzuj-GUeo4/s320/IMGP8416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The reason why I used the word 'silly' is simply because we went to watch a silly musical movie called the 'Sweeney Todd'. Not a nice movie. I'm not a art person sia. Haha. Well, same old thing again. Picture taken while we were enjoying coffee. It was Yunyi's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other than all these, I don't remember any other special occassion. I can only vividly remember that I've spent like a insane during the pre chinese new year period. Clothes and clothes and it cost a hole in my wallet. Now I got to get a new wallet... I mean it.... There's really a big hole in it. So please, pray hard and allow me to win big bucks during Chinese New Year. Once again, Happy rat year guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: Month of January is great. Broke the silence.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7280895454493733362?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7280895454493733362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7280895454493733362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7280895454493733362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7280895454493733362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-been-1-month-since-last-entry.html' title='CNYYYYY'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R6piOWuichI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w0549tayYzk/s72-c/1_425958137l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3102196626030763469</id><published>2007-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:44:41.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year soon</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent with the usual bunch to celebrate JY's birthday. Went to eat steamboat which I don't even know I can eat or not... But fuck it, I just consumed as I don't wish to spoilt the birthday girl's mood. How's the day? Kind of tired to make myself enjoy. The live firing, which took place two days ago, were sucking my energy off. I got so tired as I didn't have sufficient sleep. Imagine trying to keep my eyes opened for almost 36 hours. They are trying to make a superman outta me. Not even a full day of sleep will recover the fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the severe lack of sleep makes me another person. Recently starting to feel the roller coaster effect of the mood. Up down and down up. Currently, it drops right down to seabed. Why? I don't know. Hope that after a good rest later will make me freshen up. Pardon me for a while as I need to yell a big haiz. HAIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Thanks man, I think it's getting slightly better now. How I wish I can turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, New Year will be  arriving in two days time... Should I say time flies? Maybe... Actually, I'm not looking forward to the coming year... I have no aim, no target and most importantly I can't do the things that I want to do... But I really do hope that 2008 will fly as fast as fighter plane... NS really bothers me as much as I wanting to be a millionaire. Haha... Nevertheless, I still have to make full use of the entire year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3102196626030763469?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3102196626030763469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3102196626030763469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3102196626030763469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3102196626030763469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-soon.html' title='New year soon'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5336777081859328922</id><published>2007-12-22T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:37:35.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Celebration</title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas celebration is kind of little as compared to last year. Nevertheless, I still get to celebrate with my NYP friends. Had been cracking my head to think of possible destination to celebrate the festival. In the end, we ended up at the Topone Ktv. Well, the most important thing is that we have enjoyed ourselves. After so long, we managed to get together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R21Ku-mlMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fYv6aKr-9PI/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146852120093602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R21Ku-mlMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fYv6aKr-9PI/s320/DSC04814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R21KNemlMiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CNCA-Kx-jB4/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146851544567984674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R21KNemlMiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CNCA-Kx-jB4/s320/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope that there will be more gathering ahead... Merry Christmas people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5336777081859328922?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5336777081859328922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5336777081859328922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5336777081859328922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5336777081859328922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-celebration.html' title='Xmas Celebration'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R21Ku-mlMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fYv6aKr-9PI/s72-c/DSC04814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2810152607361888782</id><published>2007-12-08T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:31:05.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After field camp week</title><content type='html'>Just camp back from my virgin field camp with the tank platoon. By comparing the infantry field camp with the tank field camp, we are considered the fortunate ones as we had the luxury of sleeping inside the training shelter as well as a less tedious training. Well, nothing much to talk about it. Same old stuffs like never bath, never shit, never use phone, feeding mosquitoes for the four consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel that my weekends were unusually free for the past two weeks. Did nothing much but still spent alot. Haiz, sian man, have the feeling of a lonely old man. Haha. As for today, I went to catch up with my bosses in Red Box Events as well as that stupid Wei Xin. Haha. Went to eat at a japanese restaurant which is located near to their workplace. Feel that I have eaten some meat content in my stomach but I don't care much about it. The buffet cost almost 40 bucks so I have to eat as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas coming soon... Most probably I will be free on 20th to 25th of December 2007... Gonna make some plans to make my block leave fun and fulfilling sia... Nowadays, I find it hard to gather friends together also. Most of them have girl or boyfriends as their companion. Maybe, it's time for me to seriously considering to get a girlfriend too. Hahaha. God bless me please. Haha... I think I'm typing crap... Need some sleep now... Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2810152607361888782?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2810152607361888782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2810152607361888782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2810152607361888782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2810152607361888782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-field-camp-week.html' title='After field camp week'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-404387719087419517</id><published>2007-11-30T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:29:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days After Days</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to thanks those friends out there who have shown their concern for my 'exciting' NS life. Right now, I have been adapting pretty well with that kind of life. I have realised the reasons behind my unhappiness during my first few weeks of my stay in the Armour unit. Seriously, it's all about the mind. By comparing the NS life with some of the more fortunate friends will certainly makes oneself feel sad and less motivated. When I stopped making comparision and think positively, it makes my day goes faster and happier. So friends, not to worry, I'm just very fine now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still had plenty lots of things to improve for now. I'm unable to communicate with certain of the platoon mates. Some of them are just making life difficult for my section. Not gonna say more. There will surely be politics wherever you go. Pretty unsure whether to treat them as friends or foes. Suddenly, it reminds me of my ex-platoon mates who has passed away recently. He was a really friendly guy who treated me well during my BMT days. Many dislike him as they thought that he always slack his way out and malingering. As days goes by, I started to get influence by the majority and started to distance away from him. Looking back, I am pretty disgusted with myself right now. Anyway, it will be another lesson for me to learn. Rest in peace, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Army life, there is nothing much happening in my civilian life. Friends are all busy accompanying their girl or boyfriend. Bet that the next few weekends will be rather 'peaceful' and 'satisfactory'. Nah, not gonna think too much. What's gonna happen in the future will be a big question mark. So... just gonna wait and wait for the answer to come... Bye for now.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-404387719087419517?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/404387719087419517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=404387719087419517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/404387719087419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/404387719087419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-after-days.html' title='Days After Days'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3108442946713080418</id><published>2007-11-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:11:13.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 18 November 2007, was a rather busy day. It was the Black Beret Presentation Day in my unit. We spent the whole week doing preparation for this event. I didn't invite anybody to come as I think it's really troublesome for them to make their way there early in the morning. Actually, nothing much, just a simple parade and took couple of picture before proceeding back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AcPd7-uVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pmVcbqDVy6A/s1600-h/1_669518038l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134134627262183762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AcPd7-uVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pmVcbqDVy6A/s320/1_669518038l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Acit7-uWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TkyuK6RJ730/s1600-h/1_697698836l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134134957974665570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Acit7-uWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TkyuK6RJ730/s320/1_697698836l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, went to source for Cousin Wendy's present. Von.G, Esther, Min and Thomas were my companions. Walked around the whole of Orchard street. Was quite frustrated to find a decent present for my cousin. Anyway, did a pretty well done job in helping Thomas to give Esther a surprise. Surely, we will expect something back from them. Haha. Bought a watch before proceeding to Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von.G took train with me to Pasir Ris. Gossip quite alot of shit. Haha. We laughed uglily in train. Went to the chalet and saw many familiar faces. Sergeant Alex were there too as he is my cousin ex-classmate. He was surprise to see me sia. Went to catch up with Cousin Fat Fly, Clanner, Beer girl and Watson. Proceeded to arcade to have some crazy games. Took countless of pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, ending this entry with some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Adcd7-uaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ePkJBbIXD14/s1600-h/DSC07796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135950112111010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Adcd7-uaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ePkJBbIXD14/s320/DSC07796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AdNd7-uZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/svOFhMXzmcg/s1600-h/DSC07763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135692414073234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AdNd7-uZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/svOFhMXzmcg/s320/DSC07763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135554975119746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AdFd7-uYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DrGE3wu8rOs/s320/DSC07789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Ac397-uXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/olVSLBq27aU/s1600-h/DSC07746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135323046885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0Ac397-uXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/olVSLBq27aU/s320/DSC07746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34895038-3108442946713080418?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3108442946713080418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3108442946713080418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3108442946713080418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3108442946713080418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-yesterday.html' title='About Yesterday'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/R0AcPd7-uVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pmVcbqDVy6A/s72-c/1_669518038l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2840181229825204399</id><published>2007-10-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:01:58.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Ever since I've entered in Keat Hong Camp, it changes my life and it certainly transformed me into a person with lesser smile. Is it I'm too weak? I guess so. I think it's quite a mental plus physical torture in my company. Past few weeks was like the most stressed weeks in my life so far. Too many things to absorb plus very limited sleep. I was shagged and exhausted. I got 'fucked' by commanders every now and then. It's not that I don't put in effort, it's that I'm really slow in learning machinery and partical trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the feeling of fear and uncertainty in this company. I don't even know what will happened in the next moment man... Just for one simple example... I was celebrating my friend's birthday yesterday. At 11.20pm, my sergeant called me and wanted me to go back to camp to do my guard duty. I was out at town then. Luckily, there was an Infantry guy who is doing the guard duty. If not, I will not be here blogging about it now. Big Thank to him man. As you can see, you can't even guarantee your weekends will be free or not... Imagine if I'm the birthday boy, then god should really bless me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Nothing but complaining. During PC talk, officer wanted me to speak my heart out. I told him the things from my heart. Guess what? He was furious at me and thought that I bring disrespect him and the morale of the team down. As what others told me, commanders are right in whatever they said. So... Next time I should shut up and carry on with my life in there. Well, not gonna talk much about the life in there. By thinking of it, it really makes me sick. Other than those unhappy weekdays, I enjoyed my weekends fully. Had been spending precious time with good friends and family members too. Hope that there will be more such quality time to spend with them man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2840181229825204399?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2840181229825204399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2840181229825204399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2840181229825204399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2840181229825204399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-and-uncertainty.html' title='Fear and Uncertainty'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5523166908718610084</id><published>2007-09-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:26:04.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 SAR</title><content type='html'>Alright, got my posting to the unit... I got into 40 SAR which is Armour... As what? Armour Infantry. I have no idea what is it about. Ask me if I would like to know whether it's tough or not? For now, my answer will be no interest. Haha. The word 'infantry' can hardly escape from PES A soldier. Tough or not, I still have to go through. No point worrying and crying my ass off. Haha. I'm sure every unit and vocation will have different toughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, came to think about it, staying in isn't that bad though. I've spent nearly 600 bucks during the two weeks long block leave. Basically, I've spent them on entertainment and food. Think about it, I'm feeling abit of a heartache now. Hahaha. Got to learn to save more as I heard there will be numerous oversea training for my vocation. Haha. But I still have the phobia on the food provided by the cookhouse... Haha. Imagine in Tekong for 3 months, already feel the shit in my mouth. 1 year 9 month in my unit.... errr... anyway, I'm sure it's better than combat ration... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to sleep early. Must try hard to sleep early. This post ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5523166908718610084?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5523166908718610084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5523166908718610084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5523166908718610084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5523166908718610084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/40-sar.html' title='40 SAR'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7284931381820482272</id><published>2007-09-19T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:19:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BMTC Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another 'once in a blue moon' entry made by zjr. It has been a long time since my very last entry. Feel kind of uneasy to start another entry. The reason? Where the heck should I start? I'll just summarize what happened in army life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone kept asking me 'How's army?', 'Siong or not?' and many many 'Army questions'. The conclusion for my 3 months long BMT stint will be summed up in a simple sentence. That would be 'Routine life with restricted freedom that were under the control of commanders.' Everyday involved eating, training, lecture and sleeping. No entertainment, no television, shortage of newspaper and not even board games. That's why I've got nothing to blog except armY, arMY, aRMY and AMRY. Haha. Seriously, I don't know a shit about what happened around the world during the past 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The past 3 months, I got to know this batch of soldiers... They called themselves soldiers... Haha... I still don't regard myself as a soldier... Cos soldier don't keng as much as we do... Cos soldier don't complain as much as we do... Cos soldier takes pride in whatever task given...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the so-called 3G soldiers, cannot tahan rain or shine. Whenever it rains, siren will be sounded. Cat 1 Cat 1... 3G soldiers will be cheering and started dancing around like members of Music and Dance group. Then we will walk under shelter as rain drops will make us melt like ice cream. When the siren came again, 3G soldiers will moan like there's no tomorrow. This time round, it will be Normal Weather, Normal Weather. Althought I like rainy days, but I don't make exaggerate actions. I'll just stand at one corner, praying for the rain to drop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting fact about the 3G soldiers is that they are not afraid of officer. You think I must be kidding right? Dey... I'm not refering to 2nd Lieutenant, 1st Lieutenant or even Captain in respective company. 3G soldiers love to visit the medical officer known as the MO. I was appointed as the report sick IC and there were alot of different cases which were interesting. Imagine someone who can get sick for almost 3 or 4 consecutive weekends... See MO for small blister which can made them walk like jumbo elephant... Actually it's really easy to identify who chao keng or not... Cos the same names kept repeating itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious to call ourselves as the soldiers... Seriously, I'm not criticizing anybody in my company or platoon. I just wanna share some interesting fact about 3G soldiers. I've gone through so many events such as Range, Field Camp, SIT test, BAC, Route March and the most important things that I've learned is the behaviour of human in desperate situation. People get selfish whenever they are tired. It's still an unacceptable truth which I gonna accept. Even myself, I got selfish. Maybe it's human nature....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I miss a single part of BMT life? Saying no isn't right. I do miss some fellow idiots who shared cup noodles with me. Haha. And also some retards who shared their happiness and sadness with me. But overall, I kept a very low profile in the company to distance myself from unneccessary troubles. All I want is to serve and go. I don't wanna excel in the army as it's not something that I'm interested. Made a few friends in the company and kinda happy to have them in life. As for most of them, they are passer-bys and maybe will get to meet again. To sum up everything, I shall present some pictures taken during my BMT days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975783607873298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFi5ApYrxI/AAAAAAAAADc/WgABfR78ssk/s320/1_427646643l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture 1: So this is Pegasus Platoon 4, although it still can't gel like a platoon. This was taken during the OC evening. Afterall, it was a funny day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFjNwpYryI/AAAAAAAAADk/24lMlcbgo7s/s1600-h/226073047097l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111976140090158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFjNwpYryI/AAAAAAAAADk/24lMlcbgo7s/s320/226073047097l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 2: Shagged faces can be seen in this picture. We didn't bath for 6 days 5 nights. That was the officer who stunned my rifle and never wanted to give it back. A memorable way to remember him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFjnApYrzI/AAAAAAAAADs/jl8Udw8hKU8/s1600-h/226078619784l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111976573881855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFjnApYrzI/AAAAAAAAADs/jl8Udw8hKU8/s320/226078619784l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture 3: Taken during the farewell party for the officer who stunned my rifle. Haha. This is the awful admin shirt which we wore over the 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFkCwpYr0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3lnGaWrM1PY/s1600-h/22607714881l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111977050623225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFkCwpYr0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3lnGaWrM1PY/s320/22607714881l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture 4: And again... The officer who stole my rifle... haha... Those botaks were the ones who slept, shit, bath, eat, crap with me in the same room for the past 3 months. Btw, that officer who stole my rifle can do 50 pull up or maybe MORE....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7284931381820482272?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7284931381820482272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7284931381820482272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7284931381820482272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7284931381820482272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/bmtc-days.html' title='BMTC Days'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RvFi5ApYrxI/AAAAAAAAADc/WgABfR78ssk/s72-c/1_427646643l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5103264713210573055</id><published>2007-08-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:30:22.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>TAGGED BY./Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM/HER?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin/Clanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER.