<?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-6371338</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:53:55.013+08:00</updated><category term='Mishap'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Exploration'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='Cheap Humor'/><category term='Overseas'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; Thoughts of the Hound</title><subtitle type='html'>"World very simple place. World only have two things: Things you can eat and things you no can eat"
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Disclaimer: I do not censor any profanities or obscene words/images whatsoever, so if you take offence easily, please leave now to prevent any emotional and/or psychological scarring for life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-7168250452332865369</id><published>2008-05-21T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:15:09.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without realizing it, my Phuket trip is merely 2 weeks away. Still got plenty of errands to run, like getting Thai Bahts, getting my hair cut, packing my bags. My school semester is officially over. Exams and End-of-Course-Assignments are over. Freedom?? Hell no! I'm studying part-time AND working full-time, for those who are unaware. Now don't give me the "Wahhh so free" crap, I'm not. I'm equally tied to my video games as most are tied to their own commitments =P .

So the game I'm playing as of late is GTA IV. It's not terribly difficult. I wonder why it is rated M18. There's probably less violence in the game than in many NC16 action movies. There is no frontal nudity (not that I have encountered it yet), and Niko is more than just a psychopath who goes around murdering people. Not that the rating affects me in any way, though. I'm having fun with the game, Brucie and Packie are cool, and I think this game has become my 2nd favorite game, right behind Gears of War.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-7168250452332865369?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/7168250452332865369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=7168250452332865369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7168250452332865369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7168250452332865369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2008/05/without-realizing-it-my-phuket-trip-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-9037544486122142716</id><published>2008-05-07T12:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:03:24.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 2 days since I've returned from Bangkok. Being a pure shopping, beach-less and party-less trip, I didn't really enjoy it much. This time, I stayed at Novotel Siam hotel. However, I personally prefer Baiyoke Suite, due to the low cost and REALLY spacious room. Overall, the trip was all about markets and shopping malls. The food was good, though.
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Things are getting back on track rather fast for me after the trip, as compared to my previous few trips to Bangkok. It's either due to my attachment towards my game consoles or the fact that I'm actually looking forward to my PHUKET trip!! Ahh, beach life all day long... Waterfalls, sea caves, jungles, and all the adventurous stuff... Clubs, pubs for nightlife. That's indeed the kind of holiday I'll look forward to.
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Meanwhile, I have to keep in mind that my exams are coming, and 2 major school projects will be due next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-9037544486122142716?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/9037544486122142716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=9037544486122142716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/9037544486122142716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/9037544486122142716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-2-days-since-ive-returned-from.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-6459883086635145771</id><published>2007-11-13T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:39:57.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's been months since my last REAL update. Since I got my DS and Wii, I've been devoting a rather huge portion of my time on games. After my return from Thailand on the 17th September, my normal life has been snapped out of track, until lately when things are starting to be picking up slowly again. It was a really enjoyable trip, and it's a wonder how so much fun can be packed into a mere 8 days.
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My next trip to Thailand is just right around the corner - just 24 more days away. How can I not get excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-6459883086635145771?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/6459883086635145771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=6459883086635145771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6459883086635145771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6459883086635145771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-its-been-months-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-7864388315736394594</id><published>2007-10-19T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:36:15.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this hilarious webpage:

&lt;a href="http://www.iselong.com/7/817.htm"&gt;http://www.iselong.com/7/817.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-7864388315736394594?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/7864388315736394594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=7864388315736394594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7864388315736394594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7864388315736394594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/10/found-this-hilarious-webpage-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-5941914363810118227</id><published>2007-10-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:36:52.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Boliao Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 55% Left Brained, 45% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.

The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/mind-reading.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!

Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done

Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-5941914363810118227?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/5941914363810118227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=5941914363810118227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5941914363810118227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5941914363810118227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/10/yet-another-boliao-quiz.html' title='Yet Another Boliao Quiz'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8067651256078462593</id><published>2007-07-21T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:14:08.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like it's about 2 weeks since my last real entry, proving how monotonous these 2 weeks have been. It's a routine - working on weekdays, then meet up with friends at night, and then slacking my weekend away. Well, at least the monotony was "broken" when someone crashed into my car on Monday.
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I was happily making my way home after a day of hard work, and just after I exited the expressway to my house, I had to make a right turn somewhere. After I made the turn, I ended up on the middle lane and noticed an old scrapyard Mercedes about to get stranded on the left lane as it was blocked by a stationery truck, so out of goodwill, I actually gave way for him to get onto the middle lane even though he was going REAL slow. After passing by the truck, I assumed that he wanted to get back onto the left lane so I waited, and waited. No signal nor action from him. As I would be turning left soon, I decided to go ahead onto the left lane and so I did. Since he was so slow, I eventually caught up with him and was about to pass him by, when suddenly, I caught a glimpse of him signaling left through my side window. A split second later, BANG! Bastard guy had just won a bumper car tournament. Deciding not to block other vehicles, I decided to stop at a bus bay to settle this misfortune with him. As expected, he followed suit.
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The moment I got out of my car, I noticed a horrible long scratch along ALL the fenders and doors, plus a small indentation on the edge of my back door. The very first words to get out of his mouth were "What happened?". Wow, I personally assume he must be sleepwalking/sleepdriving then, as he was not even aware of what has happened. I told him he had crashed into my car, and offered him a choice of whether he would like to pay me via insurance or out of his own cash. He chose the latter, and offered $100, which I don't think is enough for even the paintwork to cover the bloody long scratches, let alone the dent. I insisted that we exchanged particulars in order to settle the repair costs after I get it done, but he refused. He even made me a higher offer of $150, and that really set me off, as he was making me sound like an extortionist. Of course, I refused. In the end, we went to the police station, with my brother on his car so he wouldn't run away.
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It was simply a waste of time at the station. The policeman attending to us was simply incompetent. He knew that "by right", particulars should be exchanged in the event of a traffic accident, yet he did nothing to enforce it. To make things short, he did not manage to help any of us AT ALL. He simply told us to call our insurance agents to ask if the other party's particulars are needed. We left the station and I proceeded to make the call. The woman on the line simply told me all I needed was his car plate number, so I decided that things would be settled from there. Meanwhile, the bastard driver continued whining to himself. Well, from what my brother and I noticed, he kept referring to us as 'young man', and kept talking about 'experience'. In other words, he looked down on us due to our age. But hey, so much for experience. He was the one who collided into me anyway, not the other way round.
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Soon, I decided to put an end to his whining and left the place. I then called my mechanic and related the incident to him. He told me that since the motherfucker had refused to exchange particulars, I should file a police report, so I went back to the station and had to get that incompetent policeman to file the report for me. Finally, I went home, totally tired out by the incident.
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Moral of the story: Motherfuckers still exist in the world. Always make sure you are prepared to deal with them.
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So, my vehicle is still with the mechanic, and surveyors are investigating the accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8067651256078462593?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8067651256078462593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8067651256078462593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8067651256078462593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8067651256078462593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/07/looks-like-its-about-2-weeks-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-3481402684564677866</id><published>2007-07-13T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:13:34.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 44% Male, 56% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl.
This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks.
Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-3481402684564677866?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/3481402684564677866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=3481402684564677866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/3481402684564677866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/3481402684564677866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-driving-is-is-44-male-56-female.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-5460533984790758336</id><published>2007-07-13T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:36:49.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Newborn Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/newborn-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;
You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.
On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.
You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.
Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.

Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.
You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.
You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.
Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.

Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-5460533984790758336?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/5460533984790758336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=5460533984790758336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5460533984790758336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5460533984790758336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-are-newborn-soul-you-are-tolerant.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8170847903800798527</id><published>2007-07-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:16:53.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another week has passed, reducing 7 days from my countdown to the Thailand trip. That makes it 64 more days!
&lt;p /&gt;
Ro and I went to watch 'Hot Fuzz' at Vivocity on Wednesday. Though I've already watched it on DVD, the show did not fail to keep me entertained and bursting out with laughter throughout. So far, it's the show I like most for this year, with '28 Weeks Later' being next and 'Transformers' being a close third. I'll put 'Surfs Up' on the fourth, followed by 'Shrek 3' as fifth. I'll give 'Wild Hogs' number six, and then 'Fantastic 4 - Rise of the Silver Surfer' seven. Guess 2007 is the Year of Good Movies.
&lt;p /&gt;
Yesterday, I attended Ron's graduation ceremony at University Cultural Center. Many people turned up - Ron, his mum and dad, Mauryn, Peiwen, Jayson, Yuqing, Ro, Wenqi and I. We only had 3 passes for entering the holding room and auditorium, so we decided to settle it by 'o-a-peh-a-som'. In the end, Wenqi, Yuqing and I got the "privilege".
&lt;p /&gt;
After the certificate/degree presentation ceremony, we basically hanged outside the building while waiting for Ron to emerge, as well as the refreshments to start. We were quick/lucky/kiasu enough to get our share before the queue started to build up. And it happened that the queue became really terrible shortly after. It was so crowded that Yuqing and I got separated from the rest amidst the crowd, but we managed to find the rest of them before long. We took some photos and fooled around, then left to Ron's house to meet up once again before heading to Newton Circus for dinner/supper.
&lt;p /&gt;
Today, I initially planned to go for yet another cycling trip at Pulau Ubin with Raymond and Gabriel, but the bad weather ruined it all. To be honest, I was rather happy that I could catch a longer sleep as I had slept rather late yesterday night. In the end, I went out with Raymond. We went to the airport for Popeyes, then took a bus to Punggol followed by the train to Haborfront in order to past our afternoon. Big Megamart was under renovation, so there was nothing left for us there. Instead, we walked to Vivocity, which I was initially against due to the weekend crowd. I ended up going on a shopping spree and purchasing $100+ worth of items there.
&lt;p /&gt;
In the evening, we went to Bedok to watch 'Transformers', which I have already watched but don't mind watching again. We ended the outing with dinner at Blk 85 Market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8170847903800798527?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8170847903800798527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8170847903800798527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8170847903800798527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8170847903800798527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/07/yet-another-week-has-passed-reducing-7.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8454617998506563066</id><published>2007-06-30T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:38:59.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Ass-Pain</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh... My ass still hurts, probably from the hot action I've had this afternoon. I feel penetrated, erm, by the seat of the bicycle I rode in Pulau Ubin earlier on.
&lt;p /&gt;
Today's trip at Pulau Ubin was another typical one, except that there were talks all over about the 93.3 DJ who fell there while cycling and lost many of his teeth. Most of the shopkeepers of the bicycle rental shops warned cyclists of the dangerous slopes at some parts, citing the 93.3 DJ's unfortunate mishap as a real-life example of an accident that took place there recently. At the same time, I overheard a bunch of girls gossiping about the same incident. After a quick lunch at one of the eating houses there, Laibao and I rented our bikes and we wasted no time moving off. Our first destination was the Pandan Garden.
&lt;p /&gt;
The moment we reached a clearing in the garden, mishap struck. The chain on my bike came off from the gear, bummer! After some tinkering with the grease-coated mechanism, we managed to get it fixed. However, our hands were soiled with disgusting black grease, and we had to find a way to get it cleared off without touching our bags to get tissue paper. So, we had a smart idea. We saw a scarecrow nearby which seemed to be wearing clean gloves, and we wiped our hands on the poor scarecrow's gloves!
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc8BgPa24I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DAYUjimrWyY/s1600-h/IMGP0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc8BgPa24I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DAYUjimrWyY/s200/IMGP0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082096701043039106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc6_QPa23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TexE_5F8bH0/s1600-h/IMGP0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc6_QPa23I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TexE_5F8bH0/s200/IMGP0516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082095562876705650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Poor, poor scarecrow
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A communication tower
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc6MgPa22I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Chx2pYr8Zjw/s1600-h/IMGP0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc6MgPa22I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Chx2pYr8Zjw/s200/IMGP0518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082094690998344546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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A peculiar-looking shack
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
We spent quite a short time there, before returning to the village and then taking the southern route instead. We headed to the beach where we once saw an eagle, as we've never had the chance to go beyond that trail due to rain the previous times. Weird, that it would usually rain once we reached that point. However, the weather was clear, or perhaps hot, today. As we cycled a short distance into the unexplored trail, we discovered that it was actually a dead-end. We went back to where we came from, and headed towards the German-Girl Shrine this time for a short break. I was hoping to buy some cold drinks there, but unfortunately, the shrine does not sell cold drinks anymore. There were quite a number of dogs at the shrine. I was quite surprised at how well-kept their coats were, despite the rugged environment they live in.
&lt;p /&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc_hgPa25I/AAAAAAAAAH8/wig92-iL6-8/s1600-h/IMGP0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc_hgPa25I/AAAAAAAAAH8/wig92-iL6-8/s200/IMGP0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082100549333736338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodA3wPa26I/AAAAAAAAAIE/m5D-X6xqymc/s1600-h/IMGP0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodA3wPa26I/AAAAAAAAAIE/m5D-X6xqymc/s200/IMGP0529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082102031097453474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
A huge spider we encountered along the way
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
One of the cute doggies
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodCAQPa27I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hiqQxZVf3y0/s1600-h/IMGP0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodCAQPa27I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hiqQxZVf3y0/s200/IMGP0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082103276637969330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodCsAPa28I/AAAAAAAAAIU/TY3VHNk7BxM/s1600-h/IMGP0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodCsAPa28I/AAAAAAAAAIU/TY3VHNk7BxM/s200/IMGP0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082104028257246146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
I love dogs
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Abandoned chopped logs
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;p /&gt;
We noticed that the trail actually continues beyond the shrine, so we decided to follow it to see where it would lead us to. Bad move. After we painstakingly maneuvered through 10 waterlogged pits, we encountered a dead-end. Therefore, we needed to make our way back through the 10 pits again, and by the time we were out, my socks were completely drenched.
&lt;p /&gt;
Going by another path this time, we cycled towards the Marina Country Club resorts. As we were about to pass the resort, a group of women stopped me, asking if I could take a picture for them. After the photo-shot, Laibao suggested exploring the resort premises since it seemed open to public. Upon entering the gates, I already had quite a pleasant impression of the place - it seemed really beautiful to me. Basically, there was a bicycle cum drink kiosk, the chalets, an adventure course, a huge restaurant, a jacuzzi, and a huge lake in the center of it all. I had already expended all my drinking water, so I stocked up on my drinks at the drink kiosk. We found a sheltered bench and table, which we took a really long break on. Before we finally left the place, we decided to cycle one round around the lake to just have a closer peek at the facilities there. As we stopped at one point to take some photos, we caught a glimpse of some parts of a HUGE creature splashing in the water. HUUGEE!! However, when we tried to approach to have a closer look, it was gone. We started debating whether it was a freshwater dolphin or seal of some sort, or even an elephant. Bugged by my curiosity, I returned to the drink kiosk to see if I could find out more about the 'thing' we just saw. I was told that it was some kind of large fish imported from the Amazons, called the 'ju long yu' in Chinese. After some research, I concluded that it was the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arapaima"&gt;Arapaima&lt;/a&gt; which we saw.
&lt;p /&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodKrgPa29I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xff9m9t2oUg/s1600-h/IMGP0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodKrgPa29I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xff9m9t2oUg/s200/IMGP0535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082112815760333778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodLKAPa2-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Fqm_3GWYlyo/s1600-h/IMGP0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodLKAPa2-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Fqm_3GWYlyo/s200/IMGP0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113339746343906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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Signs
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Canoes along the lake
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodOiAPa3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZHtBVRBNvIg/s1600-h/IMGP0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodOiAPa3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZHtBVRBNvIg/s200/IMGP0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082117050598087682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodPHQPa3BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0ZZUgP8MXPQ/s1600-h/IMGP0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodPHQPa3BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0ZZUgP8MXPQ/s200/IMGP0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082117690548214802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
The bicycle/drinks/canoe kiosk
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
A tent from nowhere
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodP0gPa3CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QO34lbWXD18/s1600-h/IMGP0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodP0gPa3CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QO34lbWXD18/s200/IMGP0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082118467937295394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodQSgPa3DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q4ZyTtCtJwA/s1600-h/IMGP0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodQSgPa3DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q4ZyTtCtJwA/s200/IMGP0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082118983333370930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
The adventure course
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Tribal structures
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodQ3APa3EI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZTIsxb957HU/s1600-h/IMGP0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodQ3APa3EI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZTIsxb957HU/s200/IMGP0569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082119610398596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodRVAPa3FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uOCLqR-1ZRE/s1600-h/IMGP0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodRVAPa3FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uOCLqR-1ZRE/s200/IMGP0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082120125794671698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Another tribal structure
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Rock climbing tower
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodRxwPa3GI/AAAAAAAAAJk/s_k8OjG2K6w/s1600-h/IMGP0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodRxwPa3GI/AAAAAAAAAJk/s_k8OjG2K6w/s200/IMGP0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082120619715910754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodSMgPa3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K0DoG4f5784/s1600-h/IMGP0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodSMgPa3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K0DoG4f5784/s200/IMGP0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082121079277411442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
Dragonfly along the lake
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
BBQ pits
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
Looks like we were finally getting tired, so we headed back to the village straight, which was already a long distance away. A few meters away from the village, the chain of my bike came off again. I decided to push the bike back instead of fiddling around with the mechanism and getting my hands dirty just for a few meters ride. After some washing up at the toilet there, we walked around the village for a bit. There was this kid who was doing something which caught our attention - he was catching earthworms at the beach. We approached him and watched - he was really good, catching like 4 to 5 worms on average over 1 minute. As we walked up from the beach, we saw these 2 cats digging holes, pooping, then burying their poop. Don't ask me why, but we actually enjoyed watching them poop, for some unknown reasons. Maybe it's just the funny expressions shown on their faces when they realize that people are watching them poop. I was so engrossed in watching them poop that I didn't snap them with my camera. However, I did catch some  shots of a cat-in-a-bin.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodTbwPa3II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/946VmLqCP2M/s1600-h/IMGP0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodTbwPa3II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/946VmLqCP2M/s200/IMGP0592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082122440782044290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodUSAPa3JI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Vf3mDiKh30/s1600-h/IMGP0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodUSAPa3JI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Vf3mDiKh30/s200/IMGP0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082123372789947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
Licking his paws
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Hiding in the bin
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
It didn't take long before we were on our way back to the mainland on the bumboat. It was already early evening by the time we reached Changi Point Jetty. I changed into a clean shirt at the jetty's toilet. We headed towards the hawker center with the intention of having a cool, refreshing drink there, but we changed our mind after we came face-to-face with the drink stall auntie with a HUGE attitude problem. We decided to make do with our plain drinking water instead. We took bus 2 to Bugis area as we planned to have dinner at a vegetarian restaurant called 'Luo Han Group' at Fortune Center.
&lt;p /&gt;
Laibao had a number of things to get after dinner. We went to Sim Lim Square as one of the items Laibao wanted was an MP3 player. It didn't take long before Laibao got his MP3 player and our next destination was Marina Square. We took the route through Suntec, and along the way, we found  this new fountain built somewhere near the convention center.
&lt;p /&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodWZQPa3KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GFo7_CKOJPQ/s1600-h/IMGP0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodWZQPa3KI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GFo7_CKOJPQ/s200/IMGP0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082125696367254690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodWyQPa3LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MIB4SIy6lFU/s1600-h/IMGP0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RodWyQPa3LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MIB4SIy6lFU/s200/IMGP0611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082126125863984306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p /&gt;
Upon reaching Marina Square, the shop which we wanted to visit was already closed, so we just walked around aimlessly to waste abit of time. Marina Square was even more packed than usual, probably due to the GST increase from tomorrow onwards. We slowly walked to the MRT station, which was also unusually crowded. When I reached Bedok bus interchanged, it was already 10+. However, I did not feel like going home yet, I decided to take the loop 225 bus service. The loop journey on 225 was shockingly short, lasting only 15 minutes at max. It was time to return home after I reached the interchange once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8454617998506563066?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8454617998506563066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8454617998506563066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8454617998506563066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8454617998506563066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/ass-pain.html' title='Ass-Pain'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Roc8BgPa24I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DAYUjimrWyY/s72-c/IMGP0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-5911640957284771300</id><published>2007-06-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:17:10.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has passed. Initially I had plans to go for a Kelong fishing trip in Malaysia from Fri to Sat but after some contemplation, I felt I would be very bored there if I go without any intention to fish. So, back to a boring weekend for me.