&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic/Mathematics Idiot/Crazy/Chatty/Incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THING HE/SHE HAD DONE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;made a birthday card for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABE WORDS HE/SHE HAD SAID TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;CLANNER, YOU'RE BACKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, lover? Cousin, this question is applicable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, YOU WILL...&lt;br /&gt;I will made her into a bangla kisser just like fat fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, REASON IS?&lt;br /&gt;She took Whiskey away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST DESIRE THING YOU WANT TO DO FOR HIM/HER NOW IS.../______________ :&lt;br /&gt;To get the Ice Kimo treat back from that bangla kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL IMPRESSION OF HER.&lt;br /&gt;She can be one potential bangla kisser if that bangla kisser continues to give her tution lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU THINK PEOPLE AROUND YOU FEEL OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Some hate me, Some like me. Human is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER YOU LOVE OF YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;I don't love myself. I share my love. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS YOU HATE OF YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;If I hate myself, I wouldn't survive till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST IDEAL PERSON YOU WANT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR PEOPLE WHO CARE AND LIKE YOU, SAY SOMETHING TO THEM.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;People who cares. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5103264713210573055?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5103264713210573055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5103264713210573055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5103264713210573055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5103264713210573055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-6980321898756941058</id><published>2007-08-03T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:40:50.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Camp</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time in 2 weeks that I slept at home. Haha. Finally, I'm allowed to book out with the rest of the company mates. I'm having fever again... That's my luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what happened during my MIA day? I had my 6 days field camp at Tekong forest. Field camp sucks to max. Haha. Rain from the very first moment that we arrived there. We had to pitch a Basha Tent under the rain. Everyone was fucking each other due to the tireness and messy situation. Sleeping in Basha is alot better than sleeping in the stupid trench that we dug on the forth day. Haha. It's like a grave of our own. And yayaya, my rifle got stolen TWICE by my commanders. Suayyyyyyyyy... Guard duty awaits.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field camp is also like a pig's life for recruit. We roll on mud, sleep on mud, eat on mud and everyone was in a muddy mess. The field ration is so 'delicious' that I shared most of it with the rubbish bags. I ate an average of 4 packets of biscuit and a pack of green bean soup daily. Luckily, I survived. Hahaha. Nevertheless, I learned countless of things during my field camp. You can really see the true color of many types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, take a break now. See ya guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-6980321898756941058?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6980321898756941058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=6980321898756941058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6980321898756941058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/6980321898756941058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/08/field-camp.html' title='Field Camp'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2578772175388982780</id><published>2007-07-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:40:23.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzation</title><content type='html'>Book out again but it will be a relatively short one. I think that I'm getting more sick about NS life. Super boring and tiring. 1 day in NS is equivilant to 3 days being civilian. This week is kind of tiring for me. Had my live range on Monday and Tuesday followed by several combat trainings. Oh ya, I saw water sprout in Tekong while learning how to handle a grenade. Many still called it a Twister and they were kinda afraid of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it suppose to be my book out day. But I don't know what happened to my damn luck. I got weekend guard duty for fuck sake. Those who suppose to do the guard duty as a punishment had escaped due to some blisters or injuries. In the end, I got chosen to pick up shit. The reason why I feel so fuck up is because next weekend will be killed due to field camp. I need sufficient rest for the next ultra long week man. To make thing worse, I got the most number of duty hours for my guard duty compared to the rest. Haiz. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to make full use of my limited book out time now. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2578772175388982780?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2578772175388982780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2578772175388982780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2578772175388982780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2578772175388982780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/07/sianzation.html' title='Sianzation'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2122439409081631191</id><published>2007-07-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:33:58.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gashe8eI/AAAAAAAAADE/lc0TS2sy4EY/s1600-h/CIMG0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084107041092334050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gashe8eI/AAAAAAAAADE/lc0TS2sy4EY/s320/CIMG0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gpche8gI/AAAAAAAAADU/rPlcL0Ki7EQ/s1600-h/CIMG0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084107294495404546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gpche8gI/AAAAAAAAADU/rPlcL0Ki7EQ/s320/CIMG0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gg8he8fI/AAAAAAAAADM/tP40oVtnF0c/s1600-h/CIMG0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084107148466516466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gg8he8fI/AAAAAAAAADM/tP40oVtnF0c/s320/CIMG0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so long since I've last updated. Have been giving away parts of my life to my nation. Well, army army, so far so good. Actually I think that army isn't tough, it's the Recruits that make things tough for themselves. This week is relatively smooth as we put in a little effort to prove that we can do thing well. But I saw many people who enjoyed special privileges without extra effort. Feel so fuck up with those selfish assholes. Those are the people who screwed up things or to make things beyond near perfection. They claimed that they were tired. WTH, the rest not tired? haha. Even I slept for 3-4 hrs daily, I still can take it man. Excuse and excuse. Haha. Stop here... I getting naggy now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to NYP graduation ceremony today... Met alot of my classmates as well as schoolmates. I didn't go up the stage to collect the folder. Thinking that it was rather troublesome. Haha. Took plenty of pictures with my dear friends. So glad that we can have that little time to gather with them. Most look pretty different after just few short months... Like Ah Keong became more lady-like, Tulsi became sexier etc etc... Photo will be uploaded once I got it... As for now, I'm pretty tired so have to peng ASAP... Will update again and CIAOZZzz Guys.&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/34895038-2122439409081631191?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2122439409081631191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2122439409081631191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2122439409081631191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2122439409081631191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-so-long-since-ive-last.html' title='Grad Day'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Ro5gashe8eI/AAAAAAAAADE/lc0TS2sy4EY/s72-c/CIMG0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-4159550176016326350</id><published>2007-06-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:07:16.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army life</title><content type='html'>Soon, it will be the end of the first 2 weeks in the army. In these 2 weeks, many things happened and I've learned alot of valuable lessons. Met lotsa friends in the camp and the whole lots are fun and friendly. Also, you can see quite a number of black sheeps in the group too. Hope that they will change immediately after the 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Platoon Sergent, Sergent and Platoon buddies called me 'Finger Boy'. Why? Just on the 2nd day of my army stint, I accidentally cut my right index finger by the utility knief. Blood dripped from Level 5 to the Medical Center. Haha. I shocked many of my Platoon buddies as there were a pool of blood on my seat. So... that was the day which I got my first 'book out' to the Changi General Hospital for 3 stitches. This incident also resultant the return of the ulitity knief. Wasted man. $150 per piece sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I got to book out again. Why? I got fever. It took six hours for the medical center to process a piece of medical certificate. NS focus on speed and efficiency? I really doubt it loh. Haha. Before I went into the medical center, my body temperature is 38.1 degree celsius. After getting out of that damn place, it increased to 39.1 degree celsius. Why? Cos they required the recruit to wear shorts and t-shirt in the damn freaking 18 degree celsius medical centre. And I endured the coldness throughout the 6 hours. I got back to my company office and reported to my Sergent. Guess what? I got a new nickname. Now they called me 'Chao Keng'. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Platoon buddies also called me 'Sergent Chocolate'. Haha. Funny and cool nickname. They told me that I can shout louder than most of the Sergent around. So most of the time, they always called me to shout in order to motivate and to make those minority black sheeps to put in more effort when coming down. Why chocolate? Cos I'm always wearing the Chocolate Admin T-shirt as I'm on light duties. Haha. Funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the 2 weeks adjustment period is still relatively okay to me. People there are really kind to me. Whenever and wherever I go, they will asked me about the condition of my finger. Some even salute to me cos I'm Sergent Chocolate. Hahaha. Most of the commanders are good as they still treat us like a human. There is only 1 particular Sergent that really spoiled my days. He treats the recruits like shits and abuse his authority just because he got the power. Well, for me, I think it's better to treat people better so that they will be willing to fight with you not because of your rank but a Sergent who take cares of his men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-4159550176016326350?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4159550176016326350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=4159550176016326350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4159550176016326350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4159550176016326350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/army-life.html' title='Army life'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-4910396385447295807</id><published>2007-06-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:28:16.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, last post before going for my offshore internship programme. Haha. Well, time really flies fast, it's now my turn to get in. Glad that there are quite a number of best wishes from my cousins and buddies and I would like to specially thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah Keong for that 'Jr collage' which is posted on her blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Xin for not forgetting that I'm her ex colleague and wishes me all the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clanner AKPQ for repeating my name constantly in her blog, the care bear post and also the best wishes letter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also thanks those who had sent me with SMSes and MSNes. I really really appreciate it sia. Hope that I'll have the chance to meet up with you people soon. Bye for now and see you when I see you :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-4910396385447295807?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4910396385447295807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=4910396385447295807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4910396385447295807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4910396385447295807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright-last-post-before-going-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-4272967835965117598</id><published>2007-06-12T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:42:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Ah Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rm7L6E8WFdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YipDQ7jvWi8/s1600-h/joy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075218028712826322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rm7L6E8WFdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YipDQ7jvWi8/s320/joy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A special thanks to Ah Joy for giving a special entry specially for me in her blog. You are a really cool buddy and hope you wouldn't forget my face during my NS stint. Just in case you will forget, I shall post a picture that we took recently. Haiz... Never get the chance to meet up before going to NS, BUT BUT, there will still be a next time. Hahaha. All the best Ah Keong.... Hahahaha.&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/34895038-4272967835965117598?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4272967835965117598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=4272967835965117598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4272967835965117598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/4272967835965117598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-to-ah-joy.html' title='Thanks to Ah Joy'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rm7L6E8WFdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YipDQ7jvWi8/s72-c/joy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5804222830877100539</id><published>2007-06-10T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:49:53.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah, in case some of you finds that the pictures were familiar, I would like to inform you that I stole them from somewhere. Haha. I love to steal pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see from these pictures, a gang of girls and guys went to celebrate Thomas 21st birthday. Happy Birthday to you, Thomas. Had hella lotsa fun time at the Kbox @ Marina Square. As usual, I clowned there like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One unusual thing happened during the K box session, the girls bought a piece of T-shirt for me. It is a two months over-dued birthday present which came to my surprise. Thanks Leen, Jaime, Tingz and Pingz for the relatively expensive item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Han's for our dinner and thanks Thomas for the treat. Haha. The service sucks to the cow balls. After the dinner, we went to play merry-go-round at the area outside Marina Square. In the end, we headed to Clarke Quay to smell Merlion's fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, picturesssss..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvb6E8WFaI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Se8rx4lwtc/s1600-h/thomas+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074391195968738722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvb6E8WFaI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Se8rx4lwtc/s320/thomas+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, this is the birthday boy Thomas... 21 years old... Single and available... Any takers? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvcEk8WFcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3od_ji4hhHE/s1600-h/alltogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074391376357365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvcEk8WFcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3od_ji4hhHE/s320/alltogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back (left to right) Justin, Apple, Shileen, Hippo Mei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front (left to right): Liang, Thomas, Me, Bernard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvbDk8WFXI/AAAAAAAAACM/KUoRPZzY1GE/s1600-h/Kbox+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074390259665868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvbDk8WFXI/AAAAAAAAACM/KUoRPZzY1GE/s320/Kbox+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great photoshop skill by Leen... Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvatE8WFUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UddOkrY3d48/s1600-h/kbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074389873118811458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvatE8WFUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UddOkrY3d48/s320/kbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've no idea when this picture is taken. I look rather stupid la. Haha. Alright, I think I was too high on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvabk8WFSI/AAAAAAAAABk/p-kaNqhEx0U/s1600-h/ignored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074389572471100706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvabk8WFSI/AAAAAAAAABk/p-kaNqhEx0U/s320/ignored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sang love song to her... But she TOTALLY ignored me... She broke my heart.... So sadzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvaI08WFQI/AAAAAAAAABU/XQSXRWW9Sdo/s1600-h/k+box+punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074389250348553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvaI08WFQI/AAAAAAAAABU/XQSXRWW9Sdo/s320/k+box+punch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soooo.... I ignored her too and went on to play my 5 10 15. Hahaha. I lost terrible due to broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvam08WFTI/AAAAAAAAABs/seqU5eXTUDs/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074389765744629042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvam08WFTI/AAAAAAAAABs/seqU5eXTUDs/s320/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yaaa.... We went to bowling after dinner... I've forgotten it as it was not a night to remember. I cleaned the drain for the staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvaS08WFRI/AAAAAAAAABc/8zgZM2PwSJM/s1600-h/4ofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074389422147245330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvaS08WFRI/AAAAAAAAABc/8zgZM2PwSJM/s320/4ofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chilling at the Clarke Quay... One more time.... 4 eligible singles.... Any takers? Counting once.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvbdU8WFZI/AAAAAAAAACc/H5puEBwou3c/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074390702047499666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RmvbdU8WFZI/AAAAAAAAACc/H5puEBwou3c/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okok, last picture..... I want to complain. DIDN'T I SAY 'DON'T EVER POST THIS PICTURE?' Never mind la, thanks for the free publicity. Wahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5804222830877100539?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5804222830877100539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5804222830877100539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5804222830877100539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5804222830877100539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/thomass-birthday.html' title='Thomas&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rmvb6E8WFaI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Se8rx4lwtc/s72-c/thomas+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2664558492020909787</id><published>2007-06-01T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:38:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong?</title><content type='html'>Used to be satisfied and happy whenever I meet up with friends and cousins. Now? No longer. It doesn't means that I am unhappy when I'm with them. I'm still happy but it just seems like I'm enjoying it lesser and lesser. No waves and flows in my life. It's as peaceful and stagnant as a glass of pure drinking water. I think I'm getting bored with so many things here. Mild Depression or Fatigue? I want to vent it out but how? It's definitely not pre NS depression as I don't really think about it. Hope I can get a waterspout (good) and not a tsunami (bad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2664558492020909787?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2664558492020909787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2664558492020909787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2664558492020909787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2664558492020909787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-wrong.html' title='What is wrong?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-277135121771777761</id><published>2007-05-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:23:14.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Week</title><content type='html'>A man was sitting reading his paper when his wife hit him round the head with a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that for?" the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied "That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then said "When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife apologized and went on with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later, the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again. Wife replied ...."Your horse phoned"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-277135121771777761?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/277135121771777761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=277135121771777761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/277135121771777761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/277135121771777761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-of-week_24.html' title='Joke of the Week'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7323804728211885391</id><published>2007-05-22T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:44:07.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stories...</title><content type='html'>Heard quite a few army ghost stories from my friends... Picked up a few to share with you guys and I thought they are relatively spooky... I don't really know the story but I've captured the interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1: The Shutter&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when this happened and who were involved in this spooky incident. This incident involved a Chinese and Malay NS man. One evening, as the Chinese guy were walking towards the shower room, his fellow Malay bunkmate approached him. With a relatively soft tone, he told the Chinese bunkmate that there is 'something' on top of him. As the Chinese guy does not believe with ghost tales, he ignored the warning and went straight to shower room. Sooo.... he turned on the shower tap and started bathing. What he saw is the most unforgettable thing in his life. He looked down on the floor and saw a reflection of himself and a female 'sometime' sitting on his shoulder. It was just like a scene from the movie, The Shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2: A good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;Heard that it is best to sleep as early as possible when you are in the camp. I don't know the reason until someone told me this story. James (fake name) was unable to get to sleep as he still couldn't adapt to the NS life. While everyone was sleeping soundly during the quiet midnight, his mind didn't want to rest. All he could do was to rest his eyes and hope he will be able to get some sleep as soon as possible. As he was trying to get to sleep, he heard some noises from his bedside. *Thump *Thump ... He opened his eyes and saw a little ball rolling under his bed. Next, a little girl ran towards the direction of the ball. Instead of forging asleep, his eyes were still wide opened. That little girl saw him and immediately, she pointed her finger on him. "Ah Ma, this guy still haven't sleep." said the girl. Then the old grandma started to approach James......