&lt;p /&gt;
Alright, maybe it wasn't really that boring, cuz I managed to hang out and watch movies on both Fri and Sat nites. On Fri, I went to the airport with Laibao, as both of us are in the holiday mood as we both have approaching holiday plans of our own. We had our favorite fastfood there - Popeyes. Thereafter, we made our way to Bugis Junction for some window shopping, before rushing back to Bedok in 2 hours time to catch 'Surfs Up'. It was a really great movie, and I'd give it a rating of 4/5 stars. Maybe I liked it due to my fondness of beaches and sea sports.
&lt;p /&gt;
On Sat nite, I met up with Raymond and Gabriel for dinner at Changi Village. Due to the terrible crowd at the hawker center, we decided to eat at somewhere more "high-class". In the end, we picked a Japanese restaurant opposite the bus interchange. My wallet lightened tremendously after the dinner. Gabriel had plans to go clubbing with the rest of the guys, but I hate clubbing, so I opted out of the clubbing plan and went to watch 'Fantastic Four 2' with Raymond instead. I find it quite average compared to 'Surfs Up', so I'd give it a rating of 3/5. The movie seemed a little longer than an average 90-mins movie, and it ended at about 1.15am.
&lt;p /&gt;
Other than that, most of my weekend has been spent on surfing the web, as well as nudging people mercilessly on MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-5911640957284771300?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/5911640957284771300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=5911640957284771300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5911640957284771300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/5911640957284771300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-4864567273511734688</id><published>2007-06-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:12:42.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><title type='text'>Pads / Tampons</title><content type='html'>Are these actually pads or tampons??
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RniaoQCn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lMmvxZpCfLA/s1600-h/Tampon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RniaoQCn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lMmvxZpCfLA/s400/Tampon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077978596151656354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-4864567273511734688?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/4864567273511734688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=4864567273511734688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/4864567273511734688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/4864567273511734688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/pads-tampons.html' title='Pads / Tampons'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RniaoQCn_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lMmvxZpCfLA/s72-c/Tampon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8824935352291694863</id><published>2007-06-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:38:32.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Cruise</title><content type='html'>The queue was long, but I sure was excited. Several minutes passed before it was my turn. I placed my Crumpler slingbag and Osprey backpack onto the conveyor belt of the security scanner, and walked through the metal detector. Oops, the damn thing sounded. It was the camera which I had forgotten to take out of my pocket. I placed my camera on a safe spot of the scanning machine, then re-walked through the bloody metal detector. I managed to get through this time.
&lt;p /&gt;
At the next station, I handed the passport to the custom officer and stared right at him in order for him to verify my face. He smiled and returned the passport to me, and that's it. I had reached the tunnel-way leading into the ship. Some of the crew member had already gathered there to send us a warm welcome. It was only a matter of a few minutes' walk before I found myself standing right before the entrance of the ship. I had to queue up one last time as the crew verified and registered my boarding pass.
&lt;p /&gt;
Before I knew it, I was already at the mid-lobby on the 6th level of the Superstar Aquarius. Our cabins were located on the 9th level, so we decided to take the lift up there. I shared a cabin with my mum and brother, while the other 3 relatives (an old couple and their grandson) shared the cabin next to ours. Upon opening our cabin-door, we had a pleasant surprise to find that our cabin was actually quite posh-looking, only that the bed was meant for 2. A third mattress could be found underneath the sofa though.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTfCQCn_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0P3RneSzRQ/s1600-h/IMGP0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTfCQCn_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0P3RneSzRQ/s200/IMGP0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076927909712100626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTfYgCn_SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1AxsgOI4YwI/s1600-h/Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTfYgCn_SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1AxsgOI4YwI/s200/Room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076928291964189986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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The lift lobby
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Our cabin
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&lt;p /&gt;
We took a few minutes to settle down in our cabins, then moved on to the restaurant for dinner along with my relatives. The old people have a strong preference for chinese food, so we headed to the chinese restaurant, which was already awfully packed. We were given a reservation number and was told that our seats would be ready by 7.10pm, which was slightly an hour and a half later. I did some exploring on the ship's outer decks. There was this poolside Spice restaurant near the stern which really did appeal to me, but I decided to give it a miss as I knew the old folks will not probably be keen on the idea of having non-chinese food. As I walked out of the restaurant towards the outer deck, I spotted Superstar Virgo just beside our ship.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyAACn_TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DHnQUOc7Wu8/s1600-h/IMGP0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyAACn_TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DHnQUOc7Wu8/s200/IMGP0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076948761778322738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyVwCn_UI/AAAAAAAAACE/PREqGD4KvEg/s1600-h/Level1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyVwCn_UI/AAAAAAAAACE/PREqGD4KvEg/s200/Level1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949135440477506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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The Spice restaurant
&lt;/td&gt;
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Overlooking the Level 12 deck
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyvQCn_VI/AAAAAAAAACM/X5Gd4-RoJkI/s1600-h/virgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTyvQCn_VI/AAAAAAAAACM/X5Gd4-RoJkI/s200/virgo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076949573527141714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTzQQCn_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/xD_SciU1r_k/s1600-h/IMGP0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTzQQCn_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/xD_SciU1r_k/s200/IMGP0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076950140462824802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
Superstar Virgo
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Close-up of Superstar Virgo
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT1XwCn_XI/AAAAAAAAACc/wEtIQbfeIZY/s1600-h/PSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT1XwCn_XI/AAAAAAAAACc/wEtIQbfeIZY/s200/PSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076952468335099250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
Looking down from deck 13
&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;p /&gt;
After enough gawking and photo-taking of Superstar Virgo, I went up to deck 13, the top, open deck. It looked like a nice place to lie down on the beach chairs and just relax, but I was distracted quickly by a curious-looking door nearby on deck 12, so I decided to check the door out and come back later instead.
&lt;p /&gt;
Upon stepping into the door, I found the video arcade to my right and a casino to my left. Both were not open yet, so I decided to get on. This time, I took the staircase down to deck 9, just for a quick look. Deciding to leave some exploring for the night instead, I decided to head back to the chinese restaurant to see if we could actually go in earlier. It was a 'no', though. My brother suggested going to the bar nearby for a drink as well as to kill time. At the bar, I ordered a Superstar Special Mocktail, while my brother ordered a Bloody Mary, which he deemed 'unpalatable'. I was sure glad that my mocktail tasted rather good, aside from being too sweet. Finally, after a rather long wait, our reservations at the chinese restaurant was honored.
&lt;p /&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT5ewCn_YI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZQeJMGzhU1Y/s1600-h/IMGP0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT5ewCn_YI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZQeJMGzhU1Y/s200/IMGP0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076956986640694658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT6agCn_aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eid_Q5C27Tw/s1600-h/floorplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT6agCn_aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eid_Q5C27Tw/s200/floorplan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076958013137878434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Outside the casino
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Floor plan
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT56QCn_ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/If9Iv78TfDI/s1600-h/IMGP0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT56QCn_ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/If9Iv78TfDI/s200/IMGP0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076957459087097234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT9iACn_dI/AAAAAAAAADM/f0bBreu19fk/s1600-h/IMGP0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT9iACn_dI/AAAAAAAAADM/f0bBreu19fk/s200/IMGP0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076961440521780690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
Strange contraceptions on deck 9
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
A bar
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT7ZACn_cI/AAAAAAAAADE/KBlUHdjV1Qo/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnT7ZACn_cI/AAAAAAAAADE/KBlUHdjV1Qo/s200/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076959086879702466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
The chinese restaurant (with my mum and grand-aunt)
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
Apart from the buffet-style appetizer, the variety of food served at the chinese restaurant was severely limited. There were only 4 dishes served (exclusive of soup and dessert). However, we could reorder any of the 4 dishes if we wanted more. Sweet and sour fish, veges with spinach and sea cucumber, black-pepper pork steak and stir-fried scallops and prawns.
&lt;p /&gt;
The folks didn't seemed to be ready to leave the restaurant after a heavy dinner, so I initiated to go on my own first. However, they seemed to have gotten my hint and followed suit. I went back to my cabin and packed my stuff as I wanted to go swimming. However, after I had reached the swimming pool with extra clothes and a towel, I could not find any decent changing/shower room nearby, so I changed my mind. Grumpily, I returned to my cabin once again to lighten the extra weight in my bag, before heading out once again. I wanted to see the ship moving off on the open decks, and the ship was scheduled to leave the harbor at 9. There was still quite some time before 9, so I slowly made my way to the open deck at the bow on the 9th storey, getting lost in the maze of corridors several times along the way. In addition, I did drop by deck 13 in the process, and Superstar Virgo was still there, dazzling onlookers with her beautiful lighting. I tried to take several shots at the stunning scenery there, but my shaky and tense hands weren't of much help in getting clear pictures. I managed to reach deck 9 early, but there seemed to be no signs of the ship going to move off. The ropes were still anchored to the port. Soon after, an announcement was made that one of the captains had to disembark due to some medical problems, and we had to wait for the stand-in to arrive before the ship could leave. Meanwhile, Superstar Virgo had already began to move off, and her passengers were all in such high spirits that I could actually hear screams and cheering from them.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUEnwCn_kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tQ2fvmFN9xU/s1600-h/p0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUEnwCn_kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tQ2fvmFN9xU/s200/p0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969235887423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUBgwCn_fI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y5GvEd13HTA/s1600-h/IMGP0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUBgwCn_fI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y5GvEd13HTA/s200/IMGP0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076965817093455346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Superstar Virgo in the night
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Virgo moving off
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUC7wCn_hI/AAAAAAAAADs/HbgOHQVhvl8/s1600-h/IMGP0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUC7wCn_hI/AAAAAAAAADs/HbgOHQVhvl8/s200/IMGP0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076967380461551122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUDRgCn_iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4FXUyO1-AYc/s1600-h/IMGP0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUDRgCn_iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4FXUyO1-AYc/s200/IMGP0209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076967754123705890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Looking out from deck 13
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
BBQ restaurant at deck 13
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUD-wCn_jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JS-wvBpDPMU/s1600-h/IMGP0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUD-wCn_jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JS-wvBpDPMU/s200/IMGP0215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076968531512786482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
Jacuzzi at BBQ restaurant
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
Determined to have a good view of the sea when our ship was moving out, I waited all the way up on the deck. Eventually, I saw the workers below beginning to remove the anchor ropes from the hooks on the harbor. Yes yes, finally the ship began to move! I watched as the ship went out of the waterway at Haborfront, out into the open sea. As usual as this may have seemed, I always get very excited watching the sea when on a moving ship/boat. I only started heading back to my cabin a good 20 minutes later. Halfway through, I dropped by the lousy arcade just to try my luck at the UFO catcher game and to waste a few minutes on a car-racing game.
&lt;p /&gt;
As the casino wasn't open yet, I suggested going to watch the Ladyboys show to my mum and brother. As my mum's main aim for the cruise was the casino, she had nothing else to do and naturally accepted my suggestion, along with my brother.
&lt;p /&gt;
We reached the Stardust Lounge at 10.45, which meant that there were only 15 mins left before the show ended. However, I found the show quite entertaining despite the fact that I'm usually irked by the thoughts of transvestites. Basically, there were dancing and lip-syncing to songs pre-sung by real women, of course. I really respect these transvestites and wonder how they can gather up this much courage to alter their gender, though I would not want to alter mine!
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUIZwCn_lI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TncSS8BOiug/s1600-h/IMGP0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUIZwCn_lI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TncSS8BOiug/s200/IMGP0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076973393415765586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUJLwCn_mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-g3g6IHzCQk/s1600-h/trans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUJLwCn_mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-g3g6IHzCQk/s200/trans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076974252409224802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
As feminine as they may seem,&lt;br /&gt;
they are actually gender-altered men.
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
This one too!
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
By the time we finished watching the show, the casino had just opened. The casino happened to be just beside the lounge, meaning that only a few steps were required to get there. I'm never a hardcore gambler, but I did have initial plans to try out the slot-machines there. However, it was a different story the moment I stepped in - the whole casino was infes.. erm.. crowded with old folks and I changed my mind about trying out the slot machines after I saw how boring it was to just sit there and press a button repeatedly in hopes of winning a few quick bucks. I walked a few rounds and watched people play and ogled at the hot female dealers there, until supper-time.
&lt;p /&gt;
The buffet-style supper was served at the restaurant right at the end of the corridor where my cabin was located. By the time my mum and brother and I reached there, the restaurant was packed with passengers like a can of sardines. We still managed to get a seat, though we had to share with with 2 other strangers. The queue was crazily long. My brother stayed behind while my mum and I went to get our food, and he took his turn after we returned. Porridge, noodles, and quite a number of dishes were served, but I found the ham and cheese way too salty for my taste.
&lt;p /&gt;
We returned to our cabin after supper to take a short break. However, once my mum and brother left for the casino at 1am, I decided to take a nap so that they could have the bed by the time they returned. I was awaken by my brother at 4 in the morning. Already starting to feel restless, I decided to walk around the ship in wait for the sunrise, and my brother decided to tag along too. We went to various places - the open deck on the 8th and 9th level, the musterstations, the reception room, and finally settled down at the open space on the uppermost open deck. We found a spot of our own, grabbed some beach chairs and just lied there, relaxing to the sea breeze. I almost falled asleep on the beach chair, when I felt several drops of water on me. It was beginning to drizzle. My brother woke up and decided to go back to the cabin, while I stayed as I was determined to watch the sunrise, which would happen anytime from half an hour later. However, I noticed that I wasn't alone. A crowd was beginning to gather despite the drizzle. Many more people were there waiting for the sunrise too.
&lt;p /&gt;
Soon, a little of the total darkness in the sky had faded away. The sun was slowly beginning to rise, shining in from behind the dark clouds. I stayed there for an hour, snapping away continuously and watching the morning scenery with awe.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUR_gCn_nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PYbLalJ0gdY/s1600-h/deck13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUR_gCn_nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PYbLalJ0gdY/s200/deck13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076983937560477298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUSTQCn_oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jcDzPzl25P4/s1600-h/IMGP0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUSTQCn_oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jcDzPzl25P4/s200/IMGP0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076984276862893698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Relaxing on the beach chair
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
The open deck
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUTDwCn_pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TfQNa3OVfg0/s1600-h/IMGP0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUTDwCn_pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TfQNa3OVfg0/s200/IMGP0329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076985110086549138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUTeACn_qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ZvkGs70SD0/s1600-h/IMGP0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUTeACn_qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ZvkGs70SD0/s200/IMGP0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076985561058115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Early dawn
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Spice restaurant at dawn
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUUmQCn_rI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hFuT8LDJEJc/s1600-h/IMGP0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUUmQCn_rI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hFuT8LDJEJc/s200/IMGP0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076986802303663794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUVEQCn_sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RRqtsekqHDA/s1600-h/IMGP0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUVEQCn_sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RRqtsekqHDA/s200/IMGP0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076987317699739330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
An industrial ship
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Are those volcanos?
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUVzACn_tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8-ww-xOGBf8/s1600-h/IMGP0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUVzACn_tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8-ww-xOGBf8/s200/IMGP0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076988120858623698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUWMwCn_uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fGZNyRxsg_c/s1600-h/IMGP0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUWMwCn_uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fGZNyRxsg_c/s200/IMGP0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076988563240255202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
The dawn continues breaking
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Solitary ship
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUW1gCn_vI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J65RMEw-SZY/s1600-h/IMGP0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUW1gCn_vI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J65RMEw-SZY/s200/IMGP0428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076989263319924466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUXSQCn_wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ik9mZVuJLVA/s1600-h/IMGP0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUXSQCn_wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ik9mZVuJLVA/s200/IMGP0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076989757241163522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Many other ships
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Looks luxurious, doesn't it?
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
Before making my way back to my cabin, I took a walk around the open decks of the ships, deciding to utilize my camera well this time. As I walked around, crew members who were starting work greeted me as I passed by, displaying the fleet's awesome standard in terms of courtesy. I went back to the musterstation once again for some photo-shots. Before heading back to my cabin.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUZtgCn_xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/th1sq_Vydfs/s1600-h/IMGP0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUZtgCn_xI/AAAAAAAAAFs/th1sq_Vydfs/s200/IMGP0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076992424415854354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUaZwCn_yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eDjpFl59iJ8/s1600-h/IMGP0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUaZwCn_yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eDjpFl59iJ8/s200/IMGP0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076993184625065762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Safety float
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
One of the emergency crafts
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUa9gCn_zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1J7w1qgiDh0/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUa9gCn_zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1J7w1qgiDh0/s200/boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076993798805389106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUbsACn_0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5r4c-E4sqG0/s1600-h/IMGP0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUbsACn_0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5r4c-E4sqG0/s200/IMGP0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076994597669306178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Another one
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Exploring the decks
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUcXwCn_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/GqVuF5MA7rk/s1600-h/IMGP0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUcXwCn_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/GqVuF5MA7rk/s200/IMGP0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076995349288582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUcwQCn_2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jsxSWqYu2cU/s1600-h/IMGP0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUcwQCn_2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jsxSWqYu2cU/s200/IMGP0469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076995770195378018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Stern of the ship
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Stern of the ship, from above
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p /&gt;
The moment I reached my cabin, the first thing that hit me was that my mum had not returned from the casino yet. Wow, I seriously don't think I'll be able to spend an hour there, much less the entire night. The second thing was that it was breakfast-time, and I had to rush if I wanted to get a seat at the restaurant. I quickly woke my brother up, and we hurried to the buffet restaurant located near our cabin. We managed to get a seat for 4, and we were lucky that the remaining 2 seats were unoccupied throughout. The queue wasn't as terrible as the one during supper the previous night, and there was a drastic improvement on the food. Scrambled eggs, fried rice, french toast, sausages, porridge, braised peanuts. Yummy!
&lt;p /&gt;
Right after we were back in our cabin, I could hear my mum unlock the door. Finally, she was back, but she went out again almost immediately for her breakfast. Meanwhile, my brother went back to sleep, and I just hooked myself onto my iPod to kill time. My mum returned an hour later, just to leave once again, this time to collect our passports. When she finally returned, she announced that we would be disembarking from the ship at 3pm, much to my dismay. The reason was so that we would not need to push our way through the crowd of disembarking passengers at the official disembarking time at noon. I was already starting to feel restless and bored as I had been to almost every single corner of the ship, apart from the engine room and control room. Fortunately, I managed to convince her to leave at noon. We had 2 more hours to go. I tried to kill my boredom by doing silly things like balancing bottles and tissue boxes, and taking random pics.
&lt;p /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUffgCn_3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/m6bubJyXc6I/s1600-h/balancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUffgCn_3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/m6bubJyXc6I/s200/balancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076998780967452530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUgCgCn_4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bYmMBFqOAf8/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUgCgCn_4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bYmMBFqOAf8/s200/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076999382262873986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Balancing trick
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
Fanciful toilet paper
&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUgTACn_5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vPua4rDKKW0/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnUgTACn_5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vPua4rDKKW0/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076999665730715538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
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Bedshock
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The 2 hours have finally elapsed after a painstaking wait. There was indeed a human-traffic jam like my mum had anticipated, it was worth it. Soon, after half an hour of pushing through the human crowd, we met up with my sis who was waiting for us there, and we were home in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8824935352291694863?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8824935352291694863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8824935352291694863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8824935352291694863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8824935352291694863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/cruise.html' title='Cruise'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/RnTfCQCn_RI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0P3RneSzRQ/s72-c/IMGP0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8069119418451219427</id><published>2007-06-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:38:26.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Seletar Island Kayaking Expedition - Backdated</title><content type='html'>I've just posted a backdated entry for the Seletar Island Expedition in 2005.

Check it out &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/06/seletar-island-kayaking-expedition.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8069119418451219427?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8069119418451219427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8069119418451219427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8069119418451219427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8069119418451219427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/seletar-island-kayaking-expedition.html' title='Seletar Island Kayaking Expedition - Backdated'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-8093714922656001328</id><published>2007-06-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:11:13.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><title type='text'>Caught in the Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm65xQCn_QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Oc6fZLyn1Qc/s1600-h/892447309l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm65xQCn_QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Oc6fZLyn1Qc/s400/892447309l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075198085863832834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Looks like Cai Shen Ye is having some problems with cashflow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-8093714922656001328?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/8093714922656001328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=8093714922656001328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8093714922656001328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/8093714922656001328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the Act'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm65xQCn_QI/AAAAAAAAABk/Oc6fZLyn1Qc/s72-c/892447309l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-526944426024190832</id><published>2007-06-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:38:11.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>I'm Going to War</title><content type='html'>"Shit!", I thought, as my comrade has been hit. The enemies are closing in, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out, hiding behind the barricade and firing point-blank in hope of defending my base. As I slowly raised my head from above the barricade, I noticed the helmets of 2 enemies from behind a concrete structure. I tried to take aim, and "BANG!". I missed. I had expended all the rounds in my magazine. I shouted to a nearby comrade to cover me while I reloaded. Once I was done, I rose from behind my barricades and fired another shot at the enemy, but I missed once again. The enemy counter-shot, but the bullet did not head towards my direction. Instead, it hit the mark a couple of meters behind me. A blaring siren sounded. It was over.
&lt;p /&gt;
Yeah, the match was over in our little paintballing game, and it was time to switch bases with our opposing team. I was starting to enjoy it, unbothered by the smell of the bloody helmet which had probably been worn by hundreds of people before me. Using the last few seconds of time left before the next round started, we devised a rough strategy which involves 3 attackers and 2 defenders. The siren sounded to signal the start of the next match, and in the midst of the rumbling chaos, I was once again lost on whether I should attack or defend. However, since 3 of my teammates had already begun to charge, I decided to do the defense, along with Kest.
&lt;p /&gt;
Like the previous round, the aim of the game is to burst the enemy's balloon which is attached somewhere near their base. If you got shot, you would have to run back to your base to touch a mark - simple as that. This time, our base was the castle, and the enemy's was the fortress. As much as I would love to charge and experience the acclaimed painful feeling of being shot, I considered it a blessing to be able to do the defense as I was totally aware of my feeble stamina, and I knew there were more rounds to come. During this match, I was more careful with spending my ammunition, as I was using the last of my 2 magazines, which would be needed to last me for another few matches if I did not want to spend $15 for another 2 extra magazines. This match was scary though - it ended even before I had the chance to aim at an opponent. We had lost again.
&lt;p /&gt;
Upon returning to the rest area to be briefed about the next match as well as to catch some fresh air outside our helmets, I realized that Chee Keong's neck was blue-black from the impact of the shot he had received. It was an eye-opener, as I had finally witnessed the power of the paintball gun which I was initially rather skeptical about. Luckily for him, the paint pellet did not split upon the impact on him, else it would be rather messy.
&lt;p /&gt;
Our next mission was what I had initially expected - capture the flag. However, instead of having to capture our enemy's flags, both teams had flags of our own which was planted near to our own bases, so things were greatly simplified. We were supposed to capture 2 flags each. Danny, the leader, suggested that all of us charge towards the flags at the same time upon the start of the match, and run back to the base as soon as we had gotten them, without much need to focus on any offense. Soon, the match was started with a hail of the siren.
&lt;p /&gt;
Danny's plan worked out better than I had expected - I managed to grab a flag despite it being placed on a tall tree, and then ran as fast as I could back to the base. Birdie managed to get one as well, and soon, we were waving the flags to our victory atop of our base. It was a quick one, and I was already huffing and puffing away non-stop. I barely had time to recover for the next match during the switchover of bases.
&lt;p /&gt;
We decided to use the exact same strategy for the next match. We had to win this match in order to tie against our enemy. Soon, the starting siren sounded. The 5 of us charged towards the flags with all our might. I managed to grab one once again, and ran back to the castle. Victory once again - earning us a tie! On to the elimination match.
&lt;p /&gt;
The rules for the elimination match were simple - just "kill" every single opponent off or exhaust their ammo. Once a player was shot or ran out of ammo, he's out. The origin of the last man/woman standing would decide which team gets the victory.
&lt;p /&gt;
Unfortunately for Chee Kiong, he had expended all his remaining ammo during the previous match, which would mean that he would automatically be out. But since I was already tired out from the sprinting earlier on and I knew how much my accuracy sucked, I decided to leave my weapon in better hands, so I exchanged my loaded rifle with Chee Kiong's empty one. Then, I volunteered to remain at the base instead of the resting area, so I could still experience at least a bit of action. I might really have made myself useful though, cuz an opponent had actually mistook me for a free frag and tried to shoot at me, wasting 2 or 3 of his precious ammo. I was so close to getting hit that I could hear the ammo whiz past me and splatting safely onto the wall behind. Deciding to stop confusing the players, I raised my weapon in surrender and walked towards the rest area.
&lt;p /&gt;
In the end, Chee Kiong managed to outlast the last opponent who ran out of ammo, scoring a victory for our team. Woohoo!! Victory is nice, but that aside, it was a nice game. I'm sure we would have felt that way even if we had lost. In my case, it's a totally new experience - unlike the monotonous gameplay of similar computer games like Counter-Strike or Day of Defeat, I could actually PHYSICALLY feel my stamina depleting as I ran and hid about.
&lt;p /&gt;
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Still chilling out before the battle
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The weapon rack
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Team A
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Team B
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm1wVwCn_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/rXNeKlDWtJk/s1600-h/2007_0610Fuji_Photos0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm1wVwCn_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/rXNeKlDWtJk/s200/2007_0610Fuji_Photos0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074835874091891842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Team C
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Team D
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Cheekeong's Gunshot Wound
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After Team A and B had a go, it was Team C and D teams' turn. Eric, as well as Huiling, belonged to Team C. Meanwhile, the players from the previous participating teams, including me, stayed back in the rest area to watch the next 2 teams play. Though not as fun as participating in the game itself, watching it was rather interesting too.
&lt;p /&gt;
In the first and second 'pop the balloon' matches, Huiling and Eric's team fared well, scoring a victory in both matches. However, they had lost both of the 'capture the flag' matches. This earned them an opportunity to partake the extra elimination match. During this match, a couple of comical things happened. When the siren sounded the start of the match, no one from Team 3 appeared until some time later when Huiling finally emerged into view, alone! It was comical how garang she was, charging out to the front lines all by herself.. Wahahaha.. However, a few seconds later, the rest finally appeared. Huiling was taken down rather quickly, with a HUGE dark bruise on her right arm. Ouch!! Soon, she had attract a few people to gather around her, just to ADMIRE and take pictures of her wounds. It was just really funny.
&lt;p /&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm198ACn_PI/AAAAAAAAABc/Mx_qWZYYTOE/s1600-h/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm198ACn_PI/AAAAAAAAABc/Mx_qWZYYTOE/s200/DSC00102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074850824873049330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Huiling in action
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Proud of her war medal
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm1zJQCn_MI/AAAAAAAAABE/qCLlP620QKo/s1600-h/2007_0610Fuji_Photos0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm1zJQCn_MI/AAAAAAAAABE/qCLlP620QKo/s200/2007_0610Fuji_Photos0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074838957878410434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;
All-Stars!!
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&lt;p /&gt;
At the end of the match, Eric happened to be the last man standing, earning a victory for his team. The match was over, and most of us were shagged, though I really wouldn't mind if I were to be invited for another round. Eric and I headed towards the toilets to get our sweaty clothes changed, and we did a bit of looking around the Discovery Center, before heading to the canteen to join up with the rest of the participants. We were like waiting for nothing to happen (for the bus, actually). I ordered 2 pieces of pizza as I have not had lunch yet, and still had plenty of spare time after that. Soon, right before the bus arrived, we were given gifts for taking part in the event. After that, we headed towards the car park and boarded the bus. I talked crapped for like the entire journey with Huiling, Eric and Cheekeong. Finally, back to Kampong Chai Chee CC. We're home free!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-526944426024190832?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/526944426024190832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=526944426024190832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/526944426024190832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/526944426024190832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-going-to-war.html' title='I&apos;m Going to War'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_urMbvwBH7Gs/Rm1ycQCn_KI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mR8uFJbk5-k/s72-c/2007_0610Fuji_Photos0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-265548753166548017</id><published>2007-06-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:18:06.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been an exciting one for me, cuz I've finally received my new MacBook by delivery, and bought an iPod Nano as well. 2 new devices for me to play around with. The Mac OS is simply a beauty, but I do not really fancy the fact that it's missing out couple of important features I've always had in Linux, such as the ability to have multiple workspaces as well as the raw performance of Linux.
&lt;p /&gt;
I did some shopping at Sim Lim with Laibao today, getting myself a mouse and case for my MacBook and a silicon casing for my iPod. I don't really like the silicon casing though, as it somehow cripples the efficiency of the 'Lock/Unlock' switch on the iPod.
&lt;p /&gt;
After the retail therapy session, we had dinner at Long John Silver's. We wanted to catch 'Men in White', and initially planned to watch it at the new Cathay building, so we made out way there on foot after dinner. However, tickets were sold out like hot cakes, and the next logical place to go would be Plaza Sing. It was just 5 - 10 mins' walk from Cathay. Once we reached there, we toured around Carrefoure for a bit before heading up to the cinemas.
&lt;p /&gt;
Things weren't much better at Plaza Sing, as the best seats left was 2 rows away from the screen! We didn't wanna be kids staring up at a giant, so we had 2 choices - either to do something else or to catch another movie instead. We opted for the latter, and chose to watch 'Legends of the Sea'. We had 20 mins before the show started, so we went down to Sembawang Music store for Laibao to buy some stuff, then down to Carrefoure to stock up drinks for the movie.
&lt;p /&gt;
'Legends of the Sea' does not really deserve a 1-star rating due to the great plot and storyline, but if you are looking for action/suspense/humor, you will be disappointed. I was kindda disappointed too, but I still strongly felt it would deserve at least 2 stars.
&lt;p /&gt;
The night wasn't getting any younger by the time the movie ended, so we decided to head home. As I reached my doorstep and finally get some time to write this entry, my mum called to ask me to fetch her and my brother from Bugis. I'm dead beat and have got a "war" tomorrow, but.. heck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-265548753166548017?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/265548753166548017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=265548753166548017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/265548753166548017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/265548753166548017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-week-has-been-exciting-one-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-2683005253867738485</id><published>2007-06-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:38:00.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Judging from the lack of updates for the last week, it's quite evident that it has been quite a monotonous week for me. Did nothing much on the holiday of Vesak Day, except stay at home to study Thai. I was down with a bad sore throat on Friday night, so I didn't really want much action on that night. Instead, I settled down on watching Shrek 3 in Princess Cinema. It's a freaking hilarious show, so hilarious that I still can't get over the ticklish whenever I think back about some of the scenes.
&lt;p /&gt;
Yesterday, I went to the IT fair at Suntec with Laibao. Along the way to the fair, I dropped by a music store and found what I've been searching for for weeks - the Minutes to Midnight MVI. When I was making payment, the assistant beside the cashier had placed some VCD near what I was going to pay for, and the cashier thought it was my purchase as well. She confirmed with me if I really wanted to buy the VCD, and I said 'ya', thinking that Laibao actually wanted to buy it and I might as well settle the payment at the same time. Suddenly, Laibao asked me 'Eh, you buying it arh?', and I counter-asked him the same thing. I realized that the VCD was placed there by accident, and upon a closer look, the cover seemed to be depicting Jesus and some characters during that time. The cashier really had a good laugh over the incident.
&lt;p /&gt;
I got myself a really good deal at the IT fair. I bought 3 pieces of DDR2 1GB 667Mhz RAM, 2 for my soon-to-come laptop and 1 for my desktop, each going for the same price of $54. The stall beside was selling each for $48, but I've decided that the extreme queue wasn't worth it. The fair was crowded just like any other IT fair. After a good 2 hours of pushing through the crowd, we decided to drop by Sim Lim just to see if I had really struck a good deal. Along the way, we had our dinner at this expensive-looking vegetarian restaurant, but in the end the prices turned out to be really reasonable and the food was great.
&lt;p /&gt;
After some looking-around in Sim Lim, we've concluded that the prices at the IT fair was indeed cheap, and to our amazement, the prices in Sim Lim seemed to be around 2 to 3 times of that in the IT show! That made me regret - the fact that I didn't buy even more pieces at the IT show!
&lt;p /&gt;
At around 7.30, we decided to take a bus to the Akira showroom in Jurong East, as there was a warehouse sales going on there and Laibao needed to get a new TV. We reached there right after sunset, and the crowd there wasn't any better than that at the IT show. Fortunately, Laibao already had a specified model in mind, and we just grabbed the coupon, made payment, filled up the lucky draw vouchers, collected the TV, flagged down a cab and got the hell out to Laibao's place.
&lt;p /&gt;
Setting up the TV physically was swift, but we had a hard time tuning the channels, due to some usability problems with the TV saving the channel frequency and not documenting it properly within the user manual. We discovered the right way to do it by trial-and-error. That took us like a whopping 90 mins. Initially, we had plans to head to Changi Village to relax after setting up the TV, but since it was reaching 11pm by the time we were done with the channels, we decided to drop the plan.
&lt;p /&gt;
Just as I left Laibao's place, my right-ankle gave way for no apparent reason, forcing me into spending a few bucks on taking a cab once again. I anticipated having difficulties getting a cab as it was near to midnight (maybe not too near - about 11.15pm or so). The cabby seemed to know nuts about the route, and in the end, I directed him through each point on the route. Well, at least I appreciate that he was willing to admit his ignorance and allow me to direct him instead of acting smart and going the long way just to earn a few extra bucks from me. Upon reaching home, I rewarded my long day with a bath, watched a bit of TV and surfed the net before retiring to bed at.. 5am.
&lt;p /&gt;
My initial plan for today was to visit the IT fair once again to get more stuff which I've failed to get yesterday, but it was ruined due to the fact that I was still unable to walk from the mysterious swollen ankle. Instead, I wasted my day at home surfing the web and viewing my Minutes to Midnight MVI.
&lt;p /&gt;
An abstract thought popped into my head sometime during the afternoon. I was wondering how the world would be like in year 3000. 993 years into the future may seem very far, but don't forget how much written record we've had since 1000+ or even 2000+ years ago. However, I'm not very willing to imagine how it would be like, since I know my imagination would probably be invalid as I don't even know what kind of technology would be present during that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-2683005253867738485?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/2683005253867738485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=2683005253867738485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/2683005253867738485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/2683005253867738485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/06/judging-from-lack-of-updates-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-7747564152396314075</id><published>2007-05-29T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:19:21.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days, most of my time has been spent on playing Marvel vs Capcom 2 on my Wintendo, unlocking all the bloody 56 characters, with a bit of surfing and studying Thai over the weekends.
&lt;p /&gt;
I placed an online order for an Apple Macbook today, and sold my previous laptop to my aunt for 300 bucks. It'll probably be delivered to my home by next or the following week. I've made the transition from Windows to Linux. Time to try out OSX on the new laptop. If it disappoints, I'll turn it into a Linux machine as well.
&lt;p /&gt;
With a food fair going on at Expo, I guess I'm going to put on a bit of weight for these few days, especially when my mum visits the fair every single day and comes home with truckloads of foodstuff. Great, just when I thought my appetite was shrinking. But in the end, I'm still the one to blame for not being able to resist the temptation of all the nice food from the fair.
&lt;p /&gt;
I did my duty of ferrying my mum to the Expo today, though I wasn't very willing at first with the fear of running into parking problems there, especially with the crowd. However, I was lucky enough to get a free lot just as I was about to exit that particular car park. There my mum goes again, doing her usual true-female-style shopping, browsing stalls without any intentions to buy.  But wait, she DID buy, and she bought so much stuff that we had to go back to the car to deposit the items from the first round of the shopping and go back for another round. We spent like 3 hours or so there. When leaving the car park, there was this driver who had insufficient funds in his cashcard, causing him to hold up strings of waiting cars from all 3 directions at the exit. Trying to be a hero, I sold him my extra cashcard. As soon as he cleared the exit, cars from the other 2 directions flooded right into the gate, depriving me of the chance to exit, with a queue of other cars behind me too. It was until I FORCED my way through that I had a chance to exit.
&lt;p /&gt;
Currently, there are 3 things to look forward to.
Short-term - Collection of my new laptop.
Medium-term - Thai trip in Sept!!!! (104 days to go)
Long-term - Trip to Maldives. Haven't planned yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-7747564152396314075?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/7747564152396314075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=7747564152396314075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7747564152396314075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/7747564152396314075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-past-few-days-most-of-my-time-has.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-6919766909954982263</id><published>2007-05-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:14:34.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><title type='text'>Dark Affairs</title><content type='html'>Upon returning to my office this Tuesday, I was told a very disturbing incident. My uncle (let's call him A) had physically assaulted one of my aunts, who is his sister, due to some issue which in some ways involve my company. I will not go into details, but let's just say that he will be back in Singapore soon after a very long absence, and it seems that he has intentions to gain an upper hand as far as the company is concerned. Tricky family affairs.. I just hope that my boss/dad would be smart enough to take the right actions for the good of the company.
&lt;p /&gt;
On a personal side, I have a problem to deal with, too. The same problem I've had with Eddy few years ago is back now. Yes, the same problem where he treats his friends fucked up and gives excuses and all that. While it doesn't not really affect me as much cuz I'm experienced liao, I can't deny that it still affects me to a slight extent. Yesterday night/this morning, I had a dream that I was running away from him and he was out to get me. I do not understand the significance of the dream though.
&lt;p /&gt;
Problems aside, the big thing I'm looking forward to is my next Thai trip in September. It's gonna be a fun one... Patpong, here I come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-6919766909954982263?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/6919766909954982263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=6919766909954982263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6919766909954982263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6919766909954982263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/dark-affairs.html' title='Dark Affairs'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-1527149939125566149</id><published>2007-05-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:43:00.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Sentosa for a swim and sun-tan this afternoon, despite the pessimistic weather forecast for today. Having woken up late and gone to pick Laibao up only at 1pm, we did not have an enormous portion of time to spend there. However, the 2 hours of splashing around in the sea was just good enough. After having enough of the sea, we bathed, went back to the car to deposit some of our bulkier belongings, then to Movenpick for ice-cream. As usual, I went for the double-scoop, Caramelita + Swiss Chocolate flavor.
&lt;p /&gt;
In my opinion, a visit to Palawan Beach can never end without a visit to the Twin Huts, so we made our way there and spent a fair amount of time there viewing the scenery, as well as did a little exploration on a certain part of the islet we've never been to. We headed home soon after that, only to meet out at Bedok Central again an hour for dinner, as Laibao wanted to bring some of his stuff home first and I did not feel like driving my car out after that. We had Long John Silver and loitered around NTUC Fairprice, then I went home while Laibao went elsewhere to meet his friend.