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7323804728211885391?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7323804728211885391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7323804728211885391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7323804728211885391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7323804728211885391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-stories.html' title='Some stories...'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7069983779373603044</id><published>2007-05-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:22:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compass Event</title><content type='html'>Alright, stayed at home for the whole of Monday. Reason? I am too tired to travel around. Oh ya, on sunday, I spent my whole day @ the Swissotel. Asked Yiliang to accompany me as early as 11am for the preparation of the event. Btw, Yiliang was the photographer of the day. Woohoo. This event is organised by Compass and it is an award ceremony. There were lotsa music people such as Lee Shih Song, Lee Wei Song,Electrico, Corrinne May and etc who have attended this award presentation ceremony. Unfortunately, JJ Lin was unable to attend this event but nevertheless, there were still wonderful performances on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the time at the backstage with two wonderful MCs, Danny Yeo (former Yes 93.3 DJ) and Serene Chen. They were very nice and we chatted quite alot while they were taking their break. Other than providing cue to the MCs, I was also the 'waiter' for these MCs. In the middle of the event, they were complaining that their stomach was playing with drums. Haha. On a occasion which I find it relatively funny was that there were an performance by Lee Shih Song's Music School's students. One of the song titled 'Smell of Lemon Grass' by Jolin Tsai were performed by the students. While listening to the song, Danny asked me if I know the Singer of this particular song. I told him that I have no idea. He was unconvinced and started complaining jokingly. I hit back with an friendly gesture, " Danny, how would I know who is the singer? You were an DJ and you have no idea of the singer?" Haha. Then he started complaining again saying that I'm trying to pull down his stage. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did enjoy a little during the event. Thanks to the MCs and conversations in our walky talky. Alright, Below are some of the pictures taken during the event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHFUygo_NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2IF0NssKGW0/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067048016715250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHFUygo_NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2IF0NssKGW0/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are we smart on that day? Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHFyigo_OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xl3gfyMaQzA/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067048527816359138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHFyigo_OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xl3gfyMaQzA/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two babes and a Zero? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHGEigo_PI/AAAAAAAAABE/p_wjICOF-7A/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067048837054004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHGEigo_PI/AAAAAAAAABE/p_wjICOF-7A/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jr and Photographer of the Day&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/34895038-7069983779373603044?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7069983779373603044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7069983779373603044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7069983779373603044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7069983779373603044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/compass-event.html' title='Compass Event'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RlHFUygo_NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2IF0NssKGW0/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2385950241184695243</id><published>2007-05-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:29:04.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EQ test</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I'm blogging again. Today is Friday and I'm sure that many friends of mine are awaiting for the weekends to fly in. Haha. Well, I'll be given a short one day rest for the weekends as there will be an event coming on the Sunday. Nevertheless, it's better than none right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early this morning, I went to do some IQ and EQ tests online. I'm pretty satisfied with my IQ level as it is above average as compared to many others :) Haha. If I'm not wrong, I scored 111 for my IQ. So to some of my friends and relatives, please don't ever call me 'dumb' ok? Hahaha. As for my EQ, I have expected it to be low. Below is an simple analysis of my EQ results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rk1BCCgo_MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXbh_q4UgGU/s1600-h/eq.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065776659150994626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rk1BCCgo_MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXbh_q4UgGU/s320/eq.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not surprised that I've scored so badly for my EQ test. I know I'm someone who cannot control my moods and emotional. I tends to let it run wild even though I realised that people around me are unhappy with my attitude. Especially in the morning, my face will be as black as charcoal without knowing the reason behind it. When doing project, if it does not meet my expection, I will turn crazy again. So most of my friends will have the love-hate or hate-hate feeling towards me. I know I can do better but sometimes environment does play a big part too. When the environment is slightly noisy in the morning, my blood will boil and I feel like shutting the fuck outta these people. And ya, I'm super annoyed when I see lazy or irresponsible minorities who couldn't be bothered with their daily responsibilities and tasks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main purpose of typing this entry is to remind myself to stop the crap. I've gone from bad to worse and happiness is drifting further. I don't think I'm so fuck up in 2 or 3 years back. I'm no longer as happy go lucky as I used to be. Is it the price that we have to pay as we get older? I don't know. To friends who are able to tolerate my nonsense, I'm glad that you guys still treat me as a friend. I will change and that's the promise to you people out there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: I'm not depressed or unhappy, just that I'm not satisfy with myself. Haha, so friends, don't have to console me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2385950241184695243?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2385950241184695243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2385950241184695243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2385950241184695243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2385950241184695243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/eq-test.html' title='EQ test'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/Rk1BCCgo_MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXbh_q4UgGU/s72-c/eq.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3737108568111109732</id><published>2007-05-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:43:22.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining</title><content type='html'>Blogger finally back to normal. Well, as part of my morning routine, I went to read articles on the internet and found a pretty funny comments. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complaint Queen 1:&lt;/strong&gt; These mynahs can be rather annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complaint Queen 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Mynah still alrite loh... crows are more irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unhappy Person:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a mynah ........ very affection and loyal pets. As for them being irritating, well, I find some human beings alot more irritating. Animal don't know that they are being irritating, but humans know and yet still do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hilarious when you see this type of comment which targeted on complaint kings and queens. It's normal to complain and it's not weird that everyone of us do complain about unhappy issue. But, seriously, I don't understand why some people complain about small issues which doesn't not deeply affect his/her life. There are different level of complaint people and I have graded them into different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mild Complaint Person:&lt;/strong&gt; People who complain very little and easy to solve the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal Complaint Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Normal people who complain slightly more but the complaints made are reasonable and needs a little more time to persuade them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complaint Queen and King:&lt;/strong&gt; Complain alot and difficult to settle the problems with them. They simply like to complain to get the attention but somehow, they will still listen to you. Yeah, they will listen but they wouldn't agree with your point of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KPKB Siao Lang:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the highest level of complaint people category. These people simply complain anything, even though it's none of his/her business. Their life is all about complain complain and still, complain. They wouldn't give you the chance to speak up and all you have to do is to stand there and listen to their chanting. Everything is just so right for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having worked for many temporary jobs which were directly and indirectly related to customer service, I had met all types of complaint people. The most 'buay tahan' (unbearable) event I have encountered was during the Charlotte's Web Movie Screening @ Singapore Zoo. Tickets stated that the movie screen starts at 6pm and they assumed that it will start immediately. They tried to force their way into the seating area and started to complain and nag at the events crews. These people were such a woodblocks as they couldn't even think that 6pm is still too bright to screen the movie (Outdoor Movie Screening). What made my blood boils is that someone complained that the lighting on the ground distracted them. I informed my boss and we tried to solve the problem. As the lighting was too bright, I used my shoe to cover the lamp. The heat of the lamp was so hot that my shoe got half cooked. Suddenly, the movie screen turned black and everyone looked behind. I heard one CB bastard who said, 'Look, what you have done to the movie screen...' Initially, I thought it was my fault and I ignored him. Then my boss told me that he switched off the wrong switch. Haha. So I got verbal bombed by many CBs for nothing. Haiz, too bad, I should have yelled this back to that CB bastard, 'Look at what the event crews had done for you'. I got my shoe burned for nothing man. So sad that these people don't appretiate what the events people has done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that I am complaining while typing the entry regarding complaining. Alamak.... What the hell man. Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3737108568111109732?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3737108568111109732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3737108568111109732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3737108568111109732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3737108568111109732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/complaining.html' title='Complaining'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-8101717693774993080</id><published>2007-05-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:26:29.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERT</title><content type='html'>I don't understand some people. Are they born with a great sense of humor or simply mis-used the word 'humor'. Hahaha. Look at this fellow who enjoyed every single minute and seconds to show her true color to me. Hahaha. Do you feel silly???? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RkqEnygo_LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F6syHNDAY9g/s1600-h/blogge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065006550039985330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RkqEnygo_LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F6syHNDAY9g/s320/blogge.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34895038-8101717693774993080?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8101717693774993080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=8101717693774993080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8101717693774993080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8101717693774993080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/alert.html' title='ALERT'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ej3hnf_grRo/RkqEnygo_LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F6syHNDAY9g/s72-c/blogge.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5858115140392460660</id><published>2007-05-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:14:09.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Week</title><content type='html'>Weekends were fun and enjoyable... Happy time tends to be short and sweet... Now, back to weekdays and I have to start with the daily routine. Felt a little depressed on Monday as it got back to the usual quiet and draggy day. Ayway, I'm fine now. Haha. Human always suffer from emotional swings. Sometimes up and sometimes down. Pheww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, read a couple of funny email and would like to share with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;Man comes home, finds his wife with his friend in bed.&lt;br /&gt;He shoots his friend to death.&lt;br /&gt;Wife says "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;Small Boy wrote to Santa Claus," send me a brother"&lt;br /&gt;Santa wrote back, "SEND ME YOUR MOTHER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3:&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of Mistress? Someone between the Mister and Mattress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4:&lt;br /&gt;Three Feelings: What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?&lt;br /&gt;Stress is when wife is pregnant, Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant, and Panic is when both are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do you know the importance of period?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Ya, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got heart attack &amp; our driver ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6:&lt;br /&gt;Two men met while both where looking for their lost wives.&lt;br /&gt;1st: How does yours look like?&lt;br /&gt;2nd: She is 5"7, 36-24-36, Fair, Black eyes. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;1st: Forget mine. Let’s find yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7:&lt;br /&gt;Son asks difference between confident and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, you are my son, that I am confident.  Your friend, Dave is also my son, that's confidential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8:&lt;br /&gt;Mother to her teenage daughter: I think this is the right time we should talk about sex.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter (Excitingly) : Sure mom, tell me what do you want to know. Mother Faints..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5858115140392460660?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5858115140392460660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5858115140392460660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5858115140392460660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5858115140392460660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-of-week.html' title='Joke of the Week'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-8292096282029085891</id><published>2007-05-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:29:35.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Blues</title><content type='html'>Good Friday morning everyone, well, I think most friends are asleep right now so don't bother about that. Haha. As usual, I took train to work and saw a really sweet looking girl. She sat beside me and somehow, I wish the train will breakdown in no time. Hahahaha. How I wish I have the courage to get her phone number. Haha. Anyway, I am not a morning person so I got no mood to do anything early in the morning. Hope to meet her again next time. Hehe. Sounds 'Tiko-ish' man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the crap. Oh well, finally I have tasted the Four Season's Durian Pancake yesterday. Haha. Went to AMK hub with Esther yesterday for a simple dinner. Seriously, I don't know why there are so many shoppers in AMK hub daily. We waited for almost 20 minutes just to find seats at the food court (maybe due to inconsiderate people). After dinner, we went to queue up for the Durian Pancake. There is always long queue during that period of time. Anyway, the Durian Pancake is so damn nice la.... Imagine: Hot crispy pancake cake filled with durian. One bite on it, you can feel the cold bitter durian melting in your mouth. Nice nice nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit of entertainment for you guys. Do you know that there is a Disneyland in China? Haha, I think it is awesome and funny. Imagine you are able to see flattened Doraemon and shrinking Goofy walking around the fake theme park. Haha. The Chinese called their Minnie Mouse as Da Er Mao (Big Ear Cat?) LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8b1jN0KCjB4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8b1jN0KCjB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-8292096282029085891?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8292096282029085891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=8292096282029085891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8292096282029085891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8292096282029085891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-blues.html' title='Friday Blues'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2224290430969014544</id><published>2007-05-07T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:42:49.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party. After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest room. Those who remained talked about their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy said, "My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy said, "Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets. He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man said: Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multi-millionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth friend returned from the restroom and asked: "What are all the congratulations for?" One of the three said: "We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. What about your son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man replied: "My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub." The three friends said: "What a shame... what a disappointment." The fourth man replied: "No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he hasn't done too badly either. His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2224290430969014544?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2224290430969014544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2224290430969014544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2224290430969014544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2224290430969014544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-of-day_07.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5880335607826348548</id><published>2007-05-04T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:35:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singles</title><content type='html'>Have you guys even wonder why are there so many unattached people in Singapore? Heard from my boss that the Single Community is fast becoming an lucrative market to invest in. So not long ago, we did discussed  about the reasons for this ascending figures. It's interesting, therefore I would like to listen to some of your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, we are living in a society where paper qualifications are extremely important for individual status and future. If you wanna earn lotsa money, you will have to force yourself to study as much as possible. Nowadays, Diploma holders are flooding in the market as we have a total of 5 polytechnics in this small little island. Here is the normal route of the Singapore Education System:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-7 years old: Nursery (Not really neccessary)&lt;br /&gt;7-12 years old: Primary School Education (PSLE Certificate)&lt;br /&gt;12-16 or 12-17 years old: Secondary School Education ( 'N' or 'O' Level Certificate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, student will choose the path of either going to JC or Polytechnic. I'll just take the Polytechnic Route as an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls:&lt;br /&gt;17 - 20 years old: Polytechnic Education (Diploma)&lt;br /&gt;21 - 24 years old: University Education&lt;br /&gt;25 - 30 years old: Job searching, gain experience, work like cow and find the right job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have enough saving to get married, it will be around 30 years old. It is considered a pretty acceptable age for you to get married. BUT, imagine....... Failure in the relationship? Then you will have to start all over again. Remember, it's not easy to find the 'right' person in life. By then, guess how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys:&lt;br /&gt;17-20 years old: Polytechnic Education (Diploma)&lt;br /&gt;21 - 23 years old: National Service (No Choice)&lt;br /&gt;24 - 27 years old: University Education ( Depends on your will to become big salary man)&lt;br /&gt;28 - 33 years old: Job searching, gain experience, work like cow and find the right job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have enough saving to get married, it will be around 33 years old. Errr, considered young for a guy... BUT, imagine....... Failure in the relationship? Then you will have to start all over again. Remember, it's not easy to find the 'right' person in life. By then, guess how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, there are several other options like the JC or Express path. But to majority who are polytechnic students, it will be hard for them to handle both relationship and work sucessfully. Therefore, most of the singles will focus on studying and working as priorities then comes the relationship. By then, they will be over 30 years old and it will be quite tough for them to find suitable matches. As the female are getting more independent and earn quite alot, most will tend to be choosy at finding the right partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my boss that even if you are an millionaire, there will be many successful ladies turning their back against you. They are looking more than just money. These people wouldn't want an millionaire kopitiam boss to be her partner. She might think that he is uncompatible as the social circle of people she met is opposite with those that he met. So it doesn't surprise me as that lady is still unattached at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5880335607826348548?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5880335607826348548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5880335607826348548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5880335607826348548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5880335607826348548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/singles.html' title='Singles'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7690225583797872059</id><published>2007-05-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:03:52.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Story</title><content type='html'>Hi, morning guys. I've came across this article on FoxNews and would like to share this inspirational story to you people. Sometimes, even human don't have the courage to defend their family and friends. So well, please learn from the story of George. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Click on this link for full story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,269653,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,269653,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Whiskey will be as strong as Geroge. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7690225583797872059?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7690225583797872059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7690225583797872059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7690225583797872059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7690225583797872059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/dog-story.html' title='Dog Story'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7761116181684178771</id><published>2007-05-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:32:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=LgUxDVrOhffrQZY-KE-AAAAA-a1d0&amp;t=Generous+Builder"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Builder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are detail-oriented, cautious, and practical, making you a BUILDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent at focusing on the concrete, functional elements of things, so you're good at making things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing novel ways of doing things helps you to be efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're great to have on a team, as you understand how things work and don't let your ego get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're perceptive, down-to-earth, and realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see a need to commit to a set routine or schedule—you'd rather improvise a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may doubt yourself sometimes, you have the skills and the curiosity to pursue broader adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to consider a lot of information before making big decisions, and you think about that information in realistic, thorough ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't concern yourself with flashy styles or surface appearances—you're far too sensible for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think more abstractly about things without abandoning your valuable sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/h/?k=LgUxDVrOhffrQZY-KE-AAAAA-a1d0&amp;t=Generous+Builder"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Generous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your awareness of those around you, along with your nuanced perceptions of the world at large, makes you the GENEROUS person that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value time to yourself and understand how rich your private world can be—you know that you don't have to go wild to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excited and energized by ideas and often enjoy things more through observation than through experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tendency gives you an appreciation for different perspectives and opinions about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as aware of others as you are doesn't mean you find it easy to trust them immediately—this is something that happens more slowly for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, you are aware of the complexities of many situations and are reluctant to pass judgments on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have fewer friendships than some people, those that you have are meaningful and are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value spending time alone—it is while reflecting on the world around you that you often learn something new about yourself or begin to understand something that's been bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given how attuned you are to others' thoughts and feelings, you might find that trusting people more is a way to broaden your perspective even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you know how much can be learned from observing the world around you, remember that much of life can be lived by experiencing it, not just by understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=LgUxDVrOhffrQZY-KE-AAAAA-a1d0"&gt; My Personal Dna Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7761116181684178771?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7761116181684178771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7761116181684178771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7761116181684178771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7761116181684178771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7748663475113902718</id><published>2007-04-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:52:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>Hello people, I'm here again. Hahaha. I realised something about my blog. It has been a very long time since I uploaded pictures in it. Well, I didn't take many pictures over the past few months. I'll try to scan for some interesting stuff and upload it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing some jogging and exercises as preparation to my 'jail' term. Someone once criticised me as 'the most pessimistic guy she had ever seen'. LoL. She's right to say that. I appeared to be very pessimistic as I tends to nag alot. Haha. After the nagging, I'm still back to my ownself. Haha. Actually, I neither hate nor excited about my participation in the ' Survivor, Pulau Tekong' series. Yes, neutral feeling for now. I guess normal people will be missing something from that longest 3 months in a Singapore man's life. Anyway, that's part of life.... Nagging again. LoLx. Nevertheless, I will try to enjoy as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7748663475113902718?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7748663475113902718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7748663475113902718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7748663475113902718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7748663475113902718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5428991656849869567</id><published>2007-04-28T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:05:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering where am I?</title><content type='html'>On Friday, went to Vivocity to meet up with Esther and Von. Nothing much though, had dinner at Pasta Mania and went to Ben and Jerry for some Ice Cream Delight. Got a call from KC and left the girls. My apology for that leaving you all at the last minutes. I don't usually do that but whenever friend needs me, I will try to prioritise. What a big change in me. Haha. So he kept pouring his problems to me. Yaya, relationship problem again. I don't usually console people as they might have heard similar consolation from others. I just give my views. If you find that the opposition isn't good enough for you, just leave him/her. 'Old man' once told me: After passing by a small flower, what's in front of your road is a big garden. Haha.... Sooooo, don't rush man, we're still young people dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got to know a little bit about what is SOKA about. Today, Cherie brought me and Ifah to the SOKA which is located at the Telok Blangah Rd. It was a very interesting exposure to such an organisation. Initially, I thought it is another religious organisation. So I got it wrong, the focus isn't just about religion itself but also an indepth understanding of life and buddhism. I just got to know a little so couldn't elaborate more about it. But it is interesting. Other than that, watched the skit acted by Nicholas (Cherie's Bro) and her elder bro, it was a good skit with wonderful casts. Nicholas was brilliant as he could remember the 'million' pages script of his role. Nice one, dude. Haha. Overall, I really enjoyed the trip and maybe I'll return there again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm going to NS real soon. Less than two months time. Must get prepared and get over with it. Neither like or hate it, I'm so neutral to it. Just hope that I'll enjoy as much as possible :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5428991656849869567?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5428991656849869567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5428991656849869567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5428991656849869567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5428991656849869567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/wondering-where-am-i.html' title='Wondering where am I?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5466614007042133668</id><published>2007-04-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:11:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>This week seems to be really draggy and long. For the past 1 month or so, I accomplished very little amount of things during work. Most of the time, I was trying really hard to find task to do and to keep my time occupied. Somehow, I think I am a surplus in Red Box Events. I think my boss take me in because I couldn't find a temporary job. Well, felt abit useless as I couldn't help much also. Haha. You guys might think that earning easy money without doing much things is a great deal. I thought so too, but i got demoralized by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here blogging again. Today is Amelia 'Beer Girl' Koh's birthday. Sooo... A big happy birthday to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, brain isn't working too well. Will update if I have something to say :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5466614007042133668?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5466614007042133668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5466614007042133668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5466614007042133668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5466614007042133668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-1168676806929752864</id><published>2007-04-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:31:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>As usual, I woke up pretty early in the morning. Was pretty lazy to take train to work so I decided to take a cab. It was another bad decision made for the month of April. I took a Mercedes Taxi and the speed of the vehicle is comparable to the speed of the cab fare meter. Besides the cab fare, there were additional charges such as ERP and Peak Hour Surcharge. To make the matter worse, the early morning traffic jam on the PIE really created a big hole in my pocket. Oh well, never mind about it, I made this decision and shouldn't regret about it. There goes my $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, on my way back home, I was pretty frustrated by an unknown guy who slept on my shoulder. Initially, he was sleeping while leaning against the grab pole. He almost fell a couple of times and it was pretty distracting. Soon, one passenger on my right alighted and I know this guy gonna sleep beside me. A few minutes later, he started to sleep on my shoulder. Haha. I don't mind if that was a sweet lady but too bad la. Soooo, I started to nudge him for a couple of times. He set to the busy mode so it seemed unworkable for such situation. I left my seat and he fell on my seat. Finally he woke up and used that watery pair of red eyes to look at me. I almost wanna give him a punch on his face as I was frustrated. I was as tired as him. Soon he fell asleep again. Then, a lady who stood behind me, was overjoyed to see that vacant seat. She thought she is the luckiest somebody who got a vacant seat. In the end, same thing happened to her and she kept nudging at him. It was pretty funny and I managed to hide my laughter. I complained to my friend as I couldn't sleep in the train. She went on to ask me this question 'Why are you always encountering such people in the train?'. The answer: 'God knows'. Maybe I spent around 2 1/2 hours a day in the train, that's why I met so many types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did blog hogging early in the morning and I saw another of my good friend voicing out his problem. It's about relationship problem again. It left me wondering what is so great about wanting to have a relationship. It seems to have more problems than happiness. For his situation, it's slightly more complicated than some other people. He likes someone from his close group of female friends. If things turned sour, friendship might not be as good as before. You know, that kind of weird situation whereby whenever there is gathering, the two of you will try to avoid one another. Maybe once or twice, the two will entertain each other with a few words to make the situation less tense. Typing and typing, it's getting more and more familiar. Haha. For me, it is a black and white situation. You will not be able to see the sun and moon together. Oh ya, forgot about solar esclipse where you can see them together. Earth, Sun and Moon? Sounds pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence extracted from a conversation with Fiona: If you want to forget someone easily, cut the link between the both of you. I agreed with her as constant updating of the opposition life might affect your mood or even give you a ray of hope in getting back to the relationship. Have to be firm in order to carry on with life. Me, myself, I didn't get what I wanted. Not that I'm trying to make life difficult for the others. I just want to get away with problems asap. Forcing your way will hurt both parties and/or make life difficult for yourself. Anyway, even if you get what you want, he/she might not be happy also. Luckily, my unhappiness is short term and i've gained long term happiness. Enough of all these, I'm going further and further. Haha. Anyway, I'm free from troubles and I'm awaiting for one soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-1168676806929752864?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1168676806929752864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=1168676806929752864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/1168676806929752864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/1168676806929752864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-7472555161168218577</id><published>2007-04-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:01:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Monday... Start of the new week... Woke up early in the morning and was wondering why weekends passed so fast and swiftly. I did nothing much during the weekends besides replenishing my energy which had been used up during the weekdays. Oh well, I did some jogging with liang yesterday and my body ached like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was like dreamwalking on my way to work. I arrived the MRT station and could barely open my eyes. So, I decided to wash my face in the toilet. While I was washing my face, I realised someone standing beside me. I lifted my head and saw someone with a straight shoulder length hair standing beside me. I got a big fat shock and it was the very first time in the morning that I opened my eyes big and wide. No, I didn't think he/she is a character from the true singapore ghost story. Two possibilities came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to the Female toilet.&lt;br /&gt;2. This person is a transvestite. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my right... Heng Heng... I saw urinals. I turned to my left... Suay Suay... the transvestite was still there. It was an very uneasy encounter as the whole toilet was pretty empty. I walked out of the toilet instantly and this whole event refreshed me effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've accidently went to the female toilet twice and I got spotted instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First incident occured during a 'marketing' trip with my parent. It happened a few years back. I couldn't withstand the drumming of my stomach so I rushed to the nearby toilet. I paid 10 cents and hurried to the door on the my right. I felt that the counter uncle stood up but I ignored him as I have urgent business to discuss. So, the business was successful and I was ready to end the meeting. Suddenly, before I opened the cubicle's door, I overheard this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Executive 1: WoW, today's veggie very cheap sia. Last time sell 3 for 1 dollar. Today sell 5 for 1 dollar. Li Bo Ke Buay Ar? (Hokkien: Did you go buy?)&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Manager 1: Bo Sui A La, Chu Lai Bo Ai Chark Cai Eh. Dan Chek Ai Ke Buay Quay Ba Liao. (Hokkien: The veggies are not fresh and nobody likes to eat veggie. Later I'm going to buy chicken meat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, those were the voices of AUNTIES........ I realised than I've entered the female toilet. I got struck in the cubicle and my parent were still waiting for me. On the other hand, the marketing people were happily discussing on the purchase of goods. My patience level dropped to seabed and I forced my way outta the toilet. Silence broke up the whole toilet and followed by the shock faces of the marketers...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-7472555161168218577?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7472555161168218577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=7472555161168218577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7472555161168218577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/7472555161168218577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-3334809204564558602</id><published>2007-04-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:39:59.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the train 1</title><content type='html'>I took train daily and have found out alot of interesting stuff during my journey. I'll list down what I have observed during the whole week as I thought it is pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1: 'Please give up your seat to elderly'. Everyone is very well aware of this sentence and you could easily spot the sign in any public transportation. The reason why we have to surrender the seat is mainly because elderly people are considered weaker as compared to young people. But what I saw was completely opposite. Once the train opened its door, I saw an elderly lady pushing and squeezing through the crowd in order to warm the bench of the MRT train. She was alot faster as compared to many young working adults who were on the race. I was pretty disgusted by this lady's action. Instead of pushing which may injure the others, I think she should not fight for the seat. I'm sure that there will be someone who is willing to give up his/her seat to her. *Not all elderly are rude, this was just another unusual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: Recently, I saw a new way of 'stealing' seat from somebody. I find it a very intelligent way and it can be pretty annoying. This couple was pushing the baby's stroller into the train. The train was crowded and there were no vacant seat at all. Sooo, they were forced to be stucked on the door area. With the bulky stroller, it made movement nearly impossible. So this clever mother, she carried her baby from the stroller and forced her way to the seat area. She was standing between me and another 'gentleman'. This 'gentleman' was a joker, he fell asleep like as if he's dead instantly. So I stood up and offered my seat. This clever mum said a quick 'thank you' to me and sat on the seat. At least she thanked me, it makes me feel slightly better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were simply too many tricks and stunts in the MRT. I got abit tired of typing them out. Shall continue another time. See ya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-3334809204564558602?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3334809204564558602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=3334809204564558602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3334809204564558602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/3334809204564558602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-took-train-daily-and-have-found-out.html' title='In the train 1'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-5573482238131311612</id><published>2007-04-16T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:20:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Have been searching on performances for the client's black tie events. Somehow, my brain started thinking about the past role plays ICA which I have involved during my polytechnic days. From Year 1 to Year 3, I enjoyed every single role play ICA. Why? Because I didn't have to memorise or study any thick lecture notes or text books. I just love to play around and obtained good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First roleplay ICA? Oh ya, vividly remember that it was during the Accounting of Asset lesson. I was pretty disgusted by the idea of role play as an ICA. Everyone had their own partner while I was left on the unwanted bench without anybody's attention. I joined the class officially during that semester. Bryant was the kind soul who took this unwanted fellow. Initially, I thought we will produce shit for this ICA as we had never work together before. He too, I thought he had the idea that I was a lousy partner at that time. In the end, we came out with the 'Ah Kow and Ah Siao' (if I'm not wrong) story. There were no discussion and rehearsal. I did the script and he editted half of it. He was 'Ah Siao' while I acted as 'Ah Kow'. Haha. It was quite surprising as we acted naturally but made a couple of silly errors. We laughed and crazed while we acted. Haha. In the end, we got the highest in class with praises from the tutor. What's more important is the appreciation and laughter of the audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second roleplay was the ICA for International Cross Culture Management module. I joined Ah Keong's group as we've became quite good friends after the eventful second semester of Year One. It was the most hilarious rehearsal among the roleplay ICAs. I had breathing difficulties after watching my teammate's rehearsing his role. He acted as a Vietnamese. The funny part was that he can't speak a word of Vietnamese language so he had to speak like an alien. Haha. The main script of that role were "Shi Shuai Shi Mi Mai Ti Kai Myueng" which no human on earth is able to understand that language. Bravo to him as he could control his laughter. Haha. I guess I have suffered internal bleeding from controlling my laughter. I acted as a devil boss and had a DIY (by Joy) horns on my head. I had alot of fun screaming and yelling at the Avril Lavigne. YES, the crowd laughed and enjoyed the whole performance. Heard that there were quite a number of people who voted me as the best actor or something. I was so pleased. Haha. Director Joy had little outstanding role for the whole event. Nevertheless, she deserved the credit for coming out with lame and funny story. And not forgeting the actors and actresses. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the third roleplay, it was held during the Human Resource Management Module. It was the craziest roleplay among the three. It was such a holy shit that I did my virgin make up on my face. My role was a gothic punkster. I wasn't the only one with the horrible role. Kai Cheng acted as a tom boy while Samuel became the sissy boy. Haha. Who came out with this brilliant idea? Yes, Director Joy again. She is a very intelligent director who make good use of her partners. She always get the normal human role while we always acted like abnormal creatures. Haha. No choice as I didn't contribute much during the brain storming. Haha. Well, my ugly gothic face did shocked many of my classmates as well as the tutor. Overall, I am very satisfied with the performance on that day. Again, we created laughter in our class and that was the main motive for the such performance. After the whole thing, I got into abit of limelight as there were some classmates who wanted to take pictures with me. That's the satisfaction that I got and I really cherish every moment in for all these fun and craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-5573482238131311612?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5573482238131311612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=5573482238131311612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5573482238131311612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/5573482238131311612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-been-searching-on-performances-for.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-2009380297715742725</id><published>2007-04-12T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:41:01.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back to blog a little about what happened during the short MIA period. Actually I have nothing much to tell you people here. Ever since I started working, life has been a routine and honestly speaking, I'm fairly not used to this kind of life. But I'll still try to enjoy the freedom while it last. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read a couple of my friend's blog and found out that they are still living in history. They simply couldn't get out of the troubled r/s problem. A big HAIZ to this kind of problem. The other party are happily living their life with smile and laughter while those who can't get out of the history will continue to suffer. Definitely it is not worth it. Maybe I'm someone who can't be bothered much with what happened in the past that's why I don't understand these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to any animal who is trying to use the past to affect my present life, there's a minimum chance of success. Save the trouble and get your own life right :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-2009380297715742725?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2009380297715742725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=2009380297715742725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2009380297715742725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/2009380297715742725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-im-back-to-blog-little-about.html' title='Back'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-400590956889817508</id><published>2007-03-23T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:11:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Final working day of the week.... Have been working in my IPP company for a week. Met new colleagues who are interns from Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Easy going people. Ever since they joined the company, I have been eating, eating and eating. Thanks Farhana for being the infuencial figure of my unusual eating habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been thinking where are most of my friends. Haha. Are they busy or something? It seems like only the same few bunch of friends had been calling me out. Friendssssssssssssss please do date me out often........ hahaha. I'm boreddddd................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-400590956889817508?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/400590956889817508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=400590956889817508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/400590956889817508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/400590956889817508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-941584569258981524</id><published>2007-03-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:33:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Roeder said: ``We do not fear anything, I do not see why there is anything to fear. I have always found fear to be a useless emotion. I can never understand why human beings suffer from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roeder is a somebody in the football scene but a nobody to someone who doesn't know what is football. I half agreed with what he said. Why FEAR? Most of us are living in fear.... Fear for lack of $$$, fear of losing, fear of failing and many millions of fear. If only human can find a way to eliminate fear, it will be cool as there will not be regret. On the other hand, without fear, there will be many silly things happened.&lt;br /&gt;For example, someone with no fear gambled his life time saving away, he lost and went commit sucide. Death is nothing to him cos he has no fear. Then you will see lotsa death news on the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... I still want to live with minimum fear. Fear for the right reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-941584569258981524?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/941584569258981524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=941584569258981524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/941584569258981524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/941584569258981524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/roeder-said-we-do-not-fear-anything-i.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-8302782593635844025</id><published>2007-03-15T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:52:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>A blink and it's gone. Time flies like nobody's business and it is running in a marathon speed. Here's the second week after my last examination. Still looking for a decent temporary job and had been spending time and money unnecessary. When you are wasting time, you will genarally feel that your time flies like superman. At the same time, I can't wait to get into NS. I want the time to fly faster in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the mood for blogging but have no idea what to blog too. Talking about my daily activities seems to be pointless. Maybe my future post will be more towards personal opinion or interesting stuff. Birthday coming and thinking of whether to celebrate or not. Maybe...... Have the heart but no power. Anyway, to me, it's just a normal day. Is birthday a celebration of getting old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-8302782593635844025?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8302782593635844025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=8302782593635844025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8302782593635844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/8302782593635844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-117327570921433840</id><published>2007-03-07T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:55:09.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So fast ....... Chinese New Year waved goodbye to me&lt;br /&gt;So fast ....... It's the end of my polytechnic journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Chinese New Year had been fantasic and enjoyable. Besides collecting pieces of ang pow, the friendship bond between some of my 'new' friends are getting better. Well, glad to spent those enjoyable precious time with Liang's and friends as well as my relatives. You guys made this period of time a WOW for me and really hope that there will be more opportunities to get along together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, bye bye to NYP. I don't hate you, you has been a great place since I first landed my shoe print. I met whole lotsa nice people during my journey. Three years was really fast. Time really fly as fast as aircraft. Perhap I'm getting old, that's why I thought so. Switching back my brain to history mode, I realised that I've learned nothing much in those three years but I've made many wonderful friends. Maybe I'm a passerby in your life but one thing for sure, I've enjoyed my polytechnic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I've entered the wrong course to  another course that I still don't feel right,  things turned out quite well with a wonderful class with extraordinary people. This particular class was so unique that many of us simply couldn't get used to it. It's really interesting that you got a class which don't look like a class. Not going into further details about the people in MK0404 as I'm afraid that I would say something deadly. Everyone in there has their own unique characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, not planning for any major decision in life as the Singapore Government has paved a wonderful journey which was planned way before my first cry. Maybe studying or working..... I don't know. Just want to relax and start dreaming for future. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-117327570921433840?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/117327570921433840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=117327570921433840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/117327570921433840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/117327570921433840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/many-thoughts.html' title='Many Thoughts'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116938296129537312</id><published>2007-01-21T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:37:29.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For Monday and Tuesday, I have no freaking idea on what had happened. I guess I did some projects and ICA revision. Other than that, Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, Wednesday was the SBM Day shit. Look below you for the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for Thursday, I skipped school and took a trip down to the CMPB. The aptitude test really killed my brain cells. Scary brain torturing test as there are simply too many mathematics questions. Haha. Pete saw Bryant there. What a coincidence. Went to Queensway shopping centre for lunch and Pete's work was postponed due to the heavy downpour. Spent quite a bit on arcade while waiting for the rain to stop. Other than that, we just kept walking around like lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday, went to school in the afternoon and it was the first time I saw Mr Phang. The way he teach is not good. Haha. Paul brought condoms to school and we were playing around with it. Haha. After school, went back home as we get ready for the night fishing. Went to Pasir Ris Fishing Pond with Joy, Joy's Di, Mike, John (Sam's Boss), Pete and Sam. We managed to catch only a seabass. Pretty disappointing. But the trip was fun as I laughed for hours. Sam's boss is really a funny guy. Hahaha. Went home at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday, woke up as early as 5pm. Hahahaha. I was so freaking tired. Got myself ready and headed to min's place. We went to her 21st birthday party. Hahaha. Her place was crowded with people and kids running and screaming around wildly. Ate the delicious buffet and went to play some winning eleven with Pete. After the game, sat beside sr and helped him abit with Mahjong. Haha. Ah Soon sent us home. Thanks him alot. And must thanks Mrs Soon too la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday, went to do some exercising which is soccer game. Haha. Met up with Liang, Bernard and Thomas as we challenged some Malay Guys. Now my body is very soft and ache everywhere. Hahahahaha. We chatted quite alot on our new year plan and many more. hahaha. Looking forward to all these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. See ya guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116938296129537312?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116938296129537312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116938296129537312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116938296129537312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116938296129537312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-of-week.html' title='Update of the week'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116904444414709865</id><published>2007-01-17T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:34:04.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SBM Day</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the SBM Day and I did attend that Award Presentation Ceremony. I expected alot of my classmates to attend as I saw them well equipped with formal wear. In the end, only Caitlyn and I attended the event. I have expected the low attendance rate as the whole ceremony was freaking long as it lasted for around 2 to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did have the thought of leaving the place as I was pretty reluctant to go but then I promised Joy that I will go. Guess what, stupid Ah Keong came to school and told me that she doesn't want to go in. Hahahaha. Nvm la, Joy, since you have the heart to queue up for 1 hour to purchase the Donut for me, I shall forgive you. Hahaha. As Fiona was all alone in there, I forced myself back inside auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't attend, I think you guys are so lucky. The audiences were so unwilling to applaude as I felt that most of them were not interested at all. Hahaha. It was hell funny. I find it really stupid to receive award in front of a really pathetic small group of audiences. What's more, it's really weird to receive a useless award on sucha big stage. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating in a few weeks time....... Old liao...... Old liao...... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116904444414709865?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116904444414709865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116904444414709865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116904444414709865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116904444414709865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/sbm-day.html' title='SBM Day'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116844132624317899</id><published>2007-01-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:02:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Wishes?</title><content type='html'>After entering the number 10th day of the brand new year, my cousin requested me to list down my new year wishes so I'll do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one wish..... it will be to have unlimited wish that will be granted in this year. hahaha. Is it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I will have to choose 10 wishes?&lt;br /&gt;1. finishing my poly life without worries&lt;br /&gt;2. have a safe and smooth NS journey&lt;br /&gt;3. Earn or Win MORE money&lt;br /&gt;4. sudden disappearance of that white spot&lt;br /&gt;5. make more friends&lt;br /&gt;6. change of attitude&lt;br /&gt;7. Healthy and Cheer life to all the people around me&lt;br /&gt;8. Less family problem&lt;br /&gt;9. solve all 2005 problems&lt;br /&gt;10. getting a gf? every year still the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. hope the 10 wishes made on the 10th day will come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116844132624317899?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116844132624317899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116844132624317899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116844132624317899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116844132624317899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-wishes.html' title='New Year Wishes?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116826864002528829</id><published>2007-01-08T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:04:00.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Post in 2007</title><content type='html'>This is my first post of 2007. Haha. Abit slow but it's better to be late than never update. Have been doing some project shits for the past few days. I tends to turn nasty when I do project. Haha. Apart of project complain, I have another complain. I realised that some of my friends are plain sucky. These wonderful friends of mine are those who only approach you when they are in need of your help or assistance. I think these people are sucha MOFO and they shouldn't be considered as friends. Look at how junk these people are. Anyway, I'll just treat them as shit. Useless rubbish and dirt. I'm sure that each people will surely have this kind of 'friends' in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116826864002528829?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116826864002528829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116826864002528829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116826864002528829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116826864002528829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-post-in-2007.html' title='1st Post in 2007'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116741479756190732</id><published>2006-12-29T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:28:22.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, posting some pictures taken during my Batam trip. It was the third time that I have visited this island. It seemed like there are lotsa changes in this place. Many new shopping malls, hypermarkets and many places are air conditioned. The traffic has improved too. What's more, the things are so cheap that it tempted me to spend all my remainings. Alright, pictures time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/117029/PICT3582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/347595/PICT3582.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is the picture taken before the trip. We took ferry there and it was late by 30 minutes. They named the ship as Ocean Raider and the Company is called Batam Fast. I wonder how they get such a fantasic names for a slow service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/763771/PICT3589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/624193/PICT3589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, we are highly enthusiatic about this trip. Can you see the EAGERNESS and EXCITEMENT from our faces? Hahaha. We Roar our way to Batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/259448/PICT3592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/969475/PICT3592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the interior design of the ship. On the television, there were this show which is super duper funny. We laughed damn loudly in the ship like two escaped mad cow. It's about a baby who was kidnapped or something. It's hilarious. Anyone knows the movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/378794/PICT3591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/382908/PICT3591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Bored while watching the movie. So you can see that we are engaging with our favourite pass time and hobby. This is the best way of communicating with cousin wai. Anyway, he lost Rupiah 10000 to me. Hahahaha. Looks big but in fact, it's just less than 2 dollars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/141698/PICT3590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/327300/PICT3590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look outside the ferry, we can see wonderful scenery. Hohoho. It was a rainy day but fortunately, not heavy thunder storm. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/31512/PICT3599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/311271/PICT3599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upon reaching the Batam Centre, I saw this building outside the window. It is a very new building which was not established a year ago. See, look at the difference between then and now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/503318/PICT3604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/252321/PICT3604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hired a cabby to our most frequent Formosa Hotel. There is no meter on their taxi. Everytime you hire a taxi, you have to bargain price with them. I don't understand their language so I'll let my cousin and aunty to handle it. What's more, we can squeeze as pack as a sardine in a cabby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/386968/PICT3605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/272085/PICT3605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite Arcade game in Batam. It cost only 40 cents per try. In Singapore, we will have to pay $1 for it. I just love to play arcade there. 10 cents per token. See the big difference. By the way, did you noticed the number? 6 and 6. I hit a jackpot there. Hoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/454982/PICT3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/947125/PICT3606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this was the price of the jackpot. I think it's 54 tickets. You can see alot of people eyeing for the tickets. Hahahaha. I got excited when I see tickets coming out from machine. Hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/965752/PICT3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/35561/PICT3609.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noticed the number again? 11 and 11. I hit JACKPOT again. It's a world class skill to hit jackpot twice using just $4. So I grabbed my cousins to take pictures with me. LoL. See their sour faces? Hahaha. They didn't managed to hit jackpot on that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/436057/PICT3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/371660/PICT3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, it's show off time again. Tickets running out again. Look at that idiot, he was so happy for me too. He took the hammer but too bad, he was not lucky boy. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/379680/PICT3611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/739777/PICT3611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the interior of the mall. Nothing special. Taken while we are leaving that place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/305191/PICT3617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/125518/PICT3617.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken while we are heading to the dunno what mall. I'm sucky in remembering names. We went to another shopping mall to had our dinner and at the same time, continued with our shopping spree and arcade fun. hahahaha. They had their famous Lotong Mee. As for me? Roti Loh. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/466175/PICT3633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/332038/PICT3633.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, this is a freskish story time. During midnight about 2 - 3 am Singapore time, all of my cousins went down to play pool and supper. As for me, I am a couch potato so I intended to stay in the hotel room. As I got a little tired, I went to brush my teeth. While brushing, I saw a figure (wearing brownise baju) walking passed the door. It is the place which is shown on the picture above. Don't wanna say more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/314903/PICT3630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/810023/PICT3630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early next morning, after we had our breakfast, we headed to the mall again. While walking towards the mall, I took out the camera and started snapping pictures. They thought that I am crazy. HAha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/158921/PICT3641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/193934/PICT3641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Street of Batam. Looks like the olden days of Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/942233/PICT3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/588002/PICT3644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't judge a book by its cover. This is a fantasic 'Bah Kut Teh' in Batam. As I have not tasted it before, I couldn't  give any comment. But from reliable sources (my aunty and cousins), they simply fall in love with this thing. I think copyright law should impose in Batam too. Micky Mouse? Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/288090/PICT3645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/507147/PICT3645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/96593/PICT3646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/425843/PICT3646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/754299/PICT3655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/324725/PICT3655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures taken off the streets of Batam. The environment is abit dirty and disorganised. A big BUT, you can find lotsa cheap and delicious delicacies in these stores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/342740/PICT3659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/145005/PICT3659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we headed to the Tua Pek Kong Temple. The temple space is very huge. You can see lotsa buddha figures and statues. And ya, there you goes. I caught a big fish. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/710629/PICT3661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/418160/PICT3661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meow Meow. I heard something coming from the rubbish bin. Someone threw the cat in the rubbish bin. Poor thing, I think that it will surely die there. The sentences that were mentioned was frictional. This kitten hopped into the bin in search for its meal. 'Clever' Kitten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/509722/PICT3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/427019/PICT3671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/322088/PICT3672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/233966/PICT3672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Started monkey around with camera again. This time round, we shipped to the next destination. Oh wait, I don't see any water in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/223842/PICT3681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/631575/PICT3681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enough of smily pictures. I think most of the pictures above are smily pics. So, a fresh new one, Kiam Pa Face. Next time I got to take more of such pictures. Alright, this is taken at another mall, Top 100. The Donuts are delicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/709625/PICT3687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/679885/PICT3687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/20790/PICT3692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/366804/PICT3692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for time to passed, my youngest cousin dragged me to the aquarium nearby. The first picture shows the dunno what fish. They are hell damn big. Believed to be dinosaur age. Second picture is taken with my favourite Arowana. Hahaha. So cool. Big and Nice and FANTASIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/386168/PICT3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/275930/PICT3702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home Sweet Home. Took the picture while travelling back to the ferry terminal. Night time of Batam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/511461/PICT3703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/63995/PICT3703.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting back. Batam Fast again? This time it was real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&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/34895038-116741479756190732?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116741479756190732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116741479756190732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116741479756190732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116741479756190732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/batam-2006.html' title='Batam 2006'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116680893858480056</id><published>2006-12-22T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:35:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RBE Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/123627/PICT3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/872251/PICT3398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/845887/pic020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/938510/pic020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/263362/pic018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/76223/pic018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/534150/pic014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/424088/pic014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/693577/pic011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/943950/pic011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/314870/pic010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/874768/pic010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 22 December 2006, is the company's Christmas Dinner. Proudly sponsored by our Dearest Bosses, Ms Annie Chan and Mr Daniel Phoon. Hohoho. We held it at the Plaze Market Cafe at the Swissotel Hotel. We ate hell lotsa food and I simply in LOVE with the DURIAN PUDDING. Daniel was so funny that he made us laughed our ass off. We were so happily taking pictures after the dinner. Poor Service Guy gt to help us take dozen of pictures. Thanks Him. So right now, I would like to take this oppotunity to thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Annie Chan - A IP Zone Green T Shirt (She bought my favourite GREEN)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Daniel Phoon - A IP Zone Long Sleeve Shirt plus a hp Pouch (Daniel always treats me damn well haha)&lt;br /&gt;Wei Xin - A 37 degree T shirt (VERY NICE)&lt;br /&gt;Wilson - A Pouch (Thanks Wil, I need that)&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth - A Voodoo Keychain (Don't worry much, it's the thought that counts.)&lt;br /&gt;Leonard - Ferrero Rocher (Last Minute Right? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I got such a fantasic bunch of people working with me. Special thanks to Annie and Daniel for taking good care of me. Annie made SALAD for me and Daniel DROVE me home. I gt the FAMILY feeling sia. WAhahahaha. Crapping. I will be visiting them as often as I could. As for my dearest Wei Xin, Leonard, Kenneth and Wilson, thanks for tolerating my nonsense and hope we will have the opportunities to work again. Good Luck guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116680893858480056?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116680893858480056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116680893858480056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116680893858480056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116680893858480056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/rbe-dinner.html' title='RBE Dinner'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116680719085828891</id><published>2006-12-22T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:16:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/527215/CIMG0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/609628/CIMG0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/824667/CIMG0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/851217/CIMG0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/615524/CIMG0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/820344/CIMG0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/608042/CIMG0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/873153/CIMG0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/334120/CIMG0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/822793/CIMG0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/641747/CIMG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/846221/CIMG0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/538389/CIMG0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/262310/CIMG0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/228336/CIMG0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/465273/CIMG0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/259120/CIMG0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/538948/CIMG0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/198979/CIMG0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/663577/CIMG0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/417975/CIMG0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/517233/CIMG0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/1600/882038/CIMG0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7376/3872/320/959417/CIMG0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, the above pictures are taken on the 21 December 2006. As you can see, most pictures are taken when I put on the mask. This means that I am more popular and attractive in mask. Hahaha. Woke up very early to prepare for the bbq items. Shopped around Tampines with Yvonne and Esther before the rest came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In Chalet, played a few mahjong games. Then started preparing an early bbq while they rest were being served like queens and kings. Kidding la. They were doing the bbq-ing too. After the bbq, we played the Jacky Wu's Hai Ni Zhai Xing Kuo Nan Kai. The punishment were sadistic. I drank peanut butter plus water and got water bombed. After that, we  went to have a few role play acting scenes using Esther's camera. They love my role as sissy. Damn. I hate that role tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went home on the next day and started preparing for Red Box Company's Dinner @ Plaza Cafe. Hehe. Fun Day after all. And ya, not to forget. Thanks RACHEL for the Jean Perry Towel and ESTHER for the UNWANTED FACE MASK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116680719085828891?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116680719085828891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116680719085828891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116680719085828891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116680719085828891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/class-chalet-2006.html' title='Class Chalet 2006'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116635371500573479</id><published>2006-12-17T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:08:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>It's holiday time. Even though it's two weeks, I'll still have to rush my project within the period of time. So..... I'll give 1 week of myself to relax.  Looking forward to the Chalet and Company's Christmas Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, had an event at the Singapore Zoo. Mixed feeling after the whole event. Fun, Enjoyable, Frustrating, Irritated, Tired etc ..... Dealing with those demanding aliens was kinda tiring and the worse thing was that they don't appreciate with the things that event organisers have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that there are more events coming......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116635371500573479?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116635371500573479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116635371500573479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116635371500573479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116635371500573479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116489741147101663</id><published>2006-11-30T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:36:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARIES MAN   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He always let other people walk in front of him, but he will get there first. He is a very careful guy and small obstacles won't make him fall easily even he thinks life is a very serious matter. He is as romantic as any other Zodiac. He could look gentle, but inside he is as strong as steel. Once he determine to do something, he is serious about doing it well. He will keep any pressure or insult deep down inside without showing emotion. You will never see his emotion of burden or disappointment and always wonder what he thinks or feels. He will well kept his feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You will never see a guy in this Zodiac involving in other people business. He always concern with his own business. Sometimes he can be talkative, but he will never give anyone advice if he has not been asked. If you ask for advice, he will certainly give you one. He respects elderly and senior, so you will see he is the type who visit his parents steadily or often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is a slightly shy but also a stubborn person. He will find many ways to make you happy when you are with him, till you realize he is the important person for you. Once he is in the "Power Position", he will use his power gently. He is a good leader and "Gentleness" is one of his effective method for exploiting his power. It is although he is borne to be a leader. He never hide his ambition, and he is a workaholic. he will not take any position that he has no control. He will work very hard to reach his goal and satisfaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Compliment from his boss or superior are never enough for him, he want his deserved reward. His deep insecurity make him reach and collecting valuable things, and this you may think he is stingy. Actually he could easily spending money to buy things, traveling or pay for things that makes him happy and he think necessary for his need. He care what other people think of him and want to get good comments or compliments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outside he looks like stone and steel, but inside he is a fragile person. He will hide and cover up weak emotion and his sadness in order to maintain and keep up his "Image". One method of cover up you could easily notice is suddenly if he is quiet, cold, or act very strong or very secure. Often, he feels insecure, even he is serious about his life and his own surrounding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the man who never hurry to get marry, so hardly sit back and regret about his marriage later. If he gets marry, he need to be very certain and very sure. It will take a long time for such decision, so if you tell him that you are "breaking up" , you better forget him for good because he will never coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He always keep his promise. If he said he will meet you in your place in 2 hours then he will be there, unless there is a serious accident or unavoidable things happen. He hate people who is late for date or any appointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He like to think woman should be a follower and take care of family and working is a man duty. He does not like to compete with his girl friend or his wife at work because competition already exist with himself and other people. He will be very proud if he can afford and care for his family. Do not try to over power him or insult him, he can not stand it. He likes to be in control of every things, every situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He like a "Classy Woman" ,if she also comes from a good family then it is a Plus. It will make him feel proud and very ego about her status. Flashy type of woman , forget it. He like a perfect or a nearly perfect housewife. He tend to be possessive. He will not tell you if he is mad at you, but will act very moody to show you instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He like to hear sweet word and compliment so you can get his interest that way. If he approaches you to ask you out, do not act too stubborn or fooling around too much. He will get tired and just disappear. He has to feel confident when he is around you, so knowing this fact you should know what to do, right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you want him, you have to make him feel like he is the most important person for you. He likes a kind hearted woman , polite and can get along with his family. When he feels sad, do not leave him alone, but be very supportive. Kind words and your smile will win him over, so this strong man will be like a chicken in your palm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116489741147101663?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116489741147101663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116489741147101663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116489741147101663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116489741147101663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/accurate.html' title='Accurate'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116455159476440135</id><published>2006-11-26T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:35:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This week is so damn fucking rotten. I have never been so unlucky before. On this 'wonderful' week, I've lost my mahjong game, unity of the family members and last but not least, my precious wallet. My wallet was picked up by a motherfucker and he/she has yet to returned to me. I don't think it will be returned. Whoever he/she is, your greediness and black heartedness will be cursed. Wahaha. No point saying all these shits. I'm just venting my frustration out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And ya, friends who came to play mahjong game with me on a fine weekday had witness the chaotic situation in my home. This place is so noisy and messy that makes me don't feel like staying home. I wonder when will my two siblings grow up. Haiz, talking about them boils my blood too. Forget about it. You guys are doing damn well to brought the shame and ugly sight of our 'harmonious' family to my friends. A big round of applaude to you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now what I'm hoping is that my life gets occupy fully. I don't need much rest and hope that I can be as busy as possible. Haha. Free time will make me think of unnecessary stuff and I hate it totally. Plus the noise pollution at home, I going crazy soon. Don't sympatize me, not everyday will be smooth flowing and good. It wouldn't kill me but I'm going to kill them. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116455159476440135?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116455159476440135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116455159476440135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116455159476440135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116455159476440135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/rotten.html' title='rotten'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116402029493136912</id><published>2006-11-20T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:59:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't been updating this blog for quite sometime. Where should I start then??? Oh well, I have left the second cosy home, the Red Box Events for about two weeks. I have graduated from my IPP. To summed up everything, it was definitely a very good experience and exposure during my stint at RBE. The people there are damn nice and cool to me. I just love to be there. Luckily, I still have a part time job as a telephone operator there. Hehe. My boss gave me a very good testimonial and she asked me to join them whenever there is a event. That's so good. I have more money to earn liao. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the first week of school has passed. Went back to school almost daily and I'm still not getting used to the studying environment. The class is still as dispersed as ever. It's kind of disappointing to see 20 over students who had spent 2 1/2 years together and yet still as stranger as ever. Well, it's just so unique. Hate it or love it, I still have to be with them for the last semester. Maybe there will be like a class gathering at the end of the year or something. That will at least be a consolation. I doubt it will happened. I'll continue to dragged myself to school and hope that there will be better days ahead. Soooo, I need your cooperation Nair, please give me a break. Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116402029493136912?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116402029493136912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116402029493136912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116402029493136912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116402029493136912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116334761424575703</id><published>2006-11-12T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:06:54.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvey Norman 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116334761424575703?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116334761424575703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116334761424575703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116334761424575703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116334761424575703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/harvey-norman-2006.html' title='Harvey Norman 2006'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116325506083112082</id><published>2006-11-11T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:28:47.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/PICT3299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/PICT3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116325506083112082?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116325506083112082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116325506083112082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116325506083112082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116325506083112082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/nicks-event.html' title='Nick&apos;s Event'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116273957491155948</id><published>2006-11-05T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T07:16:20.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I won quite abit on Mahjong. Usually, I'll be very happy when I win. But today, it's so weird, I wasn't that happy afterall. Overall I've won, but I have lost more number of games than I've won. I think I'm becoming a crap, hahaha, I'll never get satisfy with life easier. I'll need to be more hard hearted in order to achieve what I want. When I got my 6 tai for today's mahjong, I'm feeling more towards guilty than joy. From now on, I promise myself that it will be the opposite. Hahahahaha. So be careful, mahjong kakis. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next week, school will be re-open. I'm not looking forward to it. School is crap. Wasting the bloody time slacking and doing shit. You don't have to listen to pass your exams. Exam is a memory game. If you are good at it, you'll be the winner. The only drive for me to travel all the way from Woodlands to Yio Chu Kang is my friends. It's more like socialising than studying. Lecture makes me yawn and tutorial makes me fall asleep. I hope this semester faster end so that I can get outta of that rotten place. I don't hate school but the activities are so boring. Haha. Don't think I'm so black hearted la, of course there are good memories in there but I got tired of sucha life. Never will I wish to study after poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116273957491155948?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116273957491155948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116273957491155948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116273957491155948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116273957491155948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/hidden-smile.html' title='Hidden Smile'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116245784047388277</id><published>2006-11-02T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:57:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be like this?</title><content type='html'>Somewhat or somehow, I realised that something is missing. Haha. Is it worth a laugh? Maybe. Finally I have got the courage to face the downfall. We'll see what happen next. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116245784047388277?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116245784047388277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116245784047388277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116245784047388277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116245784047388277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/gonna-be-like-this.html' title='Gonna be like this?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116227028919865132</id><published>2006-10-30T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:54:15.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOoK LoOk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First of all, I have to wish all of my friends a very Happy Halloween Day and also to my Boss, Mr Bernard, a Happy 20th Birthday to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, nothing much to do, so I'll blog some rubbish again ok. So I'll start of with this sentence, "Hey, What's wrong with this world, Mama?". Yeah, what is wrong with this world? Haha. Why do I say that? Sometime, you happened to think that why is this world so fuck up. It's so unfair and you have got no choice but to accept your fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think and think, you will get to know what I'm saying. From what I have observed, I can name a few cases which I have seen. Looks and package are simply two of the most important factors in our life. It's so unfair that when you got sucha good looking features but a charcoal black heart, you will still gain popularity among the people around you. If you have got a rather less appealing looks but you have got a angel heart, nobody even give a big damn about your bloody life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just so sad to discover that I am diagnose this kind of unaccepted sickness. I gave attitude to those with a rather unappealing facial feature. He/She doesn't have to be ugly to make me dislike them. You know it, it's the kind of face that make your irritated whenever you see him or her. He/She need not do anything to offend you. Just by showing his/her face, it makes you so pissed off. I guess most people have this kind of sickness but I'm reaching the latter stage of it which is almost unrepairable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cure me please? Anyone. Please folks, I'm not suffering from depression or anything. I'm guilty with what I've done. I couldn't change and it goes on and on. This blog is a outlet for me to vent my emotion. I hate to share things verbally with anyone because advices given are almost the same. "Relax, it's take time to cure.", "Chill bro, you are not any different from the others." or "Hey, hope you will be okay, God bless me." I missed out quite alot as it takes me months to type up the rest. So friends around me, if I happened to commit this crime, please caution me. Thanks for the cooperation. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116227028919865132?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116227028919865132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116227028919865132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116227028919865132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116227028919865132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-look.html' title='LOoK LoOk'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116200792826956865</id><published>2006-10-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:17:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pictures taken on the CCAS Black Tie Event&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front: My Boss Annie, Terence, Kenneth. Back: Jr and WeiXin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00040.