&lt;p /&gt;
Deciding to do something constructive for a Sat night, I started on learning Thai writing, and for tonight, I've managed to learn 9 consonants, 7 vowels and 4 tone marks. By definition, the Thai alphabet system has 44 consonants and 32 vowels, which means I've got ((44 - 9) + (32 - 7)) = 60 more alphabets to learn! Well, at least I've managed to make a start, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-1527149939125566149?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/1527149939125566149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=1527149939125566149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/1527149939125566149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/1527149939125566149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-went-to-sentosa-for-swim-and-sun-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-6532516336380965150</id><published>2007-05-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 2 nightmarish days of waking-up-at-7am to get rides to my office on my dad's car, my car was finally done with the repairs this afternoon. The workmanship is outstanding at an affordable cost of $480, bringing my bumper and bonnet back to near-perfection, except for a little dent-mark remaining due to the impossibility of shaping the bumper back without a mould, and the grill which cannot be replaced at the moment due to the unavailability of stocks. Nevertheless, it's extremely well-done.
&lt;p /&gt;
Upon reaching home, I had some roti prata followed by a bath, and then finally settled down to tend to my latest 2 purchases - a DVD of Hot Fuzz and a Linkin Park album, Minutes to Midnight.
&lt;p /&gt;
Hot Fuzz is a movie released in the UK a few months back, but it has never been to Singapore yet. I was actually looking forward to watching it cuz the main casts include 2 of my favorite actors, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. It's about this outstanding policeman from the city being posted to a seemly peaceful and quiet town, only to discover a huge conspiracy in the town and finds himself and his partner in danger. It delivers the same humor as other Simon/Nick shows do, and includes a large dose of action along with a tint of mystery.
&lt;p /&gt;
I'm listening to Minutes to Midnight as I'm writing this entry. Seems to be a very promising album so far, with several tracks I've already begun to fall for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-6532516336380965150?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/6532516336380965150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=6532516336380965150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6532516336380965150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/6532516336380965150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-2-nightmarish-days-of-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-206022184456429510</id><published>2007-05-15T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a lift in my dad's car to work today, as both my sis's and my car are still at the workshop. Talk about efficiency, I woke up at 7.25am to reach the office at 10.30am, the same time which I reach my office usually, only that I wake up at 9.30 instead of 7.25!
&lt;p /&gt;
A usual day at work, doing research on Facelets and JSF 1.2 (some web technology thing). However, an incident which still tickles happened. A chinese-national pirated-video peddler actually came down to our premises today to peddle her wares, only to be barked at and followed by one of our guard-dogs, and she came running up into my office in search of refuge, not knowing my office is actually home to that that particular dog which was barking at her! After reassuring her that the dog is actually incapable of biting, we got her to leave.
&lt;p /&gt;
Waiting for knock-off, and looking forward to watching 28 Weeks Later later this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-206022184456429510?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/206022184456429510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=206022184456429510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/206022184456429510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/206022184456429510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/took-lift-in-my-dads-car-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-4065057951215557419</id><published>2007-05-14T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:15:09.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><title type='text'>Mishaps</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Looks like it's been another very, very long while since I've blogged. Trust me, my interest is there but discipline isn't.
&lt;p /&gt;
I'm going through another wave of unlucky events lately, as things don't seem to be turning out well for me. I had a mini-accident on the road a few weeks ago when a loose part from a cranky old car flew off and hit my bumper. The following week, I parked my car at the carpark at Ikea Tampines, only to return to see a HUGE scratch on my bumper, and another car parked HEAD-IN beside mine which had a corresponding scratch. Some idiot must have bumped into my car accidentally. I paged the owner at the information counter and confronted him, only to receive denials. Ok, now for the best part. After recovering from a high fever last Friday, I met with yet another accident on the AYE, when a FEMALE (yes, FEMALE) driver jammed brake in front of me without any apparent reason, dealing moderate damages to my bonnet and bumpers. Alot of other minor mishaps took place as well, but they are not really worthy of any mention.
&lt;p /&gt;
I really do feel that I need to do some major organization to put my life back into place. My room's getting dusty, I'm getting feeble, and life's just getting stagnant. Maybe I should take a break from everything for a short while to sort things out and renew myself once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-4065057951215557419?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/4065057951215557419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=4065057951215557419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/4065057951215557419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/4065057951215557419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='Mishaps'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-115972691089084441</id><published>2006-09-10T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:36:16.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Cycling Trip to Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Being right in the mid-point of my self-proclaimed long vacation, my bloody shoulder still refuses to recover, depriving me of the ability to engage in sports such as swimming and kayaking. Craving for some sports to keep myself alive, I decided to organize an adhoc cycling trip to Pulau Ubin together with Laibao. To my amazement, Eddy decided to join us when I casually told him about my plans for today.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/DSC00004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/09092006%28029%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/09092006%28029%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The three of us met up at Changi Village at around 11 in the morning. Since none of us had really eaten lunch yet, we decided to have our lunch at Ubin itself. We strolled to the jetty. It took about 10 minutes before the bumboat was ready for embarkment. Along the way to Ubin, we snapped away with our cameras like no one's business. Another 15 minutes passed, and we have reached Ubin.
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
Eddy was probably the most excited the moment we alighted from the bumboat. He took shots of whatever crappy objects he could find. Time for lunch. We headed through the village towards the restaurant area, passed the touting owners of the bicycle rental shops, and settled on the restaurant which I usually patronize. We decided to go with the individual-main-course-plus-a-side-course ordering system. Though the food there was not particularly cheaper than the food back on the mainland, the serving was rather generous.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0024.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
After lunch, we were actually quite fast in choosing our bikes. We decided on getting the older ones at a lower cost, since they didn't look too shabby anyway. We left the village on our bikes in no time. We didn't really have a destination in mind yet, so we picked our path randomly, stopping by once in a while to take pictures or hydrate ourselves.
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Along the way, we passed by a swamp. Laibao and me actually spent like half an hour there trying to catch some small fish with  a net we improvised using a small plastic bag and a twig. However, we did not catch anything at all =( . We gave up and moved along, passing by Mamam Beach and Nordin Beach. No special encounters such as snakes or wild boars, though we had to be particularly careful when there was any motor vehicles passing on our route. Eventually, we ended up back at the village at around half past 3.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/img_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/img_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Feeling it was still a little too early to leave, we made our way into the pandan garden and plantation. We found a creepy, abandoned beach further in. We spent abit of time there fooling around with the crabs and mudskippers, and looking around for weird objects. A very unusual find was a piece of deck from a broken kayak. There was still quite alot of time left after that, so we decided to head for the south of the island which we apparantly missed earlier on. I wanted to show Eddy the eagle's nest which Laibao and me saw on our previous visit. Just as we reached the deepest part of the plains near the eagle's nest, the weather took a sudden change for the worse. Me, having expended almost all my energy, had to keep Eddy and Laibao waiting one in a while as I was lagging behind. In the end, we reached the village, drenched.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/DSC00060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/200/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;We returned our bikes and Laibao suggested having dinner at Ubin as well, since there were lots of restaurants around. This time round, we tried the food at a different restaurant, which was rather good as well. We headed to the jetty after that, getting ready to board the boat back to the mainland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-115972691089084441?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/115972691089084441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=115972691089084441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/115972691089084441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/115972691089084441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/09/cycling-trip-to-pulau-ubin.html' title='Cycling Trip to Pulau Ubin'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114357172483298117</id><published>2006-03-25T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:28:02.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><title type='text'>Visit to the Fish Wholesale Market (ASA)</title><content type='html'>"Oh shit," I thought to myself as I completed a wrong turn into Paya Lebar, which was usually the choice of route I take to Eddy's house, due to light traffic as compared to Geylang. I'm supposed to be picking up Eddy at Kallang instead. It was already 12.20, which was the time I was supposed to reach Kallang. Soon, I arrived at a red light. I reached for my phone and hastily punched in the message:
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"Gimme another 10 mins. I took the wrong way."
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I managed to hit the 'send' key a few seconds before the light turned green. Having bought more than enough time, I changed my course towards Kallang.
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As I approached the carpark beside the Kallang Mac, I spotted Eddy sitting on some nearby bench and I pulled over for him to get onto the car, at the risk of blocking any vehicle which might happen to be entering the carpark. I expected him to board the car fast, but being the ku-niang he is, he actually took his time to open the back door, slowly loaded his stuff in, closed the door, opened the front door, got on gently, and closed the door. We were lucky there wasn't any vehicle behind us. I droved into the carpark, turned out, and headed towards the ECP.
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I decided to exit at Telok Blangah and stop at the petrol kiosk near Ro's house as I was in urgent need of a piss. At the same time, I wanted to consult the map so I could plan the route. It seemed like an easy one. Go by AYE, turn out by exit 15, go all the way straight pass a crossroad, turn left into the next minor road, and turn left again. I made myself memorize the directions before leaving the petrol kiosk. In no time, I was back on the expressway.
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It was approaching 1am. The road was rather clear, consisting of mainly a few taxis. It was a rather relaxing journey towards Jurong. Confidently, I followed the directions which I had memorized earlier on. I passed through Jurong Port Road, made my turn, and finally arrived at a huge compound which we believed was our destination.
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The security of  the market was relatively tight compared to that of the Vege-Market, probably due to the presence of the boat docking bay there. Before we were allowed to enter the market, we had to exchange our ICs with some security pass. I drove through the gates while Eddy alighted to do the pass-exchange. Like the Vege Wholesale Market, vehicles entering the compound would need to drive through an ERP gantry.
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Once I was in, I stopped to make way for a reversing lorry. In the meantime, Eddy was done at the security post. He came back into my car just in time as the lorry had completed his maneuvre. We started searching for a parking lot, and soon found one. A noob driver had parked his vehicle too near to the left side of our lot, allowing very little space for Eddy to get out of the car. Luckily, he isn't as fat as I am, so he managed to squeeze through.
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After a short walk, we reached the main marketplace block. In terms of size, it looked only slightly smaller than the Vege-market - roughly the size of 4 ordinary wet-markets combined. At 1.30 in the morning, it was already full of activities.
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As we walked through the marketplace, we really noticed the visual difference between the fish sold here and those sold in supermarkets. The scales of the fishes wore an unusual shine, and there were even buckets of fish and prawns that has just reached the market and were still alive. Bags of fresh catches were transported on trolleys and poured out upon reaching the stalls. We took out the camera and went "snap, snap" all over the place. Just as we were feeling weird taking pictures there, 2 girls holding a camera each squeezed past us. However, we still tried to minimize the attention caught by deactivating the camera-flash. We strolled through each stall, ensuring that we've had a glimpse of every variety of fishes and seafood sold in each stall. At the same time, we tried to identify each fish we could, and evading moving trolleys at the same time. Through the crowd, we even spotted a group of students who were having an excursion there. After some time, we came across a stall where the hawker was tying some crabs. We spent some time there watching how he actually tied the crabs.
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Time passed really fast as we walked through the market. By the time we were done walking through the place, 2 hours had already passed. It only felt that we've been there for half an hour! Before we left the ASA area, we had a look at the docks and searched for the toilets. Thereafter, we went to collect our ICs and left ASA. $2 were deducted from my cashcard by the gantry. &gt;=(
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We left Jurong by the exact way we came. This time, the traffic was almost zero, particularly after we hit the AYE. Feeling hungry, we decided to drop by Kallang Mac for supper. I was so hungry that a regular meal did not fulfil me, so I ordered an additional box of McWings. At around 4.30am, I sent Eddy home and rushed home, eager to continue the restoration of my PC as I had formatted my hard drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114357172483298117?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114357172483298117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114357172483298117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114357172483298117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114357172483298117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/03/visit-to-fish-wholesale-market-asa.html' title='Visit to the Fish Wholesale Market (ASA)'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114179657636222571</id><published>2006-03-04T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:35:46.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A fun night outing</title><content type='html'>Phew.. WTF it's 5+am in the morning liao??!?
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As usual on Friday nites, Eddy and I met up for our weekly supper/chitchatting. I was supposed to be downstairs his house at 11.30pm, but we hadn't decided on a venue yet. So on with spontaneous ideas. We headed to East Coast at first, then feeling tempted to try going to new places, we made for Labrador instead. Halfway thru, I remembered that there was no food at Labrador (wad's the point if there's no food??), and once again, the destination was changed to West Coast Park. Yes, that's it.
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Parking at the West Coast Mac car park wasn't really as hellish as I had expected it to be on a weekend night. Quite a few empty lots were available, and we were lucky enough to get one which is quite near to Mac. Supper at Mac. I ordered a fish dipper meal as I was interested only in the fish dippers, and Eddy was only interested in the fries. Perfect. We hanged around, chitchatted and decided to have a walk around the park. Found this huge spider-web structure, and we decided to climb up to chitchat and relax. Though I am now not as scared of heights as before, I still refused to lie down on the flat net, worried that my head might go through the net and I'd fall. It was comfortable just sitting there, though I wished I had the courage to lie down. Wahaha.. Still need to get rid of this last bit of fear man..
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After hanging ard the web for a bit, we continued our walk around. Upon our arrival at the adventure course, we turned wild and started fooling around with the equipment there. There was this structure whereby we would sit on a rubber disc, hold on to the chain and swing across from one point to another. We were having some cheap thrill on the structure, and later on a group of JC girls came along, and they also seemed to be enjoying themselves, shouting and screaming with thrill. Next we moved on to the huge ring of obstacle course. I managed to clear almost all of the obstacles, except the part where I have to jump across from a platform to another one, as I felt I couldn't leap such a huge distance. By the time I was done, I was perspiring like mad. We relaxed a while, and got back to the car. I was about to send Eddy home and call it a night when Eddy suddenly came out with another suggestion - visit the wholesale market at Pasir Panjang. It was already approaching 3am.
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Initially we wanted to visit the market to browse around for fishes, but after our arrival we realized that there were only fruits and veges there. Nevertheless, we we amazed by the size of the market as well as the massive amount of veges being sold there. It seemed to be much fresher than those we get at the supermarkets. The place was equivalent to the size of more than 3 normal wet-markets. I wanted to take some pics at first, but upon seeing the crowd, we decided that it was not a wise option as eyes would definitely be staring if we had drawn out the camera. Nevertheless it was really an eye-opener and worth the visit.
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At 4, we were about to leave the place, when Eddy suggested going to the kopitiam there to have a look at the food they have. Bad move. It drew us into our 2nd supper!  We had fishball noodles and some drinks. Finally, I sent Eddy back and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114179657636222571?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114179657636222571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114179657636222571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114179657636222571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114179657636222571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/03/fun-night-outing.html' title='A fun night outing'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114051650565540547</id><published>2006-02-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:35:21.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spend most of my day today reading my previous blog entries all the way from 2003, thinking back and realizing how much I've changed between 2003 and now. Feels like I'm reading about another person, not myself. I chuckle to myself thinking how childish that person is. Yeah, for some reason, I matured really slow, until late last year. In fact, I have to admit that I still have a long way to go before I'm a really mature person.
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This year, I really have alot to look forward to. The biggest, will of course be the end of my biggest nightmare, on the 4th August. I will be sure to throw a huge party to celebrate it. Maybe the second biggest event, which I have already accomplished, thanks to my friends and parents for their support, is the acquisition of my Class 3 license and very own car. Next on the list will be either one of these: enrolment into a university, helping my dad with his business, or enrolment into NIE. Other than that, I have quite a number of plans on my list too. Acquisition of Class 2B, shopping trip to Thailand, trekking trip to Malaysia, completion of my 4-star kayaking expeditions, 5-star kayaking course, etc. I am looking forward to it all. And I know this year will be really worth celebrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114051650565540547?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114051650565540547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114051650565540547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114051650565540547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114051650565540547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-spend-most-of-my-day-today-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114043562396920073</id><published>2006-02-20T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:35:05.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After our spontaneous 2-person suntanning trip to Sentosa last week due to the closing-down of the Big Splash slides, Ray and I decided to have fun at Jurong Swimming Complex today, after attending my occasional church service in the morning. It was my 3rd visit to the pool. It was around 3pm when we got there. We got changed, rented the floats and headed to the tidal pool immediately as the tides were just starting after we came out from the changing room. Compared to my previous visit there, I was having lots of trouble getting onto the float probably due to my increased weight. Wahahaha..
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After around 10 minutes of getting thrown around by the artificial waves, we headed for the slides. We decided to try the lower slide first so as not to have the kick taken away from the lower slides if we had tried the higher one first. Ray got himself stuck in the slide so as to wait for me, and we slided down together instead of one by one, which was actually prohibited. But trust me, sliding down together is magnitudes of fun more than sliding down one by one. We had 3 tries and I was too tired/lazy to climb the stairs again, so we went to the stream pool to relax.
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We started off at the place with the ticklish jets of water. Being too lazy to get into the water then climb up the float, we tried to jump into the water while landing on our floats. Halfway, we had a stupid game. Ray was trying to out-float me and I was losing speed, desperately trying to catch up with him on the stupid float. After a while, I decided to get off my float and chase him by swimming instead. It was so damn tiring, but in the end I managed to catch up, threw my float over him, swim under him and hey presto! I was in front of him!! Wahaha.. Nice try Ray.. =P..
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Next we went for the highest slide and once again, we slided down together instead of individually. It was fun, so my legs didn't mind climbing up the even higher flights of stairs to get to the slide. I thought that the tidal waves were going to start soon, so I hurried Ray to get to the tidal pool, only to find it starting only 20 mins later. Talk about bad timing.. Haha
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Back to the stream pool. We did the same thing of jumping down and trying to land on our floats once again. However, DISASTER STRUCK. When I landed on my float, it gave way and I fell. I head a loud 'THUD!', and was totally stunned for a few seconds. My head hit the bottom of the pool hard. I went to the side of the pool to rest for a few minutes, checking if I was bleeding. Fortunately, no. However a headache started, and I was still kind of stunned. We went to the jacuzzi to relax, and by the time we had enough of the jacuzzi, my head seemed to have recovered slightly. Ready for the slides once again!
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Our plans this time was to alternate between the low and high slides 2 times, then try the floatless slide 2 times as well. Though the floatless slide was lower than the other 2, it was much scarier. Satisfied with the last dose of fun and worried about the approaching thunderclouds, we headed for the showers.
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After the shower, we exited the pool gates and headed towards the car, only to realize that I had left my goggles behind! My $32 optical goggles.. So I spent another $2 just to get back in and check the shower room, but the goggles have already been taken by some itchy hands. Let's hope the person who took my goggles regrets it..
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It was around 6 after we headed back to the car and went to some kopitiam nearby for a drink. Cheryl was meeting us at Marina Square as Ray wanted to go there for his favorite ice-cream, so I drove down slowly, as I was probably too tired to speed after the slides and stairs. The only 2 purposes of going to Marina was to meet Cheryl and eat the ice-cream. Our next plan was to have dinner at the Bedok 85 market, as Cheryl was going to be on braces soon and she wanted to have all the food she likes before the 2 months of oral torture. I was lucky enough to get a parking lot soon after I reached the usually-crowded carpark. However, we were not too lucky at the hawker center itself. Had some trouble looking for seats until some auntie set up a makeshift one for us near NTUC.
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We had a sumptious dinner there consisting of porridge, bah chor mee, chilli crab, BBQ'ed stingray, BBQ'ed chicken wings and sugar-cane juice. Cuz of the chilli crab and chicken wings, Ray had to go back to my car to get my giant-pack tissue paper. And mind you, we finished almost half of the tissue paper. After that, I sent Cheryl and Ray home. Now there's still one thing left to do - get MC for the bumps on my head.
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I drove home, went up to get my mum, and then my sis drove us to the hospital. There was a super-long queue there, but it was worth it. 2-days MC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114043562396920073?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114043562396920073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114043562396920073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114043562396920073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114043562396920073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-our-spontaneous-2-person.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114020804661666751</id><published>2006-01-30T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:58:17.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>After a busy week of shopping around for my New Year clothes and accessories, the Chinese New Year is FINALLY here!! Still the same old New Year routine - visit the relatives on my mum's side of the family on the 1st day of the New Year, and those on my dad's side on the 2nd day.
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So yesterday, which was the 1st day, things were a little boring. Basically, went to my grandaunt's house after waking up at 1.30pm, stayed awhile to make sure that I've collected all the angpaos, then headed to my uncle's house to offer respect to my late grandma. Home after that.
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Today was slightly more interesting. There was a buffet lunch going on at my grandma's place, so my gluttony nature took over from there. Most of the food was catered; some were brought by my mum. Got to talk to my cousin Liping about choosing NIE as our future path. The conversation really got me thinking, especially later on. In the late afternoon, I decided to head to NUH to pay Minghao a visit, so I drove down, with my brother following as he wanted to take my car home after my visit to the hospital. When I reached NUH, I checked around and found out the Minghao was already discharged, so I returned home to wait for Laibao's and Shaoqi's arrival.
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Laibao reached my house a few minutes after I stepped in. I put my computer to entertain Laibao, while feeling guilty for eating so much, I decided to workout on the treadmill while waiting for Shaoqi. Halfway during my workout, Shaoqi arrived. Soon after I was done, we decided to go to Mount Faber for a drink, since I was able to drive us up. The sky was dark by then.
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Upon reaching Mount Faber, I found out that all the parking lots were full, to our dismay, until we came across this kind carpark attendant who allowed us to park along the road, as long as we didn't block the way. When we got to Hill Bistro, it was full, so we had to make a reservation and hang around until a seat was available. I left my handphone number with the guy and we decided to explore around the place. We managed to enter this posh complex which somehow led to the cable car stations. The scenery overlooking the city in the evening sky there was marvelous, and I regretted not bringing my camera.
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Soon, the Hill Bistro guy called to inform us about an available seat. We made our way to the cafe and ordered milkshakes and a course of chicken to share. It was probably the first time I was trying out their special milkshakes. It was a sinful treat, but who can resist that?? Halfway through, the fireworks from Marina suddenly illuminated the sky, capturing the attention of the patrons there. I was too lazy to bother walking to a better spot to see the fireworks, so I just remained seated and continued slurping on my milkshake. It was approaching 10pm soon and we were trying to plan more programmes for the night. In the end, we agreed on going to the River Hong Pao near the Esplanade.
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The River Hong Pao wasn't much of an experience as the entire place was PACKED TO THE BRIM, and most of the stuff there were either food or chinese ornaments which didn't really appeal to us. I did, however, clear my Malaysian Sens at the wishing well, getting a few hits in the process. Next, we noticed that alot of people were crowding around the 'Cai Shen Ye', waiting for the lucky numbers to be released. I didn't really believe in that stuff, but just decided to join in just for the fun. At first, I thought that the confetti released from the 'Cai Shen Ye' was the main attraction, until I was told that people were actually waiting for the lucky 4D numbers.
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Shaoqi's next suggestion was to go to Geylang for some "sightseeing", but upon reaching Geylang, I realized that I really dread driving along those Lorongs, so I proposed to leave in a hurry. I sent Laibao home first since his house was nearby, then drove down to Sengkang to send Shaoqi home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114020804661666751?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114020804661666751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114020804661666751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114020804661666751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114020804661666751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114020617587321569</id><published>2006-01-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:28:02.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><title type='text'>Back in Temasek Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>Been back to Temasek Poly a few times lately, mostly to help out with school projects and just to hang around there. And I managed to take a swim on one occasion. Though it's nearing 2 years since I've graduated, nothing seemed to have changed much, with the exception that the new ITAS foodcourt has been completed. Looks closely similar to public foodcourts such as Food Junction. I tried the fried carrot cake there, and it sucked. However, I've not tried the other stalls yet, so I can't give more comments. Mensa still remains largely the same, and though some of the guys at the vegetarian stall are replaced, the serving still remains HUGE. The legendary 'Plate of Mountain'.
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During my 4 years of study in TP, all I've tried from the Japanese stall was Katsudon, Unagi, Corokke and Sushi. One day during my visit I decided to try the Tempura Bento set. $5, not cheap, not ex. However, the serving size far exceeded my expectation. A generous serving of both Tempura prawns and veggies.
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Being a visitor and a student in TP feels completely different. When I was a student there, I didn't really know I loved the place so much. Being just a visitor now, I realize how much I miss TP, and I feel that I would have given anything if I can just relive my days in TP. Maybe it's just the human nature that we won't treasure what we have until we lose it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114020617587321569?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114020617587321569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114020617587321569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114020617587321569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114020617587321569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-temasek-polytechnic.html' title='Back in Temasek Polytechnic'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114002247392691946</id><published>2006-01-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as I thought I've had enough of driving lessons and stuff, I attended driving lesson again today. This time, it's a refresher course, as my dad wanted me to get more familiar with new situations such as driving on the expressway and parking without poles, before allowing me onto the road. But today, I'm no longer using my instructor's car for lessons. YEPZ I've got my own car now~!! My dad's old Honda Accord LXi which I was eyeing on!
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The switch from my instructor's manual Lancer to my auto Accord wasn't as easy as it seemed. For a start, I was terribly uncomfortable with my left leg dangling around, as I would subconsciously feel for the clutch, only to remember that I'm driving an AUTO. Secondly, my car would ACTUALLY MOVE when my feet wasn't on the accelerator. And thirdly, the overwhelming size of the car made cornering tough for a 1-week old P-plate holder like me. However, once on the expressway, I got tempted to try out the full power of the car, so I would find myself excuses to floor my accelerator whenever I could, e.g. when filtering. I learned some poleless parking at some deserted carpark, and made my way home again via the PIE.
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At night, Ro came to my house to help me with the cleaning of the car. There were lots of rubbish to be cleared, and the worse piece of shit to clear was probably the SHIT-WATER in the boot. It was around 10cm deep, and I just couldn't help flinching occasionally while draining the water out using a piece of cloth. After the water was cleared, we moved the car down to the washing bay and I did some further cleaning on my boot using clean water. After that, I filled my petrol and chitchatted with Ro at the playground downstairs, until around 12+. Fortunately there's no work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114002247392691946?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114002247392691946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114002247392691946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114002247392691946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114002247392691946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-as-i-thought-ive-had-enough-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-113993583761129427</id><published>2006-01-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Driving On!~</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up at 6.30, earlier than my usual wake-up time. No, I'm not going to work today. For those who don't remember, today is the big test for me.
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Taking a deep breath, I hopped onto my dad's car. He sent me to my destination - Ubi Test Center, and we had breakfast together, as we reached early. My lesson was at 7 while we already reached at 6.50. My instructor was an early bird, as he was already there, having breakfast too. Soon, the time was up. My final lesson, before the test.
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I started off by driving around the test routes. Nothing big, road's in a normal condition. The road was no big deal, considering the fact that I've driven from Ubi to Clementi countless times. However, when I went into the circuit, some of my common mistakes re-surfaced. I stuck too close to the vehicle in front at the uphill slope. To my surprise, however, my instructor did not screw me like he always did. He probably didn't want me to turn disoriented before the test. Things at the circuit weren't too smooth, but nevertheless I told myself to stop worrying.
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Soon the time was up. It was 9, 15 mins just before my test. My instructor led me to the holding room, and from there on I was alone. My heart started to beat fast, and I could feel myself getting colder by the seconds, because of both the aircon and my anxiety. I couldn't take it and decided to head to the cafeteria for a drink to cool myself down. I made it quick, and returned to the holding room, right in time for the balloting of our testers. I felt my hope sink as I met my tester, he seemed like a super-stern old man who would stop at nothing to fail his testees. I knew there was no turning back.
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The moment I got onto the car, I could feel my feet vibrating like jelly. It was vibrating so hard that I couldn't control the clutch properly, resulting in the engine dying off a few times while I navigated the circuit. Vertical parking, no problem. Parallel parking, no problem. Crank course, no problem. S-course, no problem. Upslope - BINGO! I tailgated another car into the slope, resulting in a remark from my tester, "Do you know it's very dangerous?? What if he rolls back??". "Sorry, sorry", was all I could say. I still managed to clear it, to my relief. So I made my way out of the circuit. Suddenly, my tester yelled "Hey!! There was a stop line!! Didn't you see it?!?". I went "Oops, sorry, sorry" again. My hopes were TOTALLY DASHED. I knew the mistake I've just made constitutes an immediate failure.
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Instead of stopping me, the tester told me to continue on to the test route. I did, and everything went smoothly, thanks to the experience I've gained from the Clementi trips. Finally, I drove back to the circuit, and before my tester alighted from the car, he said "Anyhow hantam! Fucking dangerous!". I thought I had failed.
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My instructor appeared out of nowhere, and told me to follow my tester, as I was quite lost on where to proceed next. I followed the tester to his office, and he started to mark my scoresheet. "Shouldn't have let you pass," he commented as he handed me the scoresheet. I held my breath and took a peep. WHAT I SAW NEXT ALMOST MADE ME FAINT WITH JOY.
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"PASSED"
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YESSSS!! ON MY FIRST TRY!! WAHAHAHA.. Immediately, I sms'ed all my friends while waiting to watch the passers' video. For the whole day, my spirits were damn high, although I must admit I know I'll miss my driving lessons. Finally, I've acquired what I've been waiting for. MY CLASS 3 DRIVING LICENCE!! Oh wait, I still need a car!!!
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p.s. if anyone is looking for a good private driving instructor let me know. I'll recommend mine to you. He's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-113993583761129427?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/113993583761129427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=113993583761129427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/113993583761129427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/113993583761129427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/driving-on.html' title='Driving On!~'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-114010510476367389</id><published>2006-01-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:34:02.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Border-Crossing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went on a eating cum new year shopping trip to Malaysia, with Eddy. My driving lesson ended at noon, and right after that I rushed down to Eddy's house. He was still going some last-minute packing, so I hanged around his house in the meantime.
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In no time we hit the void decks, and hurried down to Bugis via MRT. It was my smart idea to catch the bus from there, and we were somehow lost on where to go in order to take the bus service, and thanks to my reluctance to admit that we're lost. In the end, we hurried down to the MRT station control to check it out, and we bolted to the place at once. Just before we crossed the final traffic light, we saw the bus leaving, and gasped in unison. I cursed my ill luck while Eddy still wouldn't stop whining about my "poor sense of direction". But we were soon going to realize that it was actually a blessing in disguise. The moment we reached the bus stand, another bus was there, and once it was on its way it swiftly overtook the bus we missed!!
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The journey to the causeway wasn't as long as it might have seemed. In no time we were filling up the declaration forms at the custom. Passed the Singapore custom, got back onto the bus, and went through the Malaysian custom. As we walked down the building, we looked up, and realized that we had just crossed the border! Johor, here we come!!
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1pm. As we walked the first few steps through the streets of Johor Bahru, plenty of taxi-drivers approached us, trying to strike up a deal. However, we decided to travel by foot until we find ourselves a hotel. As we walked through the underpass, we were greeted by the sight of beggars, some who were mutilated. Though I feel sorry for them, I did not have any small change on hand. Can't really bear to part with one of my RM100 notes.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/holidayjohor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/320/holidayjohor01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a little walking, we arrived at a busy town. It is called 'City Square', I supposed. Or 'City Square' could just have been the name of the mall we saw and associated the town with. Both of us realized that we had forgotten to bring a small pouch to carry our valuables in, so we headed down to the City Square Shopping Mall to see if we could manage to get a bargain. I bought an imitation Quiksilver waist pouch for RM29, and we settled for lunch at the same time, at Secret Recipe. So what's so special about Secret Recipe when Singapore also has them?? Ans: The ones in Malaysia are FREAKING CHEAP! Approximately S$12 per person - A chicken bolo-wadever, a baked rice, additional french fries, 2 milkshakes. How does that sound?? There might be even more items which I've forgotten to add to the list.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/holidayjohor10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/320/holidayjohor10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a result of walking around with our heavy bags after lunch, we were really dying to get a hotel so we could travel around with less load. I was initially all in for spending RM209 per night to get a more luxurious hotel called Something-Pacific, but after Eddy stated the point that it would be wiser spending our money on food rather than lodging, we decided to check in at Vista Melati. It was quite a basic hotel with 2 beds, a wardrobe, a dressing table, a TV, and a smoking lounge. Bathing facilities features a warm-water shower. RM99 per night. Not a bad deal.
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Time check - 3.30pm. Once we were done repacking the more important stuff into my new waist pouch, we headed out. Most of the town was lined with VCD shops, handphone shops, and food places. Most of it seemed so Singaporean, so we hit for the mall instead. Saw Angela along the way. Felt that she's damn bold for a woman, travelling to Johor Bahru alone. Aniway, the mall kindda dazzled us. Storeys after storeys of shops selling funky youngsters' stuff. Initially I was planning to get a new pair of shoes for the upcoming Chinese New Year, but one pair of slippers caught my eye, and I got it immediately. Meanwhile, Eddy was more conscious with his spendings, and wouldn't buy anything until he's sure he has seen all in that genre.
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Approaching 4.30pm. Time for a break. We had some fruity snow shake at a small cafe in the mall before continuing. That was when we realized that like 70% of the patron at that mall looked like they're Singaporeans! Anyway, we decided to take a break from slipper-shopping. Looked around a furniture shop, took some pics around, then headed back to the hotel to relief the load from my shopping.
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Around 6 to 7pm. Time to scavage for food. Good food. So I thought of Sentosa. We walked around the town to look for good deals for a taxi, and managed to get one just as the sky was turning dark. I didn't know where to tell the driver we're dropping at, so we ended up at some random spot. The best impression I had of Sentosa was the shopping mall there, so we began searching for it. With a stroke of luck, we managed to find it in no time, but we noticed that it was deserted. Lots of shops were demolished, and there was NO ONE. I was getting freaked, and suddenly we realized that the 'happening' area was on the other side of the building. We found our way there, and to my relief, it was indeed the place in my faint memories. We decided to hunt for dinner before starting our rendevous there.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/1600/holidayjohor09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7777/333/320/holidayjohor09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8.30pm. We went past one Kopitiam, into a long stretch of road with lots of streetside stalls. Somehow, we decided to head back for the Kopitiam for our dinner instead. I tried the Yong Tau Fu Laksa there while Eddy ordered Fried Kway Tiao. My Laksa rocks more!! Wahaha.. We were looking for something worth doing after dinner, and somehow the idea of KTV came up. There MUST be a KTV place there. Somehow, we stepped into one, and soon, we were whining into microphones like drunkards.
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12.15am. Had BBQ'ed chicken wings and fried oysters for supper before heading back to the hotel via taxi. I've ran out of RM after the KTV session. Explored the hotel building, but did not discover anything interesting. Had a bath and a quick rest.
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Time check - 2am. Woke up and went out.. for supper AGAIN! Had some delicious wantan noodles at some noodle house. As we were walking past the alleys, some papasans kept pestering us to get horny, despite my fat lies about us being underaged. I came up with a smarter lie and told them that we were going to bring another friend along later. The nightlife at City Square was HIGH. In addition to handphone shops, countless shops selling.. ahem.. VCDs.. lighted up the streets. We were getting sleepy, so we decided to return to our hotel and hit the bed.
&lt;p&gt;
I reluctantly pull myself up the bed at 10am the next morning, to find Eddy already being the early bird. We went back to the mall, but the shops were not even open yet. I felt lucky though, as the money changer was open. I seriously needed some RMs. Ok, I've became 100RM richer once again, but S$50 poorer. We had breakfast at Macdonalds. I seriously feel that the Macdonald's at Malaysia offers much better service than that of Singapore, e.g. self-service free-flow of chilli sauce.
&lt;p&gt;
11.30am. Headed back to hotel for final packing up and bathing. Upon checking out at 12 noon, we found out that we were entitled to a lucky draw based on our stay at that hotel. A trip to Australia, but the draw results would only be out at the end of 2006 . Pray hard that we'll win! Wahaha.. We went back to the mall for some last-minute shopping, photo taking, and lunch at some Taiwanese fried spicy chicken stall. Soon, it was time to go. Grabbed some Ramily Burgers before we hopped onto the bus.
&lt;p&gt;
Time check - around 3pm to 4pm. Phew.. Home Sweet Home!! And I've really enjoyed the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-114010510476367389?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/114010510476367389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=114010510476367389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114010510476367389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/114010510476367389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/border-crossing.html' title='The Border-Crossing'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-113993417927444240</id><published>2006-01-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>2 Week sBefore The Big One!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. When was the last time I've updated my blog?? 4 freaking months ago!! Somehow some stupid people at work discovered this personal little space of mine, so I decided to go on low profile for some time. Trust me, I was really pissed. But since I feel it's safe now as they've lost interest in tracking down my blog, so I'm back!
&lt;p&gt;
Nothing much these days. Been juggling my time between Eddy, Ro &amp; Ron, Laibao, family, and my driving lessons. My test is in exactly 2 weeks time. 70% confident in passing on my 1st try while the other 30% constitutes uncertainty about the more tricky situations like last-minute lane change/filtering, as well as movements around the circuit. Surprisingly, parking seems to be my speciality. Some of my weaknesses:
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;jerky gear-shifts&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;extremely sharp cornerings&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;moving about in the circuit&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my kancheong'ness&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
That aside, I'm really looking forward towards the upcoming holiday season. Better if I have a car + license to go along with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-113993417927444240?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/113993417927444240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=113993417927444240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/113993417927444240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/113993417927444240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-week-sbefore-big-one.html' title='2 Week sBefore The Big One!'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112481430192874441</id><published>2005-08-24T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:23:32.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been some time since I've last updated my blog huh? These few weeks have
been rather busy for me to spend time at my computer. So it's time for some
updates, starting frm maybe national day?
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 9th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Can't believed my national day was spent playing pokemon. However, at nite, i
managed to catch an eagerly anticipated movie wif Ro - Land of the Dead. We
watched it at tampines mall gv as it was the only cinema with the show we wanted
at a decent timing. 11.30pm, close to midnite. Before Ro reached the place, i
hastily bought some fish n chicken wraps n fries at long john silver before it
closed. Soon the show was starting so we bought drinks n made our way into the
cinema.
&lt;p&gt;
The show was straight to the point, as it started off right in the middle of a
zombie scene. I find the plot average. Not sure wad others would tink of the
show, but we quite liked it as it was our kind of show. Zombies n gore.. Yum
yum! Really loved those scenes showing the zombies feeding on the intestines of
the dead ppl n not to forget my favorite part abt the zombie biting off the
belly button stud of a screaming chick, complete with blood oozing out after the
stud was finally torn off.. Kk, i shall stop dis bloodlust now.. =p
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 10th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
On the next day, I watched another movie with Ro n Ron. The Wedding Crashers.
Great comedy for a change, and with Gloria being my favorite character. Probably
the ideal gf for mi..
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Friday, 12th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Like as if 2 movies in a week wasn't enough, we watched The Maid on fri - along
with Andrew, Jayson, Jaya, and my sis dis time. First time i've met Jaya
personally after hearing so much crappy nanchiau stories abt him.. Aniwae, I
found the movie quite average. At least it didn't suck like the other
locally-produced movies. Since then, 'ah soon' became quite a hot topic among
us.. Wahaha
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 13th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
On sat i went to Ro's hse to help setup internet access on his parents' laptop,
den we went to the national library near our favorite victoria street. It was
the first time i've been there. Basically, we juz hanged ard there till the
library closed.