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Errr..... All Black. Kinda depressing right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the sense of satisfaction after the whole event. Hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yesterday was the CCAS Black Tie Event. And ya, I'm so glad that I was given the opportunity to take a look at how a big and formal event looks like. It's such a eye opener as I saw many guest wearing suit, Tuxedo, gown and whatever you called. It was just so formal that made me kind of uncomfortable. Haha. I was a small stage assistant and spent most of the time at the backstage. My tasks are relatively easy and I coped it well. Haha. Gimme a round of applaude. LoLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I guess I'm still drunk. LoLs. Guess what? After the whole event, dessert were serve to us and I had two plates of it. It's a cake coated with chocolate with some kind of berry jam in it. Yummy. And not forgetting, White and Red Wine were served to us too. There were a female waiter, she handled me the bottle of wine and asked me 'Are you from NYP?'. Haha. Yes, I am. Didn't know that somebody even noticed the existance of a nobody in NYP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was so happy that I drank almost 3/4 of the bottle of white wine and a glass of red wine. I think that red wine is utterly awful. Hahas. I don't like the taste at all. (I admit that I was abit drunk then cos I drank them in just 1 hour time) BUT, I wouldn't let myself drunk b'cos the feeling SUXs. Haha. Hired a cab and get back home at 12.30 am. Boss pay for the cab. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Feeling rather unwell now. Haha. Slept for only around 3 hours. Woke up as early as 5 am because of my bloody brother alarm clock. I don't even know what the god damn thing he is doing. He slept soundly and let the clock ring like nobody's business. Damn. By the way, I can still feel the wine in my stomach now. Haha. Anyway to get them out of my stomach? I think I going to force shit in my mouth so that I can puke. Haha. Stop typing now, I think I'm typing more and more rubbish. Chaoz////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116200792826956865?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116200792826956865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116200792826956865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116200792826956865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116200792826956865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/event.html' title='Event'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116158907381384423</id><published>2006-10-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:25:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm kind of free in the office right now. So I'll just blog something interesting today. Ya, the topic will be waiting. Yes, Waiting can be boring, draggy and frustrating. A big BUT, it can be interesting and sweet too. Let me give you a little example of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Situation 1: You are waiting for the bus at the bus stop and met the girl you like. God bless you that there is a empty seat beside her. So you are sitting beside her now. You have never get so close with her before. The conversation is never ending and you just hope that the bus will never arrived. Can you sense the sweetness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2: You are waiting for the bus at the bus stop and met the girl you dislike. Holy Crap that there is a empty seat beside her. She saw you and insist you to chat with her. So you are sitting beside her now. You have never wanted to get so close with her. The conversation is never ending but you just hope that the bus arrive instantly. Can you sense the bitterness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright, enough of crapping. I came across an article which talks about waiting. Oh well, I find it rather interesting as human being do not take note of small little thing like that. We, not only human being, spent most of our precious time waiting. Really? I'll give you more examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waiting for the traffic light to turn green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waiting for the meal to be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waiting for the ever so slow computer to complete the downloading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Queue for lottery, McDonalds and many many more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;These are a few examples. You don't have to crack your brain to get a bit more examples. Look around and you can see the real life examples. Waiting is part of our life and we don't even realise that we have wasted more time than anything. If only that we can take note of it and transform the dull waiting time to be rather interesting. It will definitely fill some colours into our life. It's really up to individual to spice up your life. Look at the positive side of everything. Even the ugliest object or living thing will have a beautiful side. (That's for ya, my friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting can be painful and it can also kill your opportunity. Just like you are waiting for the right time to take action. Once you missed it, you're gone. It's just so cruel. Not only that, when you hit it at the wrong time, you're gone too. It's just so confusing as to whether to do it or not. There's no point taking up time management courses as I guess this is purely base on fate. It can get so frustrating that you can lose half of yourself. So... when it's time to let go, just let go. Why? Don't waste your time for something that is near impossible for you. Life can be so cruel... Soo Cruel.... Haha. (That's for you, my another friend)&lt;/span&gt;&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/34895038-116158907381384423?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116158907381384423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116158907381384423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116158907381384423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116158907381384423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116158005486479966</id><published>2006-10-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:30:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/Scan10038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/Scan10038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post of the Day: Just this picture alone. Picture speaks a thousand words. Haha. I'll let the picture do the talking. Btw, this is the picture taken at the chalet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116158005486479966?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116158005486479966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116158005486479966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116158005486479966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116158005486479966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116139904913598665</id><published>2006-10-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:50:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Time for some quick updates. Yeah, as you can see from the title above, I went to a BBQ session with my relatives at the downtown east chalet. It's good to have some of these program to enhance our hectic attachment life. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Met Cousin Sarah @ the Bugis MRT and we travelled all the way there immediately after work. Alighted at Tampines to catch a few bites. Right at the Chalet, there were nothing much to do. Oh well, finally I get to see my baby cousin Issac (wonder if I spelled correctly). He is so cute and adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Took a couple of pictures using MooMoo's Polaroid camera. When the pictures are ready, I'll upload it to the blog. Then we headed to the arcade to play a few round of games. Hahas. I thought that girls are bad in playing games but in fact, they can be much better than most guys. Haha. This stereotyping should be eliminated off my personal dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Continue to take some pictures around the chalet. Then something embarrassing happened. As I was so 'gan jiong' to get my best position to pose, I had a huge knock on my shin area. Damn, I can see a huge bun now. Haha. After that, we went back to the BBQ area and we had a few chats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;They seemed to enjoy my daily encounter in the MRT. As I told most of my friends, I often meet weirdos in the MRT train. It can be a form of daily entertainment now. Haha. Glad that they were laughing their ass off. It just make my day when I see people laughing cheerfully and happily. Alright, time to get back to serious business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116139904913598665?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116139904913598665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116139904913598665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116139904913598665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116139904913598665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116092379225270906</id><published>2006-10-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:28:11.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Good Weekends, Fun Weekends, Enjoyable Weekends and Fabulous Weekends. Are there any better words to use to sum up my weekends? This particular weekends is fun and relaxing. It is well spent and I had been enjoying myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fine Saturday afternoon, I met Esther at the Woodlands MRT station. We headed to my workplace to meet up with Kelvin and at the same time, we went to get the polariod camera from my colleague. Thanks to MooMoo. Haha. She sponsored me with 10 pieces of polariod film. Haha. After getting the camera at Outram, we went to get Yvonne Goh to join our group. Haha. That poor girl have to work during the weekends. Lolx. Oh ya, Kelvin was outstanding among our group as he was unusually tidy for that day. Sooo, we headed down to Orchard to enjoy our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Han's. So I ordered the Mee Rebus look-alike vegetarian spagetti. Lolx. Sounds so chiminology right? It is quite tasty and I wonder if there is any meat content in it. After the dinner, we walked around orchard area and headed down to the Somerset MRT. Sooo.... The next stop: Clarke Quay. We planned to go the Mind Cafe but  none of us  know how to get there. We made lotsa phone calls to trace the location. Haha. And guess what, it is located at the Boat Quay. So we took a cabby from Clarke Quay to the Boat Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind Cafe is a nice place to chill. It is a place where you can enjoy a wide range of board games in a cosy environment with yummy titbits and drinks. We played quite a number of games. I can't remember the title but some of them are really retarded and boring. The staff recommended some boring games to us and we were like 'Where is the interesting part of the game?'. Haha. While playing the games, we take the opportunity to snap a few pictures. I'll upload it once it is ready. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, just now I had a mahjong game with Esther, Bryant and Luke. LoLx. Bryant is the winner and the rest lost. Esther and Luke are really poor things as they lost the most. Me too, I am part of the loser team also. Never mind, I will comeback from the defeat. Haha. I'm strong ok. HAHAHAHA. Just you see, Bryant. I will take back my lesson fee for today. Wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116092379225270906?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116092379225270906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116092379225270906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116092379225270906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116092379225270906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116076626361137892</id><published>2006-10-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:27:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy+Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As requested by my dear friend Ah Joy, I have taken lotsa pictures to post in my blog. I'll use these pictures to show you around my work place. Haha, don't be envious ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every weekday, I will be entering to my cosy workplace. This is the door of my internship days. Haha. The first day I walked in, it isn't look like this. It's messier and untidy. Now it looks so neat and organise. And ya, my computer is the one with a pussy on top. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00145.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00145.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00146.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00146.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without failed, I will visit this place every morning. It has been a great friend since the start of my internship. Most of the time, I didn't get to sit on it as I rarely got output. Haha. Oh ya, a new water heater was installed in the male toilet. Cool right? Haha. No difference from our home toilet. Haha, finally I also got my chance of sitting on top of my friend. Haha. Sounds XxX right? LoLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, I will climb up the stair and get to my workstation. I will start doing my things there. Well, that poor fellow in red, he is my colleague Kenneth. Everyday, he is the first face that I will see after entering the door. Will I be sick of seeing his face daily? Haha. I try not to think about it. Haha. Anyway, he's a good person who takes friendship as gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two hours after the start of work, it will be the lunch time. Usually, we will travel all the way to the Tanjong Pagar Amoy Center to enjoy our meal. If we don't feel like going out to eat, we can enjoy our fabulous meal at this area. Candle Lit Meal somemore ok. The setting is quite relaxing and nice right? Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00144.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00144.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00143.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00143.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who prefers to cook, there is a kitchen corner for you to prepare the fabulous 'office cook' meal. There are lotsa equipment in there e.g. rice cooker, stove, oven and many more. As for the top picture, you can see the refrigerator and the sink. You can store the fish, vegetable and lotsa food in there. I feel so much like home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, I will need a rest before I start working. Sooo, I will start lazing at the sofa which is just beside my workstation. Imagine a cup of coffee, a cosy sofa and a super cool air-con directly opposite you. It is sooo relaxing. Haha. I guess the reader here wanna give me a few punches soon. I sound so 'action'. Haha. This is also the place where I can get my ideas for the event planning. It just give me the mood to think and think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00149.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00149.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00139.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00139.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll crawl down to DP production to find MooMoo. She's such a poor thing to work alone in this pathetic area. We always crap shit outta our mouth. And ya, I always cheat sweet from her. This is my bad habit. I don't buy sweet but always get from others. Why? Cos if I buy, I will finish everything in 3 hours. It's not excuse, it's true. I don't wanna get diabetes that early. Haha. And ya, that lappy is her friend. She got a cool lappy while the guys got a old computer each. That's the difference between production and events management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00148.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00148.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the newly created studio for voice recording. We had to tolerate the dust, glue sniffing and noise pollution over the past few days. But this studio is damn cool as there is a air con for this small room. It is sound proof and I feel so much like a DJ inside this room. Haha. I just love to play around with the new stuffs that are installed in the office. Ya, that's me in the studio. Do I look cool in that picture? Hahahaha. Shhhh, I know I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/DSC00147.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/DSC00147.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, this is the picture of the DP production room. There are lotsa equipments in there. So So Sooooo damn it cool man. That's the place where I wave goodbye to my 1/2 boss. Haha. He is a friendly fellow. Too bad he wasn't in the room. Lolx. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Note: There is another room which is my supervisor cum boss's room. I didn't take the picture of her room as I'm afraid that I will not survive if she see it off my blog. Haha. She is a good boss but then, I still abit scare her as she controls my future. Results..... I must chiong for good result. Hahahaha.&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/34895038-116076626361137892?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116076626361137892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116076626361137892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116076626361137892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116076626361137892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/enjoywork.html' title='Enjoy+Work'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116066887711477322</id><published>2006-10-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:14:21.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alright, today was kind of despo to snap pictures around my office so I borrowed MooMoo's handphone and snapped pictures like an insane idiot. School timetable is out and ya, that means that I'm going to leave this temporary 2nd home and shift back to my 2nd home soon. Here are some of the pictures that I have taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/36240848752485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/36240848752485l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Picture 1: This is the picture of my workstation. Haha. And this is the place where I work, sleep, eat, dream, play and many other things. Haha. Oh yes, I decorated my work station too. Even thought it's a kind of plain but I still like my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/36240828442414l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/36240828442414l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Picture 2: Well, my boss once or maybe twice told us that we 'zhuo bo'(Do nothing) in the office. Although I'm not so deeply affected by the comment that is made by her (unlike my colleague who suffered from depression lolx), but I still have to proof that I'm not useless. So I produced this piece of artistic work. Mind you, it's so original that no one can copy, cosss it's my palm. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/36240888448825l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/36240888448825l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Picture 3: This is the picture of the 3 pathetic interns that can be found in Red Box Events. Oppss, sorry, MooMoo is from DP production. Guess who got the most 'qian bian' face? He is none other than that guy in the center. Wahahaha. Even my boss also think he got that kind of face. As for MooMoo, she's a emotional freak. Haha. She got a amazing skill which is to cry at anytime. Time to get milk powder for her. She loves to say herself ugly which I don't understand why also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/36240995815461l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/36240995815461l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Picture 4: As you can see, sometimes we are really 'zhuo bo' in the office. Haha, as requested by Wei Xin, she wanted me to pose on her trademark &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;irritating pose&lt;/span&gt;. I nearly fracture my wrist to do this challenging stunt. haha. I KNOW IT'S A IRRITATING PICTURE BUT somehow, I LIKE IT. HAHAHA. I found out that covering part of my face can make me looks good. I guess the manufacturer of Junrong failed her design module during her studies. Haha. I can't deny that I got a bad combination of facial organs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/34895038-116066887711477322?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116066887711477322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116066887711477322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116066887711477322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116066887711477322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-home.html' title='2nd home'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116057843806450338</id><published>2006-10-11T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:53:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah, it's blogging time again. Working in Red Box Events seems to be getting better and better. I think I have started to develop interest in doing event stuffs. Cheers. Had quite a number of meetings with my boss and my colleague (that dumbass). Most of the time, we will drift to other non-event related topics. :) It is really funny and enjoyable to chat with them. The victim will always be Kenneth as he has different frequency as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A few days ago, we have chatted a relatively interesting topic. The topic is about a man carrying a lady's handbag. I bet most of us had seen or even experience such a situation. My boss think that if a lady wants a man to carry her handbag for her, it is a kind of embarrasement to the man. Just imagine a man carrying a lady's handbag. Haha. It might seems to be very normal but come on, man should act like a man. When a grown up man carrying a lady's handbag, haha, should I call him a 'gentleman' or a 'gentle man'. It looks so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why ladies will request the male partner to carry bag for her? The most basic answer would be that she is tired. Haha. Then my boss told us that if the lady give such a excuse, the guy will have to reply by asking "If you are tired, why do you still want to come out?". It may sounds abit ungentleman but please, get the fact right into the head. If you want the guy to respect you, you must also respect him. Just imagine: When your boyfriend carrying a girly handbag for you, the passerby will think that he is a sissy or pussyboy. You will never know what others are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Another topic will be the "Gentleman". This word always comes out from the mouth of young teenage girls. How do you rate a gentleman? For example, when you open the door for the lady or pull the chair for a lady in a kopitiam, these acts are called gentleman style. That was only 2 of the occasions that I had encountered. At that time, I failed to do all these things. Guess what? I was labeled as "Ungentleman". If a girl asked you "why never open the car door for me? So ungentleman." Then the guy should asked "Did your dad open the door for your mum?" It's so damn true. As for example 2, it's kind of funny as it was at a kopitiam and not a high class restuarant, it's kind of weird to have such a behaviour in a ermmm 'kopitiam'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Extracted from my boss conversation, she heard from a speaker that in asian context, a person's behaviours are based on the lifestyle of their parents. Who do we learn from when we were young? Obviously, it's from our parents. For example, a Ang Moh kid's parents always kiss kiss gd night and so when the Ang Moh kid become a Ang Moh man, he will also kiss kiss gd night to his gf or wife. If he don't do that, he will think that something is missing. The whole thing I wanted to point out is that before you say someone ungentleman or something, please think twice as some of the behaviours are not part of our culture, be it family culture or country/regional culture. Btw, I'm not targeting at anyone. Hehe. Just share some interesting things that I had learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116057843806450338?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116057843806450338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116057843806450338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116057843806450338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116057843806450338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-or-not.html' title='Do or not?'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116032314021961901</id><published>2006-10-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:18:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me and Dupree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/210789.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/210789.