&lt;p&gt;
Later on, we met up with Ron n Jaya, for dinner near selegie. As usual, Ro n i
succumbed to the temptation of ordering a second serving of kebab, when we
initially thought we would get full on the first serving of roti john.
&lt;p&gt;
After filling our stomachs, we decided to go for a ktv session at cuppage road,
onli to find that it was fully booked.. Oh well.. So our plan b was to pay the
geylang chicks a visit.. Eye-service onli, free of charge =p .. The nite was
still young when we rched geylang, so we had a 2nd round of food at the famous
beancurd cum youtiao stall. Once again, i decided not to order any youtiao, to
find myself ending up sharing Ro's youtiao in the end.. So much for being 'too
full to eat'..
&lt;p&gt;
Maybe it was due to the hungry ghost festival, but for some reasons the places
was relatively deserted on that nite.. Most of the chicks we could find r either
melayu, or they were juz plain fat, or both. Usually both. Feeling disappointed,
we decided to call it a day. Ro rode mi back to my hse to get my stuff, and
after that i went to his hse to stay overnite, as we would be meeting at Ron's
hse rather early the next morning.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sunday, 14th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
So sunday morning came, and i was woken up by Ro's dog licking my face AS USUAL.
We reheated some food frm the fridge as our breakfast, then made our way to
Ron's hse without much delay.
&lt;p&gt;
Jaya reached at ard the same time we did. After changing and leaving our stuffs
at Ron's hse, we made our way to mt faber for a walk.
&lt;p&gt;
Call it a walk, or call it a hike, we actually got shagged out by the journey..
Despite being already tired, Ron the garang soldier decided to run up a rather
huge flight of steps. After all that is wad garang soldiers r trained to do..
Meanwhile, Ro n Jaya SLOWLY made their way up, chuckling at the garang soldier
giving his life to scale the flight of steps while they slowly strolled up..
Wahahaha..
&lt;p&gt;
We took a long break at the pavilion on the top of that particular hill, before
making our way to the market near Ron's hse for lunch. We were already like so
shagged out by den, dat i felt dat i did not haf much appetite. Jaya had to
attend to some stuff den, so he left after lunch. We went back to Ron's hse. I
had a quick shower, and Ro n mi basically spent like an hour or 2 surfing
friendster. Later on in the evening, we met out with Jaya once again.
&lt;p&gt;
First we headed to cuppage plaza as our original intention was to go for ktv,
but we suddenly had a change of plan to ask Peiwen n Huiling out for apple
strudel instead. So instead of ktv, we had a quick meal at long john silver
cineleisure, den went down to bugis to meet the gals.
&lt;p&gt;
At first i thought apple strudel was simply nothing more than apple pie, but i
found dat it wasn't so.. The strudel was kindda tasty, especially when served
cold. As always, Ro couldn't resist snapping pics of his own charming n
mesmerizing face..
&lt;p&gt;
Juz after nitefall, we made our way to suntec via the sheares bridge. N so, i
had my fourth movie of the wk at suntec - 7 swords, a chinese movie. As the name
implies, it's abt swords n fighting.. A typical ancient-chinese show.
&lt;p&gt;
Thruout the show i got plagued by a serious stomachache. However i decided to
hold until the show finished, as i did not want to miss part of the show.. I
bolted to the nearest toilet once i was out of the cinema. The gals waited for
mi outside, while Ron n Ro rode their bikes hm n Ro got his dad's car out to
fetch us hm.
&lt;p&gt;
Dat nite when i was trying to get to slp, there was a sudden outbreak of rashes
on my face.. I ignored it n tried to get to slp, n went to work as per normal
the nxt day. However, the rashes came again on monday nite, n was worse than
that on the previous day. I decided to go for treatment at cgh, with my bro
accompanying mi. The doctor diagnosed it as allergy, and gave mi an injection to
relief the irritation, as well as an mc as the injection would knock mi out n
render mi unable to wake up in time for work the nxt day. Before collapsing on
my bed, i shared the sandwiches my bro bought frm the sandwich machine at the
hospital.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Monday, 15th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I woke up at 6pm the following day. In total i have slp for like 16 hrs, all
thanx to the injection.. But i muz admit, i felt so much refreshed after the
long slp.. However later on in the nite i could still fall aslp as per normal.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 17th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
On wed i went to Ro's hse to help his parents with some computer problems, then
we met up with Ron and Jaya after that. Went boat quay to relac n tok cok.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 18th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Thurs was quite unlucky for mi, as i met the fucker Eddy when attending some
event at Tekong. He tapped mi on my back. Straight after i saw him, i looked
away n dis campmate of mine asked 'your friend?'. I gave an angry 'No!' n did
not talk to anyone for the entire morning. Fortunately it was a half-day so my
spirits started to get high again in the afternoon. I wasn't meeting out with
anyone on that nite so pokemon accompanied mi thru.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Friday, 19th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Fri was here again, n i was on half day again on fri, so i was in super-high
spirits. However, i got rejected from blood donation by some bloody indian
doctor due to my blocked nose, so i could onli watch Ro donate. We went back to
Ro's hse after dat, n we took a nap.. Somehow i juz suddenly felt extremely
tired when it came to the late afternoon, when i actually had enuf slp the
previous nite n did NOT donate a single drop of my 'sacred' blood.
&lt;p&gt;
The nite was the time we've been eagerly looking forward to. Supper at Newton
Circus with the entire gang less Branson. Basically there, we gorged ourselves
with the food n beer till we felt like bursting ani moment. Cockles, BBQ chicken
wings, satays, and friend oysters. The amazing part was
that we actually took more than 120 shots that nite. That nite, that place. Most
of us drank till we were near our limits. In fact i climbed a roadside railing
when i was tipsy n i could control my landing properly n ended up spraining my
ankle. Nevertheless, we still enjoyed ourselves. Later on, i went to Ron's hse
to stay overnite.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 20th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The next morning, my sprained ankle took a toll on mi, causing tremendous pain when
I tried to stand up and walk. I applied some ice treatment, and took painkillers from
Ron's mum. It seemed to have gotten better. Had fried beehoon for breakfast, and then
we went down to get the newspaper. Later on, Ron was going to get his new handphone at
Liang's Court and his sis had to be present in order to extend some contract thing,
so the 3 of us took a bus there together. Bought the phone, then went to Tiong Bahru
Market for lunch. The charsiew peng there rox.. n the roasted pork was damn crispy.
We accompanied Maureen to Tiong Bahru Plaza, then took a bus back to Ron's house, only
to discover a 2nd round of lunch waiting for us! A BIG packet of curry rice..
&lt;p&gt;
Later on Ron sent me to Ro's house as his computer was having some problem about
automatically logging in to my MSN account and his own account at the same time. We
felt like watching a movie since the rest of the Saturday was ours, and we in the
end we decided on Valiant, at Tampines Mall again, as there was a suitable time slot
there. However, we were running kindda late, so Ro literally sped down on his motorbike.
In the end, we managed to catch the show on time. It's a damn hilarious show.. really,
fucking hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing even after watching it.
&lt;p&gt;
After the show, we went to the playground below my house to relax n chitchat. Earlier on
I was so insistent on not having dinner, and suddenly, I told Ro:
&lt;p&gt;
Me: "Eh Ro, I ask u a very frank question."
&lt;p&gt;
Ro (looking at me, puzzled): "Wad?"
&lt;p&gt;
Me: "Are you hungry YET?"
&lt;p&gt;
We looked at each other and laughed. and so I ate my own words again. We made our way to the Long John Silver nearby,
and bought a meal which was enough to feed like 3 people. After that we juz continue hanging
around until about 1+.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sunday, 21st August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
On Sunday, I was woken up by Kelvin when my sis opened the door for him and he kept walking
about and brushing his body against my leg. I was getting irritated by the person who opened
the door for Kelvin and shouted "WHO OPENED THE DOOR FOR HIM?!?!". I heard my sister giggle and
went off. idiot..
&lt;p&gt;
Ron invited me over to his house later on, so we could explore his new phone together. It was
basically a slow-paced relaxing afternoon, and in the evening, we met up with Ro to cut our hair
at Bukit Merah. Later on at nite, we met up with Guan and went boat quay to chitchat.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Monday, 22nd August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Yesterday was my driving advance theory test. I can't say whether I was well prepared or not, but I definitely tried my best in memorizing the WHOLE booklet. Anyway I stepped into the test hall for like 30 mins, and came out with a 'Passed'. WOOHOO!!!
&lt;p&gt;
After my test I went to the airport to meet up with Ron, Guan n Jaya, as Jaya was going back to USA. Ro joined us a few moments later. We had Burger King together, before Jaya stepped into the departure gate. Looks like it's gonna be quite some time before we can get so see him again.
&lt;p&gt;
We hanged out at and around my house later on, and had dinner somewhere nearby. Ron went off to meet his gf later on, so Ro and I juz hanged around to tok cok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112481430192874441?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112481430192874441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112481430192874441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112481430192874441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112481430192874441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-has-been-some-time-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112341185806434384</id><published>2005-08-07T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:31:06.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long week.. A totally long week where I feel I've gotten alot of things done. Here's a rough breakdown:
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Monday, 1st August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Happened to meet Andrew at the bus-stop after work, and we chatted along the way. Anyway, I was locked out of my house cuz I left my house keys in camp, and my mum n sis decided to go out, leaving my bro sleeping at home like a log. I was standing outside the door and pressing the doorbell, calling my bro, smsing him, msning him for like 45 minutes! And worse of all my neighbors walked past with the entire family and gave me that weird look.. Sux..
&lt;p&gt;
Was supposed to meet Eddy to settle all our stuff once and for all, but my mum came back with dinner only at 9.30, so I tried to meet Eddy at 10.30.. Called him, and he told me he's tired so he asked to meet the next day instead, so I stayed home to play Pokemon instead..
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 2nd August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I basically stayed at home after work, playing games. I set up a meeting with Eddy at 10.30, and at first I thought I would be going alone, when Ro called and told me that he's done with his stuff and could go along with me. I felt kindda sad after settling things with Eddy, knowing that it has officially ended. We went somewhere near my house to chat and relax. Bought some durians and longans as well. At first the longans seemed too much to finish, but we managed to finish it anyway, despite my continuous declaration of not being able to eat anymore. The uncle at the durian stall offered us the durians for 4 for $10 but I rejected him, only to regret it later.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 3rd August 2005 &amp;amp; Thursday, 4th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
In the evening, I took a train to Buona Vista where Ro n Ron picked me up, and then we took a walk around Suntec and Marina, as Ron wanted to look at handphones along the way. For some reasons, my knees seemed to be feeling damn sore. We went to Boat Quay to relax and chat after that. We chatted till around 1.30, and then I decided to see the doctor and get an MC cuz I just didn't feel like going to work the next day, especially with the pain in my knees.
&lt;p&gt;
After Ro left, Ron brought me to SGH to get my MC. The bloody waiting time was horrid. So we waited, n waited. I saw this old guy who was bleeding badly on his head, but he was still conscious. Both Ron n mi juz felt like laughing our heads off at my poor acting-sick skills, but we had to control ourselves in case the doctor saw it and decided not to give me my MC. Some aunties were tempting us with hot drinks, and we fell for the temptation. Finally after a LONG wait, it was my turn. The doctor asked me if anyone came with me and I went "Oh, my cousin came,". I was given a choice of either medicine or injection as my remedy. Initially I choice injection to make my situation look more real, but changed my mind after the doctor said I had to stay under observation for 2 hours if I took the injection. But aniway, I managed to get my MC in the end.
&lt;p&gt;
Ron brought me to his house to stay for the night, and we talked cock till we fell asleep. I managed to sleep quite well, but suddenly, Ron's mum stormed into the room to wake him up. She was getting a little hyped abt some guy who fell to his death in the opposite block, which was right outside Ron's kitchen. It was freaky. The night before Ron was telling me abt how 'dirty' his neighborhood was, and the next moment someone died..
&lt;p&gt;
I had my breakfast, lunch and dinner at Ron's house, and spent like the whole day playing games, sleeping, and talking to Ron there. Breakfast and lunch were normal, but the dinner was JUST TOO GREAT.. Mutton curry by his dad!!
&lt;p&gt;
Later on at night, we met up with Ro. Just walked around Marina and relaxed there. Ron left slightly earlier, while Ro and me stayed a little longer to chitchat. At ard 12+, Ro sent me back.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Friday, 5th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
After work, I went home first to get my stuff as I would be staying overnight at Ro's house that night. Met up with Ron, Ro, Andrew, Peiwen and Huiling at the Marina cinema at ard 9.20. We were going to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
&lt;p&gt;
The show wasn't bad, surprisingly. It was superly funny from head to toe, especially the part where the DUMB Indian prince insisted on building his palace entirely out of chocolate, and then wanted to live in it. One fine day when he was having a romantic time with his concubine, the palace decided to melt and the 2 of them were running for their lives as chocolate poured down. Wahahah..
&lt;p&gt;
Ro n Ron fetched the gals home after the movie, while Andrew and I went up to the arcade. As usual, I played my Para Para. Andrew was watching others playing games. After Ro n Ron were back, we went downstairs to chitchat for a while, n Ron sent Andrew back while Ro sent me to his house.
&lt;p&gt;
Both Ro n I were getting rather tired by the time we reached his house, so we slept right after doing abit of his school project.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 6th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I was awaken by some cold, wet sensation on my cheek. I opened my eyes to discover that it was actually Ro's dog licking my face! I almost forgot that I was at Ro's house before I woke up. Anyway, I shoved the dog away and tried to return to sleep, but couldn't find my way back to dreamland. wahhaha.
&lt;p&gt;
Ro woke up soon after me. We went to the kitchen to scavage for edible substances, and had quite a heavy meal before leaving the house. Half-boiled eggs, chicken cutlets, cup noodles. After that we made our way to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve, dropping by a petrol kiosk along the way to get mineral water.
&lt;p&gt;
I decided to take a different route from what I usually took, to make things a little more interesting for Ro. And somehow, I found a shortcut by accident, thru the Belukar tracks. We reached Rifle Range road around 30 mins faster than the amount of time I usually take to reach. Saw lots of monkeys along the way. Anyway, I somehow dropped my camera pouch without realizing it. Thinking that I would be taking the same trail back, I didn't panick.
&lt;p&gt;
Initially, I aimed to turn back the moment we finish the HSBC treetop walk, but along the way, I decided to extend the journey. We passed by some SAF ammo base, made jokes abt it, n took some pics there. Later on, we visited several places - HSBC treetop walk, Jelutong Tower, the Swamp Walk, and lastly, Macritchie Reservoir, before making our way back.
&lt;p&gt;
Looks like I ain't that unlucky after all. I managed to find my camera pouch along the way back.. wahahha.. However, Ro was having problem starting his bike. After trying for like 5 mins, he decided to try a push-start, and it worked.
&lt;p&gt;
Went back to Ro's house to bathe, then went to Victoria Street to feast on a well-deserved dinner. After that, we went to Ron's house, where Ron n Ro sent the gals home, while I made my way to Marina to meet them later on. We played arcade, walked around the city, then relaxed at Marina Park till 4.45am.
&lt;p&gt;
When we returned to the bikes, Ro realized that his helmet was stolen. FUCK.. Even the seat was slashed as well.. Felt totally disgusted by the idiot who had done that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112341185806434384?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112341185806434384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112341185806434384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112341185806434384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112341185806434384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-has-been-long-week.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112279400055386812</id><published>2005-07-31T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:24:27.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has passed. I can say that each of my working days has been feeling longer and longer. Really no mood for work this week, so I decided to finish clearing all my offs.
&lt;p&gt;
Most of the time during the weekdays, I was spending time training up my Pokemons and spending time wif my buddies at nite. Wahahah.. I caught the Pokemon addiction again. Back to being the Pokemon trainer I was.
&lt;p&gt;
Fri nite was of course the most anticipated time of the week. Since I was at home on Fri afternoon, I woke up in the evening to find everyone in my house out, so I fixed up a quick dinner and went to Marina to meet Ro, Ron n Jayson after that. Peiwen and Huiling came along as well. We went to watch Stealth. Quite a show I liked. It was about this 3-men (or 2-men 1-woman) special air squad in the US Navy, and one day they were introduced a 4th member - a drone-aircraft, much to their dismay. The drone-aircraft, or &lt;i&gt;Edi&lt;/i&gt;, was built on a brain based on Neural-Network technology which could simulate human or animal thinking. One fine day during a mission, the brain of Edi simply gone haywire after being struck by lightning. It began to disobey orders, and formed emotions as well as thoughts of its own. Being rebellious at first, it was later put to control by one of the pilots, who eventually put it into use by using it to rescue another one of their squadmates. In the end, Edi picked up the emotions of selflessness, and sacrificed itself to save its squad-members.
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So after the show Jayson and I waited at the open-air area at Marina while Ron and Ro sent the gals back. While waiting, we witnessed this unlucky birthday boy being sabo'ed by his friends with water, soya sauce, flour and eggs. Wahahha.. They used so much water than the water actually flowed to the first story from the third storey via the staircase!
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Yesterday wasn't too bad a day either. I trained my Pokemon in the afternoon, and went to meet Ro and Ron later on in the evening. We had our dinner, took a walk and played arcade in Marina, then went to Suntec. Started the Jiafang crap along the way. Read the below entry to understand what we were talking about. Later on we went to Boat Quay to have supper (Macdonalds Nuggets &amp; Fries), relax and chitchat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112279400055386812?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112279400055386812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112279400055386812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112279400055386812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112279400055386812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112222145411334574</id><published>2005-07-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:30:12.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically had quite a normal wkend. Went walking around Suntec, PS n Orchard with Raymond. We met at PS, walked to Heerens and looked at some stuff, then to Suntec for dinner. Reached home quite early, played some games and went to sleep.
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Went to Laibao's hse today to watch him play Pokemon.. Really miss those Pokemon-training days. After that we went to Parkway for dinner, and took a walk at East Coast Beach, all the way till Tanjong Rhu. Den, we headed home.
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Lately, I juz realized that some of my stuff are still left at Eddy's house. Trying to contact him to get back my stuff, I fell back into the trap of the past.. Facing the same frustration I used to face when he never answered nor returned my call, never replied my sms. I still feel the same damn thing I used to face in the past. Aniwae, let's juz say that I'm cheating myself if I say that I've totally given up on him. I'm feeling terrible right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112222145411334574?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112222145411334574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112222145411334574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112222145411334574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112222145411334574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/basically-had-quite-normal-wkend.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112205451405577369</id><published>2005-07-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:29:33.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A rather sucky day, as I'm feeling rather down cuz of some reasons. Aniwae, I attended some system unit testing today. Was kindda pissed at the attention I've been receiving lately due to some work stuff.. Aniwae, I rushed home n then to Ray's bday celebration after the testing shit, which ended quite late at ard 6.30.
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First ting I did was pass the magic candles to Chisong, who promptly kept them so Ray would not see them. Most of the people there were Ray's army friends. Did manage to get to see some of those who went Sentosa wif mi the other time. When it was time to unveil the cake, giggled to ourselves as we planted the magic candle onto Ray's cake. Lit the fire. Everyone was like delaying here and there, and worst of all, the magic candle burned at a much faster pace than normal candles! So by the time we were done with our bday song n some photo shots, only a short portion of the candle was left. However, we laughed with delight after Ray blew out the candles. The magic candle relit itself, again n again until Ray decided to yank the damn candle out. And while it was on the table, it relit again! wahahah..
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I left shortly after eating the cake, as I was supposed to go Ron's hse later on to stay overnite. However, it was cancelled in the end as it was getting quite late.
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As for why I'm feeling down.. All I can say is that I still can't escape from the pain given when Eddy once said this: "lose contact den lose contact loh.. I can always find new frens".. yes, the old Eddy is dead to me now.. but those words still hurt.. badly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112205451405577369?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112205451405577369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112205451405577369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112205451405577369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112205451405577369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/rather-sucky-day-as-im-feeling-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112187972255058894</id><published>2005-07-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:25:54.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's quite a slack day at work. Conducted a house visit, and thereafter, I took the afternoon off to check out some equipment prices at Simlim.
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Initially wanted to ask Ro to go Simlim along with me, but since he was still busy at sku, I decided to *try* to search for the equipment prices myself. The moment I stepped into Simlim, I felt so bloody turned off. Just like always, I seem to be having trouble doing things alone. Just felt so damn odd.. I quickly went from shop-to-shop to get the pricelists, avoiding contact with the shop ppl whenever possible. I simply ignored those shops without any distributed pricelist, until I realized that NONE of the pricelists had the barcode scanner prices, so I had no choice but to ask the sales assistant. He was friendly, but I quickly got to my point as I wasn't really in a talking mood. I decided to check out the portable harddrives at the same time. After that, I searched high and low for the IBM cdrom drive. Avoiding contact wasn't possible for that, though. As for the laptop, I quickly grabbed a pricelist as well. I chose to look at the MP3 players (checking prices for Guan) last, as I wasn't very sure abt the players, and I really need to ask around about them.
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I hanged around the area for about half an hour after completing my price-hunt. I thought of hanging out over there for a longer time, but I just felt so damn sleepy and fucking tired all of a sudden. So I rushed home immediately, while sleeping on the bus along the way. I literally collapsed on my bed upon reaching home at 5pm.
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I was awaken by a call at around 7pm. It was a call from camp informing me about some bad news I dun wish to mention here. Let's just say that I feel I'm over-exploited. Trying to forget everything, I had my dinner and went online. Later on, I met up with Ro and we hanged around at the playground next to my block. Juz to relax and chitchat, as usual. We hanged around till around 12.40, and even then, I still felt that time really flew. After work, that is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112187972255058894?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112187972255058894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112187972255058894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112187972255058894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112187972255058894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/todays-quite-slack-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112170677135625207</id><published>2005-07-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:26:14.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started off with a very happy morning today. My dad was driving me to camp as usual when this traffic light turned red so he had to stop for it. Just beside our car was a taxi, and behind the taxi was one ow-cheng looking car. The taxi was like 1.5 meters away from the car, but the road was slightly sloped. So I looked beside, and happened to catch the taxi slowly sliding back towards the car. I was thinking happily to myself "that's it!". 3 secs later, we heard a 'bang!', and my prediction was correct. The cab knocked rite into the car's number plate. Immediately, my dad n I bursted into a hysterical laughter. The best part was.. The driver actually came out to confront the taxi driver. It was a female, it was an aunty, and.. IT WAS AN AUNTIE FROM MY CAMP! wahahaha.. Feels ticklish whenever I think back abt dat incident..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112170677135625207?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112170677135625207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112170677135625207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112170677135625207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112170677135625207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-started-off-with-very-happy-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112154475001974541</id><published>2005-07-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. since I returned to work yest, I've been pushed like mad.. Pushed to my limits dat sometimes I juz felt like getting violent. Idiots who tinks I'm doing very little work when in fact I need to do double the amount of work others do. Really pisses me off.. So yesterday, I basically met up with Ro for arcade n chitchat after work till ard 2+.
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N today I basically had to go back camp from 9am all the way till 10.30pm, to do some crap. After dat, Ro came to fetch me. We headed to Marina to meet Andrew, Jayson n Shuyin. We were supposed to watch SinCity, but since we had some time left before the show started, we decided to utilize it on arcade, n chitchat.
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The show was actually quite interesting, although it may feel a little odd at first. It throws us into a world filled with sex, killing n violence, and almost the entire show was in black-n-white. Juz an interesting point to note - towards the end of the show, there was actually this yellow villian character, which was the ONLY colored 'thing' in the show while everything else was still in black-n-white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112154475001974541?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112154475001974541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112154475001974541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112154475001974541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112154475001974541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112142807580395085</id><published>2005-07-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>3 days MC</title><content type='html'>There was no way I would be wasting a prized 3-day MC at home, so I just went out despite the chances that I would be caught leaving my house when I was on MC.
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&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 12th July 2005&lt;/b&gt;
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Hohoho.. Having an MC means sleeping past noontime. Though I was woken up by some silly renovation works from upstairs at ard 11am, I managed to fall back into my slumber until 1+.
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Since I got back my Casshern VCD, I decided to utilize my afternoon watching it. I just can't figure out why I didn't really like the show when I watched it in the cinema, but yet I miss it so much that I bought the VCD anyways. Re-watching it, I find it actually quite an original and interesting movie. Hope they'll come up with part 2 one day.
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Basically spent the rest of my day sleeping, and met out with Ro, Ron n Andrew at nite. Chitchatted ard Andrew's house till ard 12.
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Guess wad I did again after I reached home.. Watched Casshern again, but with my bro dis time round.
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&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 13th July 2005&lt;/b&gt;
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Slept straight into the afternoon again, though I remember being disturbed by renovation noises still. Went online, n met Ro in the afternoon. We went to the SIR building at Lavendar, then dropped by Suntec Nokia Care Center to replace Ro's earphone. Gabriel called me on my N-Gage, where my calls from camp usually come in through. I was like 'phew.. heng it's not from camp'. So Gabriel n his dad asked mi some computer questions, and I was trying my best to give the best possible answer I could guess. However, 1 min after I hung up, my phone rang again. I glanced at the number on the caller-id..
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&lt;b&gt;oh shit...&lt;/b&gt;
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It was really a call from camp. Whether you call it bad lucky or just pure coincidence. I silenced the call, n Ro rushed me home immediately. Along the way home, I managed to think up of silly tricks to weave myself out of trouble in case they were going to my house to conduct a house-visit. My plan was to have Ro come up my house while I call back to discover their intent. In the end, it was juz some small matters and they wanted to ask me some minor stuff.. So we went on with our plan. We started to head down to Jurong for some business. It was one of the longest bike rides I've ever had, n my butt was numb the moment I got down the bike. Still, it was quite a shiok ride, especially with the cool evening air along the expressway.
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Another long ride back to the east, this time to Victoria Street for dinner. Headed to my neighborhood for durians n chitchat after my supper. Ron joined us at my playground later on, n we chitchat till 1+ before they left.
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&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 14th July&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Didn't really have much idea on how to spend the last day of my MC, do I decided to finish up my website n blog. It actually managed to help me kill my entire afternoon and evening. Went to Aljunied to meet Laibao at nite, after serious brainstorming about where we should meet.
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Though it was already quite late 9pm when we met up, we managed to catch some milkshake at the bubble-tea shop before it closed. Weird names for weird drinks. Mine was named 'Only', which tasted like peach. Laibao's 'Blue Coral' tasted like the white diarrhoea medicine I used to take when I was a kid.
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Laibao seemed to have a craving for Macdonald's today, so we headed down to the one near Raymond's house. The moment we found our seat, we saw this Macdonald gal spanking a small little gal sitting next to us, saying "Pian4 Chi1 Pian4 He1!!" We figured that the Macdonald gal was actually the sister of that little gal, n the little gal apparently asked some strangers to buy her food. Laibao n me went on with our meals, n played with each other's new handphones. Meanwhile, the little gal seemed to have attracted lots of attention/sympathy from the other customers - lots of them juz came to talk to the gal. But yet, we juz didn't get to see her parents.
&lt;p&gt;
Laibao n mi actually spent ard more than half an hour at Macdonald's, playing multiplayer games wif our phones. Some bomberman-like game, but much more fun. We were having much fun trapping our enemies which were both computer-controlled, n watching how those stupid opponents fell for our traps. It was like the capture-the-flag kind of thing, whereby u have to capture ur enemies' flag n bring it back to yours.
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At ard 10.30, Laibao made his way home while sending me to the bus-stop. We were making lame jokes about a song which described the different colors of balloons (Qi Qiu by Xu Zhe Pei), and we actually tried to substitude the 'Qi Qiu' with 'bao's (buns)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112142807580395085?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112142807580395085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112142807580395085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112142807580395085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112142807580395085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-days-mc.html' title='3 days MC'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112136205349398035</id><published>2005-07-11T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't get to update my blog yesterday as I was staying overnite at Ro's house. So gotta do a little bit of catching-up on that:
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&lt;b&gt;Sunday, 10th July 2005&lt;/b&gt;
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Woke up, packed the stuff to lend Ron, delayed abit before taking a bus to Ro's house for the usual sunday mahjong session. Was supposed to reach Ro's house at 1pm, but the bus came without any waiting, so I managed to save quite alot of time, and in the end I reached there at 12.45. Ro went out to fetch Branson, so I waited outside his house. God decided to play a prank on me and it started to drizzle. Ok, I didn't really mind the drizzle, so it got bigger.. Soon, Ron arrived, and we took shelter together under a tree outside Ro's house. At around 1.10pm, Ro sms'ed me to tell me that Branson was still at CLEMENTI when he was supposed to meet Ro at BUONA VISTA at 1pm! N suddenly, the growing drizzle turned into a DOWNPOUR.. FUCK!!..
&lt;p&gt;
Ro n Bran arrived right after Ron n mi were fully drenched to the skin. @#$!@$... Even Ro's dog was better off than us, having a shelter to enjoy while we were totally drenched. We went into his house, took off our shirts to dry, rampaged his kitchen n started the mahjong game.
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At first, I was wondering why the game was so slow until halfway thru. I didn't know what happened, everyone juz started playing faster n faster. Being unable to follow the pace well, I started to become blur. Announcing wrong tiles when I threw them out, knocking tiles over, calling game wrongly. Ron had to go after 1 game, but since it was still raining, we continued playing until the rain stopped. In the end I lost $0.90.. But we weren't playing money aniwae.. So we cleared everything, Ron went off, Ro sent Bran home, n I followed along.
&lt;p&gt;
After Ro sent Bran home, we went for dinner together. At our favorite place, Victoria Street. However, both our favorite n 2nd favorite stalls were closed, leaving us no choice but to try someting else.. so we ordered from the claypot noodles stall. It proved to be satisfactory in the end, n I decided that it would be added to my favorites list as well.
&lt;p&gt;
After dinner we juz sat at the food center to chitchat. After some time Ron decided to meet us, so Ro drove us to his house to fetch him, n den to Marina Square. It was ard 8+ to 9+, so some of the shops were still open. We ate some ice-cream n juz walked around the place. After that, Ro sent me home to get my stuff, sent Ron home, den back to his house. 
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It was past midnite by the time we reached his house. I unpacked my stuff, bathed n hanged around with him. We decided to play Daidee, n I almost ended up having to shuffle cards the whole nite (thanks to my suay mouth). We got abit bored n decided to try something different - play mahjong using Poker cards. It was a really silly game based on a silly idea, but at least it kept us entertained for the rest of the night. Played till ard 3.15am, den went to sleep.
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&lt;b&gt;Monday, 11th July 2005&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I actually did have a peaceful nite's sleep at Ro's house, except for the fact that some number I could not recognize called my fone at ard 7am.. Crazy.. Aniwae I rejected the call. I woke up at ard 11, but I juz stoned ard until Ro was up. Before we started preparing for the jog, we juz dilly-dallied ard, played wif the dog, surf silly websites, and had breakfast. We actually managed to get ready only near 1pm.
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The jogging route ard Ro's house wasn't too bad. The usual kind of peaceful, private residential neighborhood. I haven't jogged for almost like 3 months, but since it was only a short jog, there wasn't any problem. At least not until I slipped off the pavement and sprained my ankle at one point. It did hurt for a while, but soon the pain was gone so we continued to jog back to his house. Fearing that the sprain might get worse later on, I applied some ice to the injury. At least, it did work wonders for the time being.
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We rested for quite some time, bathed n left the house, to settle our stuff for the day. Ro had his to settle, and after that he drove me to Kaki Bukit Driving Center as I had to book my Final Theory driving test as well. The bloody queue was so damn long, so we juz sat there, poking fun of the people ard n making lame comments out of dis fat gal who was unlucky enough to be in our fields of vision. Final, my queue number was called n the guy redirected me to another counter for - more queueing.. Pissed off..
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We went to Victoria Street for dinner again. This time, the stalls were all open so we ordered different food from all 3 of our favorite stalls n feasted. Complete with drinks n fruits. After that we just sat ard my place n hanged ard until 11+. When I tried to stood up, I realized that my ankle HURT like hell, cuz of the sprain I've sustained while jogging this afternoon. Shit, bone crack.. After Ro went off, I decided to get my sis to send me to the hospital to get my MC (not for treatment, of course). Ahh.. 3 days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112136205349398035?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112136205349398035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112136205349398035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112136205349398035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112136205349398035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/didnt-get-to-update-my-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-112135722582295780</id><published>2005-07-10T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>I'm back, again.</title><content type='html'>Since my last post in Feb, I've sort of abandoned my blog, due to lack of time, and the fact that I didn't have the energy to keep up with a blog. Finally, I've managed to found some time to redo my website design, as well as updating the blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-112135722582295780?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/112135722582295780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=112135722582295780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112135722582295780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/112135722582295780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back, again.'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110891334830735988</id><published>2005-02-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:27:00.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess I can't adapt to a full working week after the recent barrage of leaves/offs/holidays. Totally shagged after work everyday, and damn mosquitoes r disrupting my sleep in the middle of the nite. Spent most of the time after work going out wif Ron n Ro, juz to relax. Took half-day leave on Thurs, to go home for a nap, see bikes wif Ron n Ro n then to Ron's hse for dinner. The playground downstairs my hse seems to be becoming one of our hangouts, and we would chitchat either there or ECP almost every nite. Some stupid SAF-related event to the zoo took up my Sat morning, depriving me of the precious sleep I really need. Ron n Andrew were having weekend duties, so I spent my Sat nite wif Ro, chitchatting near my hse. Occupied my Sunday afternoon with driving lesson, then met up with Laibao cuz he wanted to print something at my house.
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Feeling abit down dis week, over some issues which has been bothering me for quite a long time. The pains of everyting n everyone changing, drifting frenships, etc. N the hate I have for SAF itself. Day by day my thoughts of joining a rebel group or someting juz bothers me more n more.
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I really still hope for the day tings will change for the better. I know the old days will never come back - the days where each carefree us would go wild n enjoy ourselves like there's no tomorrow, where we would innocently enjoy n treasure all the frenships we've had. But I really do hope that there would be even better days ahead, even if tings are different from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110891334830735988?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110891334830735988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110891334830735988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110891334830735988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110891334830735988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/02/guess-i-cant-adapt-to-full-working.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110815069209890350</id><published>2005-02-12T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:26:41.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another long time nv update blog liao.. Here goes:
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&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;
After a stupid day of work, went out to meet Eddy for supper, as well as collect my laptop from him. He treated me to a meal of seafood at some seafood restaurant at Geylang. Took a train back to Bedok interchange, where my dad picked me up on his new Lexus n took mi for a spin. Reached home at ard 1.30am..
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&lt;b&gt;Tuesday (CNY Eve):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;
A long day. Went for my physiotherapy in the morning, den met Eddy for Long John Silver and some shopping at Bugis and Simlim. He bought a Pentax digital camera for $365, including charger and SD card. Tink I shd be getting one also when I get the $. We went back to World of Sports to get some bday gift for his dad, and we had a hard time choosing the gift until we got one finally, pressured by the fact that Seiyu was closing at 5pm on dat day, and we were damn close to the closing time...
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After seeing Eddy home, I went home to rest a while and have dinner, then rushed down to Marina Leisureplex to meet Ron, Ro, Drew n Guan for movie. We watched Constantine.. Dunno is considered horror or thriller.. Got a few scenes quite scary, as demons would suddenly jump out from behind the characters.
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By the time the show was over, it was already 11.55pm. 5 more mins to Chinese New Year, and we wanted to catch the fireworks at the esplanade, so we rushed down, and managed to get there on time as the Esplanade was juz opposite the leisureplex. The fireworks were much better than those on NDP, or it could be I didn't see the NDP fireworks live. We walked ard River Angpao after that, and after Guan left, we went down to Chinatown to have a look-see. The place was so damn crowded.. We had some thai coconuts there.. It was those type wif the brown thin shell instead of the thick white shell. Ro n mi decided dat 1 wasn't really enuf, so we got another 2. Unable to resist my temptation to eat, I got a taiwanese sausage as well.
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We left at around close to 3, where everyone was totally shagged out. My sis came wif my mum to pick me up, and I was like "oh crap" when my mum decided to do her shopping AT THAT TIME.. I slept in the car while my sister had it parked in some carpark, and with the aircons off, it was so damn hot n stuffy despite having one of the windows left opened. When my mum came back, it was 4.30 liao.. Quickly took a bath after reaching home n hit the bed immediately after dat, setting my hp to "Priority Calls only".
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&lt;b&gt;Wednesday (CNY Day 1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Having exhausted myself totally the previous nite, I decided to stay at home to slp instead of doing house-visiting. Nobody asked me out on dat day, so I was doomed to stay at home until I finally managed to get Gabriel to meet out at nite. We met at ECP, had a walk n chat, I shopped for some instant pre-cooked eggs, n my sis came to fetch Gabriel home. After dat, my sis juz drove mi ard aimlessly, until she finally got tired n decided to head home.
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&lt;b&gt;Thursday (CNY Day 2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Went to my grandma's hse for CNY gathering wif my relatives in the afternoon. They had a buffet set up there, and my mum brought some more food as well. Trying to control my diet, I tried not to stuff myself to the max. Mostly spent the time there playing Taidee n chatting wif my cousin. Later on Ron n Ro wanted to play mahjong, so I got my bro to go along. We met up at Hougang where Ron had dinner at BK while we bought drinks. Ro drove us to his place, and soon we were "swimming" our way thru the mahjong tiles. I lost $2.. grr.. After the game, my dad came to fetch us home for an early retirement to bed.
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&lt;b&gt;Friday (Today)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Was supposed to meet up for KTV but didn't know how to get to the place, so I went straight to Ron's hse in the morning so I could take his bike there. Meeting Ro n Guan at Paradiz centre. Guan was late, so we went to play Ghost Squad at the arcade there while waiting. After he finally arrived n finished going for his "lunch", we made our way to KBox. Lunch was provided anyway, and it wasn't too bad. Chicken chop wif baked beans n fries. We sang mostly chinese songs.. I can say I really failed badly at trying to make out the lyrics of most of the songs, which was in chinese characters, except for maybe the FIR songs. We had a great time there laughing at one another's horrible singing (especially Ro's "Gypsy nu lang").
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We sang till ard 3+ where we were "invited" out of the room, n we went to walk ard at Plaza Singapura after that. Guan started to feel hungry again, n we made our way down to Suntec. Bought chicken wings, a pizza n some drinks at Carrefoure (n Guan bought Sushi for his "healthy diet"), den went up to Sky Garden to tok cok n eat our stuff. Guan had to go soon, so we saw him off to Orchard, den went Novena to visit Ron's grandma, where we talked alot along the way. Next, we went to Ron's hse for dinner, den up to Mount Faber to disturb Jayson.. wahahha
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Jayson was having some function up on Mount Faber, and we expected him to bring a date, n were all dying to see what sort of gal he'd brought there. When we reached the venue, we juz stood at one side n waited for him to come out. Finally after a long while, we saw him, but without any date. However, after he went to get his car, we confronted him n he said he would be fetching LOTS of passengers in his car. We rushed back to get the bikes, with the plan of trying to "stalk" him whereby one of us would go to his front n block him, where another would tailgate him. Anywae, we saw a gal who we supposed to be Jayson's date n another few fellows getting onto the car.