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, this is the movie of my week. You, Me and Dupress is a comedy that you're not gonna missed. The storyline is good and personally, I like Owen Wilson's movie. This movie isn't so much that will laugh your ass for. Yes, there is funny elements in there but it's not exaggerating. Kind of a relaxing movie that is truly suitable for couples. And yeah, there are quite a number of Owen Wilson's nude scenes. So, for girls who are interested in these ermmmm, please go watch it. And ya, remember your tissue or hanky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to catch a movie with Cousin Sarah. I guess she really enjoyed watching the movie as I heard her freaking laughter throughout the movie. That was the first time I've watch a movie with her. After the movie, we went to our grandma's place. We had our dinner at the nearby coffee shop. The char kueh there is simply a delicacy to us. It is the food that we wounldn't missed when we were there. Hahas. After the dinner, went up to grandma's place and watched television show. Though there is nothing really special, it has been a relaxing day for me.&lt;/span&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/34895038-116032314021961901?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116032314021961901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116032314021961901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116032314021961901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116032314021961901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-me-and-dupree.html' title='You, Me and Dupree'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116029162079586243</id><published>2006-10-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:18:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday, went out with Liang, Bernard, Kai Chuan and the couple to 3 different places. It has been a long time since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;First stop: Ang Mo Kio. As Liang wanted to buy a PSP, we went to scan around the Ang Mo Kio area. The haze and the humid weather had totally killed my mood of shopping around the non-air-conditional areas. Bernard suggested to play some games at arcade so we left the rest to the Snookerium. Played a couple of Virtue Striker games with Bernard and all I can say is that I'm not good at it. Haha. Gonna brush up my gaming skill. Left the place after Liang and KC finished the hunting of PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Second Stop: Orchard. As the couple were shopping at the Orchard area, we went down to meet up with them. Orchard Orchard Orchard, this place simply makes me yawn. When there is a get along with friends, we always go Orchard. I got quite sick with that place. I think that there is nothing much to do at Orchard. We walked around like homeless souls, aimlessly loitering around the different buildings. As Kai Chuan wanted to meet up with his friends at the Vivo City, we decided to head down to the Harbour Front. Anyway, I guess it would be better than Orchard area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Third Stops: Vivo City. I heard that yesterday was the opening day of Vivo City, the largest shopping mall in Singapore. That place is big. As it was the first day, there were many shoppers but limited stores were opened. We planned to catch a movie at the GV cinema but guess what, that place was crowded with billions of human. Most of the movies were selling fast so we killed the plan and started hunting for food. Went to the old shopping mall as Vivo City was packed with human. At the old mall, everywhere you see is human human and human. Hahas. When there is a food store, you will see a long 'human dragon' (queue). We were starving and tired so the rest decided to head to the Prata Store at Old Thomson Rd while I left them as I felt tired. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quite a fun day but ended up with some unhappiness. Shall not talk about it as it's over. Anyway, it's just another unhappy evening. Haha. Cheers, shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116029162079586243?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116029162079586243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116029162079586243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116029162079586243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116029162079586243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivo-city.html' title='Vivo City'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-116006681157727360</id><published>2006-10-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:03:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today, kind of enjoyable. Enjoyable doesn't mean happy ok. It's relaxing today. Haha. Went to Clark Quey for my virgin event management experience. In the morning, went to the office to pack all the stuffs to bring it to Clark Quey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First station, the Novotel Hotel. There was an event that is held by the Hyperion group. I have been doing registration things with Ms Annie and my colleague for the whole afternoon. It's boring as there were nothing to eat and the drinks was just coffee and tea. Left the place at around 4.30pm and headed to the next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second station, the Este The Club. Alright, I like this station as it's kind of cool. That place, only people above the age of 25 then can go in. As for me, I'm a staff of Red Box Events soooo.... I can go in. Hahaha. Why above 25? Cos there are 'mei mei' in the club. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hungry at the early evening as I only ate French Fries and Apple Pie for my lunch. Luckily, there will be FREE vegetarian meal at the club as the Big Boss of a particular company is a vegetarian. Haha. I hope I can be as successsful as her. Had PASTA, SPRING ROLL and TRIANGLE PUFF for my dinner. Yummy, it's tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the packing up, I got nothing better to do. So I went in to the club and asked Ms Annie for some recommendation of drinks. Free Flow sia. I can drink until siao. Haha. Ms Annie recommended us 'Vodka with 7-up, Vodka with Ribenna and Vodka with Orange Juice'. Haha. I guess she's a Vodka Fanatic. I tasted a glass of each. The three are tasty and I like it. As I couldn't had enough of it, I went to get another glass of Gin with 7-up. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, FREE Cabby home. Haha. I'm enjoying hahahahaha. So easy to satisfy right? But not for everything.... Nvm, go go further liao. Haha. Note: Friends who are reading this post, please note that I am not a passive drinker. I just drink for the fun of drinking. I'm not someone with drink until vomiting like a Merlion. Haha. That's the real joy of drinking. Shall stop here. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-116006681157727360?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116006681157727360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=116006681157727360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116006681157727360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/116006681157727360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/este.html' title='ESTE'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115984629772394091</id><published>2006-10-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:39:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MLM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well, I feel like sharing something with you guys here, it's something about the multi-level marketing. Maybe you may not know what is multi-level marketing. It's inconvenient to name some of the examples as I don't wish to create trouble. It works like this. You have to invest or spend a sum of money to create an account. After gotta your account, you will need to get people to join your connection and to create a link (something like an pyramid). There are alot more factors involved, but I'm not going into detail as I'm not here to promote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tactic used by the member of the Multi-Level Marketing Company is basically the same. These people will suddenly called you outta the blue and are so desperately wanting to meet you, even they are not close with you. They will give reasons like 'long time never meet up', 'wanna share something very profitable' or even 'wanna be your own boss'. All these are just pure bullshit. Personally, I don't hate these people, I just don't like them. Like what my friend has told me, they are using friendship as an excuse to meeting up with you for an money earning opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I had countless of this experience in the past two or three years. They used every ways and means to lied and cheated me. These 'friend' of mine had lost my trust in them and we had lost contact between each other. I have got one really close Malay friend who was my secondary school friend. She joined an MLM company and changed into another person. She used to be a wonderful person, but right now, the sight of her is just devil to me. Yeah, money is almost everything, but you know, there is something that you can't buy even if you have lotsa cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to talk bad about MLM. In the future, it might be the next big thing in the business world. But what I'm trying to highlight are that money isn't everything and friendship can be so fragile. If there are still some friends here who trying to get me to join such company, please please save your breath and don't spoil the friendship. It's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-115984629772394091?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115984629772394091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115984629772394091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115984629772394091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115984629772394091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/mlm.html' title='MLM'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115970777211015844</id><published>2006-10-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T06:02:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob-B-Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/1600/210875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7376/3872/320/210875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is a crappy movie that is worth your cents and dollars. A well-blend sense of humour and touching scenes that will make you laugh and cry at the same time. The baby in the movie is incredibly adorable. The ways that Jackie Chan and Louis Koo handle the baby are interesting as well as clumsy. Personally, I'm not a chinese movie goer but this movie is worth a thumb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That is the movie that I have watched over the weekends. Woke up early in the Saturday morning to feed my empty bank passbook. Called Kelvin to meet up at the Marina Square. We went to play some games at the Marina Square arcade while waiting for the arrival of Kenny and Xiangyi. Initial plan is to watch movie at the Marina Square, but somehow, we changed location due to a particular reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Xiangyi arrived soom and we headed to Suntec to purchase the movie tickets. It is really expensive to watch a movie on weekends. Hahas. Imagine $9.50 for a 2 hrs long movie, it will take me 4 hrs of my internship to get that same amount of money. While waiting for Kenny as well as the movie to start, we went to play some games again. Hahas. We played something new which is the 'tile stacking' game. Yeah, 'tile stacking' to win big prize. It's a kind of addictive game so please don't try it. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that, went to play mahjong with Bernard, Shijie and her friend. Lost quite abit of money on the game. It've been so unlucky for the past few weeks. Had been wasting money unneccessarily. I don't want to but it just got bad. The main purpose is to keep my time occupied but ended up spending more than I could afford. Maybe I should get a weekend job, don't you think so? Hahas. Had a couple of laughs and chat with Bernard at the Woodlands Interchange before heading home. It was 7am then. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-115970777211015844?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115970777211015844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115970777211015844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115970777211015844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115970777211015844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/rob-b-hood.html' title='Rob-B-Hood'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115955213617471387</id><published>2006-09-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:48:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loitering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didn't accomplish much stuffs today. Had been doing the same old things during the past few days at work. Today was kind of stupid. I was giving attitude for the whole day. Sometime I really don't understand myself. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing things that jerk someone around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning and it's not my usual self. Hahas. Started choosing the new bought T-shirts and started to get indecisive again. White is the color that I wanted to white for the day (for one reason or another). But somehow, I don't wanna wear white in another second. Started changing this and that repeatedly. In the end, I chose the green. Insane right? Started combing my hair and it just not the style that I wanted. Messing it all over and started combing again and again. In the end, it's still the same as usual ones. Kind of stupid. I gonna keep it short again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to work. All alone in the boring morning. Partner came late for work as he slept like a pig. Lucky for him, there were no one else in the office except me. He came and started talking here and there. Somehow, I felt that there is noise pollution in the office. No offence. Started to gave my 'best' attitude problem to him. Can felt that he was kind of unsatisfied with my sucky behaviour. Maybe I'm always the 'he he ha ha' type so I guess that was the first time he encountered. So sorry bro, haha, I need remedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got my pay before I went to meet Kelvin. It's only $450 and I don't really know how to spend them. It's so little and insignificant. Yeah, it's internship and so what else can I do? I guess I know the reason behind the stupid behaviour. Fatigue is creeping in and it can't hold anywhere further. Damn school should have gave us a short break before the internship. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing. Have been spending quite alot of money on unnecessary stuffs. Got to change. Hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yeah, went to PS and Orchard with Kelvin. There is nothing better we can do. We went loitering around the street and started to crap some shit outta our mouth. Saw this overweight lady sitted on the public bench. Guess what, she never wear any pants or skirt. I guess that is what we called 'Chilling out'. She wore a very long t-shirt and putting her leg high up the bench. I can even see the 'flag' hanging. I sympatise her without a valid reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shall end here, the more I typed, the more rubbish I will say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/34895038-115955213617471387?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115955213617471387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115955213617471387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115955213617471387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115955213617471387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/loitering.html' title='Loitering'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115937352455418512</id><published>2006-09-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:12:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT AGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, as usual, I encountered weirdos in train again. This time, there were two weirdos. Oh wait, I shouldn't have called them weirdos. My apology. Refreshed. There were two sleeping wood lodges on both of my sides. These two persons, I thought they love to sleep on other's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alright, this is what happened. A studious looking guy were sitting on my left and kept leaning against me. The train was damn f**king hot and it really made me unbearably uncomfortable. Sooo, I started moving my shoulder to show my discomfort. Thank god, he woke up and sleep still. Haha. That's not the end of story, a businessman started to drop his head on my shoulder. Too bad, he wouldn't get the chance to sleep on my 'flesh-made' pillow. That's only reserve for someone important ok. LoL. So, I used the same method but it can't work. In order to prevent that 'gay' scene from happening, I started to chat loudly on phone. Kind of embarrasing as fellow commuters were looking at me. He woke up and sleep still. Thank God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this the end of story? Oh No No no..... Holy Crap, this whole process repeated for almost the whole journey. Are they giving me a morning exercise or something? I couldn't have my morning MRT nap just because of them. Haha. Oh well, I have arrived the office and was caught with a damn flu. That feeling is really sucky and terrible. Got a couple of lame jokes and stupid repeated retarded action from my mentally unsound colleague. Haha. He is really a crapster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As I thought that my flu will not get any better, I decided not to go out with K&amp;amp;K. In the end, the condition got better and I went to Bugis alone. Alone = Bored? Not neccessary, I think that shopping alone is good. You people might think that I'm kinda weird too. The reason to defend my stand would be when you shop alone, you can go to places you like, you can choose the things you want, you can walk rounds and rounds and basically do what you want. Haha. That's the freedom of shopping alone. There were lotsa nice t-shirts in Bugis Street and I couldn't make up my mind. Haha. In the end, bought a few t-shirts with the help of some friendly store vendors (especially that aunty). Will frequent your store often.... Cheers. Shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-115937352455418512?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115937352455418512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115937352455418512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115937352455418512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115937352455418512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/mrt-agn.html' title='MRT AGN'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115927897578219191</id><published>2006-09-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:01:58.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alright, I'll start the second post with something funny. This should be funny to most people unless you are a humourless and unusual somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Title: DON'T LIE TO KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A man was sunbathing in the nude at the beach. Well, a little girl went up to him, so he covered his private parts with a newspaper. The little girl asked, "What's under there?" So the man answered, "A bird." The girl walked away and the man fell asleep. When he woke up, he was in a hospital and in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A doctor came up to his bed and asked, "What happened?" The man answered, "I don't know. I was at the beach and I fell asleep after talking to a little girl." So the doctor told this to the Police, and they went to the beach to find any witnesses. When they got there, they saw the little girl who the man was talking about. So they asked her if she did anything to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She answered, " I didn't do anything to the man, but while he was sleeping, I played with his bird. After a while, it spat at me, so I broke its neck, burned its nest, and smashed all its eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As for my post of the day, there are nothing special going on here. The past few days were as calm as sea, nothing special has been going on. Met a few weirdos in the MRT every now and then. It is so common nowadays that I had already got used to it. As for working, it goes pretty well. And ya, gonna spend lesser money as my pocket money is blocked for a month. No complaint. Hahas. I gonna be more independent as time goes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-115927897578219191?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115927897578219191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115927897578219191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115927897578219191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115927897578219191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895038.post-115901426109697206</id><published>2006-09-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:47:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salutation and welcome to my new blog. It's so sudden that I have the urge to blog again. Saw this blog skin and I'm in love with it. Had been constantly deleting my blog. The reason? I don't even know. Maybe I'm unsatisfied with the previous blogs. Alright, I'll try to keep this blog as long as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where should I start? There were lotsa things happening around me during the past few months. Maybe I'll just give a short summary of what I can remember. Here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPP: Have been posted to Red Box Events Pte Ltd @ Neil Road. Most people wouldn't know where the hell is Neil Rd. It is located near to the Outram MRT station. I guess it is an 'fantastic' location for me. Haha. Ohh wait, besides Red Box Events, there is another company called the DP Production. These two companies are under one roof. In Red Box Events, there is only Ms Annie Chan, the events director, who is my Supervisor. Yeah Yeah, nobody else except her. As for DP production, it is control by her husband, Daniel. The company consist of only 3 persons when I first stepped in. They are really nice people. That place makes me feel like my 3rd home now. haha. What equipments you see at home, you can see them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two weeks were kind of bored to me. I spent most of the time doing data entry which was relatively tedious and exhausting. It really bored me to tears as I did things alone, ate alone, went to work alone and went back home alone. But luckily, on the third week, there were a new intern entering this small company. His name is Kenneth and the first impression he gave me was "Come on, not again, slacker???" Well, after knowing him for a week or so, I must say that he is more hardworking than me. He can be hella of crapster and lamer at times. Haha. Finally, the days of loneliness had passed and he will be my working buddy for the next few months. As for what I'm doing in the company now, we were being tasked to plan numerous events since the start of Week 3. Way to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chilling: For the first two weeks of the IPP, I had been constantly hanging out with the incomplete set of sisters' gang. The first week was kinda fun as we burned holes in our wallet and pocket. Most of our money were spent on food. Esther and Yvonne Goh are damn good eaters. I am still amazed that they can eat and eat non stop. Salute to their digestive system which can work like a machine. Week after Week, they started to lost in the lost world or maybe they are now in the world where there is no way of communication. Since the start of week 3, I have been hanging out with the K and K company. For those who doesn't know what I'm talking about, K and K stands for Kelvin and Kenny. They are really fun, easy and out-going people. Transportation is a no problem as they both owns a bike. We went to so many damn places such as Yishun Dam, Great World City, Marina South Fishing Pond, PS and many many more. It's so good to own a vehicle. For me, I still go for car. Haha. Although it's fun going out with them, but it certainly gets me entering the financial crisis. I'm broke now..... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are some things that happened during the past 4 weeks. There are still quite a few big and small issues and things that happened. Not gonna talk about it as it will surely make you guys to fall asleep. Err... Well, I shall end here and please look forward to my next post. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895038-115901426109697206?l=lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115901426109697206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895038&amp;postID=115901426109697206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115901426109697206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895038/posts/default/115901426109697206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-your-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>breakingfree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688111390668612870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