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Jayson got lucky when Ron n Ro had some trouble moving the bikes out from where they have been parked. He managed to drive off, n Ron was having some trouble catching up with him up on the hill due to the narrow road, but we were lucky when there was a line-up of vehicles down at the foot. Ron filtered past the other cars, n went right in front of him! wahhaha.. Jayson tried to overtake Ron, but was unsuccessful. Aniwae, we had fun chasing him till somewhere near Ron's hse, where Ron decided to leave him alone. Later on we actually found out dat Ro's bike was having trouble catching up, so he missed out on the fun.. Damn..
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Our final destination for the day - ECP for coconuts, sugarcane n chitchat along the beach. It happens dat Eddy's chalet was nearby, but he was probably asleep by the time Ron n Ro wanted to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110815069209890350?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110815069209890350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110815069209890350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110815069209890350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110815069209890350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-long-time-nv-update-blog-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110777919072215571</id><published>2005-02-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:26:10.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven really updated for a few days.. Let's do some catching-up now..
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Went Ron's hse on Fri nite to stay overnite, tok cok n c the bday/vday gifts he bought for his gf.. hehe..
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Next morning, we woke up for breakfast which his mum bought for us, den slack ard n waited for Ro to reach his hse, cuz we were going swimming together. Took Ron's bike n went to Tampines cuz Ron wanted to collect some Bah Kua from his fren. Went to camp to fetch Andrew, den we started making our way to the west.
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The journey was so damn long - from east all the way to west. Instead of going to the swimming pool directly, we dropped by IMM for lunch 1st.. We walked n walked, n subconsciously walked into Macdonald's. Tried out the chicken prosperity meal - the burger sux. I bought a new pair of optical goggles from World of Sports there before we started making our way down to Jurong East Swimming Complex.
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After parking the bikes at the Jurong East Sports Complex, we somehow got quite disoriented cuz the place was so damn mazy.. With a tiny bit of help from some cleaner auntie n lots of luck, we finally managed to find our way to the swimming complex.
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I bought my Osprey camping bag dat day, n was worried it might now fit into the locker. Fortunately I finally managed to squeeze the whole damn ting in, at the risk of damaging my pack. I decided to take my hp down to the pool wif mi, using my Aquapac.
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The artificial waves were on the moment we reached the poolside, so we hopped in without any hesitation. Didn't really dare to go very far, cuz Ron isn't quite a gd swimmer. We went to the 'Jacuzzi' to relax after dat. Turned on MP3 on my ngage, n it was really funny listening to music underwater.. wahahha
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Later on, we rented a float n began trying out the slides. The previous time I tried the slide I was actually scared inside-out.. Maybe it's cuz of all the travelling in speeding vehicles, I wasn't really dat scared dis time.
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Tried the artificial river n the artificial waves a number of times, until ard 4. We headed for our bath, n everyone seemed rather shagged by then. We dropped by a petrol kiosk near Ro's house, n I took Ro's bike dis time due to my big bag. Ate some ice-cream there while Ro settled some of his bike stuff, den we headed down to Queenstown for some window-shopping.
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Ron n Ro went to look at some bike shops, n they saw dis Hayabusa. They actually started the engine n tried out the sound of the start-up. So they actually had the chance to listen to the engine of their dream bike, n guess wad.. Later on I saw a BMW M3 at a traffic light junction, n we purposely skipped one traffic light turn so I could see the M3 in action. I was staring at the M3 n tried to take some pics as well, n I tink the driver knew I love the car. When the light turned green for him, I heard the sound I've always wanted to hear most in my life so far.. The engine of the M3 revved at near-full power!!! Sounds a little like WRX or Evo, but the pitch was significantly higher. Really feel so damn grateful to the driver for his M3 display.
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After sending Andrew home, we went to Suntec so I could get Eddy's bday present, n to play Ghost Squad as well. After lots of looking-ard I finally got a present which I'm quite confident Eddy would like. After Ghosting at Suntec, we went to my hse to discuss abt our business plans, stocking up at 7-Eleven before that. Discussion ended at 3+, where Ron n Ro made their way home.
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Yesterday afternoon, went Bugis for some shopping wif Laibao. Initial intention was to get a pair of shoes for new year n to scout for the wallet Ro wanted, but as usual, I always end up buying more than wad I nid. I ended up carrying a soccer ball, a waist-pouch, a pair of socks, a pair of goggles, a pair of Adidas shoes, Ro's wallet, n a EQ Dance Club CD home. It was quite an unlucky day, as firstly, the Wallet Shop guy forgot to take out the security tag in Ro's wallet, n I was almost labelled a thief when the alarm sounded as I was walking thru the OG exit, despite having a receipt. 2nd ting was.. The security tag was still on my shoes when I left Seiyu, and the alarm actually DIDN'T sound.. in the end I discovered it onli when I got home, n had to go all the way back to Seiyu at nite juz to remove that stupid tag..
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Another sucky day at work today.. Going to meet Eddy later to discuss abt some business stuff n to take back my laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110777919072215571?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110777919072215571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110777919072215571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110777919072215571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110777919072215571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/02/haven-really-updated-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110735164000470731</id><published>2005-02-02T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday nite went to Lagoon Food Village at ECP to drink coconut juice n chitchat wif Ro n Ron. Today not much either, went home straight after work n stay at home. Too tired to write much tonite, so sorry to those who haf been faithful in reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110735164000470731?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110735164000470731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110735164000470731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110735164000470731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110735164000470731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-nite-went-to-lagoon-food.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110719405546554240</id><published>2005-02-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knocked off from work relatively punctual today, den went home to bathe n eat dinner. Received an sms from Ro asking me if I wanna 'go out relax only'. Slacked ard until Ro reached my hse, as he was driving me.
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We went to Pasir Ris park for some drinks at The Reef, Fisherman's Village.. Tried the Thai coconut there, and ordered some crispy seafood combo set. The proportion of the seafood ting wasn't really satisfactory though. Slacked there, den went to the beach to play ard. We were trying to time n see who could throw a stone further into the sea, or throw it up higher into the air.. Found a few weird bones which I believed to be snake skeletons.
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Eventually, I suggested going to the huge 'spider-web' there, so we made our way to the playground, where we sort of played like kids on the swings and merry-go-rounds there, without any worries abt eyes looking at us. Played wif some obstacle course as well for the fun of it. There was this HUGE satellite-like merry-go-round which was tilted at an angle, and initially Ro n mi went on to it n Ron spun us round n round. After our turn Ro managed to trick Ron into getting on the ting, n he suddenly jumped off n we started spinning Ron round n round.. wahahha.. evil..
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We got quite thirsty after all the 'streneous' exercise, so we got some drinks from the vending machine n juz sat down n talked cock.. Ron asked mi if I wanna disrupt from my NS dis August to go NUS.. Aniwae we left at ard 12+.
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Today left mi wif lots of tings to ponder upon:
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&lt;li&gt;Still wondering if I shd still ask my dad for a car after getting my license, as I'm worried I may not be able to handle the maintenance fees n road tax.. For dat, I'm still considering a weekend car.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go NUS wif Ron? As per what he has mentioned, dis coming batch will give us a gd chance as competition isn't as strong, and due to some other factors as well. Sure, I'd like to take a break from ns n go back to studying, and it's a great pleasure to be able to be studying together wif Ron again. But how abt my personal spending allowance, n my car? N another issue is.. Should I wait for Eddy instead, cuz dat's wad we initially planned for? I dunno. In the end we decided to pay for our reservation of our places first, den take more time to decide.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110719405546554240?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110719405546554240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110719405546554240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110719405546554240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110719405546554240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/02/knocked-off-from-work-relatively.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110710830468723917</id><published>2005-01-31T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Orchard lib wif Ron in the early afternoon cuz he wanted to look for some books there for my cousin. Wanted to find some books on game programming n design, but all the bloody books are on load. Borrowed a sea kayaking book n car book in the end.
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I took Ron's bike to Simlim where we would be meeting Ro next, but we happened to meet him on the road along the way. After Ron n Ro parked their bikes, we went get the stuff for Ro's wireless LAN. Exceeded my original quotation, but Ro's dad was willing to pay more, so we went with it. Next, we went ard looking for aquarium shops to get some young terrapins for keeping n releasing when they are old enough. We tried Sungei Road, but didn't manage to find any terrapins. The only 2 aquarium shops there ran out of stock. In the end we went to some place near Ron's house to get them. We cleared one of the shops of terrapins, then went on to the next. I bought 4 in total, Ro bought 8. Aearon was buying some food back for his dad, so I took Ro's bike to his hse to help him fix up his wireless LAN. Having to carry lots of stuff by hand while riding on Ro's bike wasn't easy, but still managable.
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I released my terrapins from the plastic bags upon reaching Ro's hse, and placed them into a tuppleware container instead. I took quite long to fix up the wireless LAN stuff, and it was about to reach 9 by the time I finished. We went back to Ron's hse to meet up wif him, den went to Tampines so Ron could pass the book he borrowed to my cousin. Went to Bedok 85 market for our dinner. The ba cho mee didn't really fill us up enough, so we ordered a spree of dimsum n a bowl of rice dumpling peanut soup as well. After dinner n some chatting, we made our way to ECP, juz sitting there n toking cock, n abt how hurtful it is when ur best buddy changes to a totally diff person, etc.. Stayed there till 12+, had some coconut juice n they sent mi home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110710830468723917?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110710830468723917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110710830468723917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110710830468723917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110710830468723917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-to-orchard-lib-wif-ron-in-early.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110706167129867059</id><published>2005-01-30T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:30:39.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After being woken up by my sis for some boliao issues in the morning, had 8 hotdogs n 2 pieces of bread for breakfast. Dropped by CGH to visit my bro n grabbed another hotdog as well as a carrot cake from the cafe there. My sis drove me to my grandma's place to visit her, and suddenly I realized that I was running late for meeting Laibao.
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Took a train from Serangoon all the way to Bugis, hoping dat I wouldn't run late. But there's some kids playing on the escalator n blocking the way, causing me to miss a train. "oh shit..", i thought as I looked at the LCD.. 6 mins to next train..
&lt;p&gt;
Laibao had gone up to Kinokuniya to look ard while waiting for my arrival, so I went up to look for him there after I reached Bugis. As Laibao didn't have any intentions to do any cny shopping, we went straight to Simlim as I wanted to check out some prices n wireless router stuff for Ro, as well as keep a lookout for any potential digital cameras.
&lt;p&gt;
Jayson drove Ron n Ro to pick me up at Simlim in the evening. We went to Victoria Street for meepok, den Jay drove us up Mt Faber to check out some place there. Went to Ron's hse to get Ro's bike which was parked there, den we made our way to Ro's hse to get his car as Jayson would be going off soon.
&lt;p&gt;
Slacked ard outside Ro's hse for a while before going to some arcade at Clarke Quay to pick Andrew up. We went to my hse and slacked ard there, as well as to get my terrapins which Ro n I were going to set free. Ron was knocked out by the Z monster on my bed, while Andrew was entertained by my Flame of Recca comics, and I was trying to demonstrate HL2 to Ro. We washed the tank before leaving, so my terrapins could at least spend their last moments wif mi in a clean tank.
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Next, Ro drove us to some pond at ECP, so we could set the terrapins free. Ro n I took a terrapin each, and released them at the edge of the pond. The terrapins seemed quite lost in their new environment.. Hope they can adapt n survive there..
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Our final destination for the day - the arcade at Marina Bay. Played the usual, and Ro drove mi home after dat.. Enjoyable day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110706167129867059?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110706167129867059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110706167129867059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110706167129867059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110706167129867059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-being-woken-up-by-my-sis-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110694077314314924</id><published>2005-01-29T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After lessons yesterday, went hospital to visit my bro, den went home for dinner, bath n slp. My energy level seems to be dropping tremendously these few days, and I can sleep as early as 11 and still wake up at 7 feeling tired. Can remember myself waking up a few times before it's the actual time to wake up, though.
&lt;p&gt;
My dad's car broke down in the morning due to engine overheat while driving me to CCK for my lessons. Tink I scared liao, next time drive haf to keep monitoring the temperature meter. Today's the last day of my course, and I got to finish and leave early. Immediately, I made my way to Ron's hse, and reached at around 4.30, and Ro was already there. We went to somewhere in the neighborhood to send some postcards, buy flowers, buy fish food n buy Ron's father's food. I spotted a flying lizard on a tree near the post office, and I actually provoked by throwing twigs at it, it just to watch it fly. It performed it's stunt once, but on the 2nd time when I actually wanted to show Ron that the lizard can actually *fly*, I kept missing, and in the end, it climbed higher n higher into the treetop where by twigs couldn't reach at all.
&lt;p&gt;
After getting everyting done, we went back to Ron's hse to slack for a while, den went to Victoria Street for Meepok, much to Ron's reluctance of eating meepok again.. wahahah.. I took Ron's bike there, n the evening traffic was so damn heavy along the way dat Aearon was cursing n swearing along the entire journey there.
&lt;p&gt;
We made our way to our favorite spot after our dinner - the arcade at Marina Bay. I 4got to bring my Ghost Squad card today, so I played using Ron's card. I tried out some sniper rifle in the game today (SPR11), and found that it actually boosts my accuracy rating by alot (normally i can only get 1700+ or so, whereas I could get 26000 with dat rifle). As usual, I played a few games of Para Para n Percussion Freaks. In addition, I tried the guitar simulator with Aearon, and found dat it's actually quite a fun game as well.
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Made our way to boat quay at ard 10+, and juz sat there, tok cok, and tell lame jokes/riddles. Haf to admit that some of the lame jokes are actually quite funny.. After it was past midnite, Ron sent mi home n we sat downstairs at my void deck to tok cok for a while n rest, cuz Ron was getting sleepy. Chatted till he was ready to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110694077314314924?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110694077314314924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110694077314314924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110694077314314924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110694077314314924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-lessons-yesterday-went-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110674682761222399</id><published>2005-01-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both yesterday n today had been long days for mi.. Yesterday work until late late, den drop by hospital to visit my brother who's having dengue fever.. Today got lessons until late late oso (but better than going back to my camp..), den went visit him at hospital again..
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Guess I gotta log out from here early tonite cuz I've still got lots of stuff to settle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110674682761222399?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110674682761222399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110674682761222399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110674682761222399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110674682761222399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/both-yesterday-n-today-had-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110658005500822029</id><published>2005-01-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was forced to clear my remaining half-day off today, so I was left with a free afternoon/evening. Met up with Raymond at Bugis, to do MORE cny shopping. At Seiyu, I saw this cool Kappa windbreaker for 39.90, and couldn't resist it, so there I went with my NETs. Looked at some shoes, only to realize that I really couldn't afford ANY of them, except the stupid New Balance ones, which, obviously, I ain't gonna buy even if I'm paid a million bucks to do so.
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Soon, we left for Bugis Village, where I succumbed to the temptation of getting a pair of berms/3-quarters. Raymond got his pair of jeans at $18 from some shops on the 2nd storey. There were really soo many variety and shops there that we decided to skip some cuz we were juz too lazy to walk thru all of them.
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Raymond wanted to go Sim Lim Square to look ard for nothing in particular, so I decided to take the chance to look ard to chk out the price of a digital camera as well as a wireless router/wireless usb adapter. On a few occasions, I got tempted to make purchases again, and Raymond had to LITERALLY stop me by pulling me away from the source of temptation..
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In the evening, we started making our way back to Raymond's house as I wanted to duplicate some of his CDs to bring home, as well as install some stuff on his N-Gage. Slowly made my way home as I didn't wanna reach home too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110658005500822029?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110658005500822029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110658005500822029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110658005500822029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110658005500822029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-forced-to-clear-my-remaining.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110649676124886776</id><published>2005-01-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could barely manage to open my eyes when I heard my fone ring dis morning. It was Eddy, asking me if I wanted to go Changi Village for breakfast, since he'd be going home from there in the morning. I slacked for a while, den went to have Nasi Lemak wif him. We had 4 mugs of sugar cane juice in total. Choon Huat wasn't open until I finished my nasi lemak, and by then I was too full to eat anymore.
&lt;p&gt;
After breakfast we went ard to look at fishing equipment. I bought dis 3-piece telescope rod which feels extremely strong. We took a bus to Tampines cuz Eddy wanted to take the train home, and I bought some blank CDs from Challenger along the way. Initially I intended to see Eddy home and then go home and sleep, but halfway Laibao talked about some sales at Safe Superstore and so I headed to Laibao's hse after seeing Eddy home, leaving my rod and CDs at his house. Watched Laibao play Final Fantasy at his hse and had lunch there, and we went downstairs to Safe at ard 3.30.
&lt;p&gt;
Initially I was considering getting a microwave oven for my room, but decided that it would be too much madness to do so. Instead I juz looked around, while Laibao looked for his VCD player and settled the payment. We went home shortly after that. Guess I'm really too tired lately.. I took a bath immediately upon reaching home, ate some stuff, and dropped dead on my bed, only to wake up at 11pm.
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Still so tired now though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110649676124886776?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110649676124886776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110649676124886776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110649676124886776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110649676124886776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/could-barely-manage-to-open-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110642239350124624</id><published>2005-01-23T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the late morning, I burned some CD, then went to my cousin's house to help her reformat and restore her computer. Had lunch at her house.. My aunt's deep-fried prawn fritters rock~ Due to my inexperience in wireless LAN n stuff like that, it took me more than 3 hours to restore her computer. I realized that I was running late for my meet-out with my Poly Yr 3 classmates, so I left her to do some installation herself, and took a cab down to Clarke Quay to meet them.
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The malay cab driver who drove me there is probably the best cab driver I've encountered so far. He was frenly, drove safely, and was damn easy-going. My final fare was $12.20, and he decided to charge me $12. Later on, he lowered the fare further down to $10. Too bad I forgot to take down his cab number so I could send compliments abt him to Comfort..
&lt;p&gt;
I actually got a little lost in Clarke Quay, but vaguely remembering the route I took with Laibao before, I managed to find my way to the MRT station, where we were supposed to meet. Baoqin, Betty, Shufen, Evelyn, Don, Aaric, Nik, Weisong and Ron turned up. Soon, everyone arrived, and we made our way to look for somewhere to have dinner at. Most of us haven't changed much, except for Aaric, who was in Armani hairstyle when he used to have long hair.
&lt;p&gt;
At first, we suggested going to RennThai for some Thai food, but the gals decided that it was too expensive there, so we changed our mind and went to some Indonesian seafood restaurant (forgot the name of the restaurant). We ordered some BBQ seafood combo set. The sample shown in the posters and menu didn't look very appetizing, but I found it delicious when I had the 1st bite.
&lt;p&gt;
After dinner, most of them decided to leave so we parted. Dunno if the outing can be considered a success, cuz we did get to meet after all, but didn't really get to tok much to one another, especially between the guys and the gals.
&lt;p&gt;
After everyone left, Ron n I looked for Andrew at the arcade, then Jayson came to pick us up, together with Ro. We went to some club at Queenstown to play billiard. We played 2 games each - Aearon vs Jayson, Roland vs Andrew vs me. I got trashed terribly on both games. The table juz seemed so damn big to me sia.. It was quite an interesting game with Ron n Andrew, and we had so much fun laughing n joking ard.
&lt;p&gt;
Jayson drove us to Ro's hse after the game, so Ro could get his car as Jayson had to leave. And to the usual place we went - the arcade at Marina Bay. Played ghost squad and I finally got promoted to Captain. Para Para n Percussion Freaks too, as usual. There was once a really fast song on Percussion Freaks where Ron, Ro n mi failed to complete, despite taking only 2 percussions each. This time, with Andrew the CYMBAL PRO taking the cymbals for us, we finally managed to clear that damn song.
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At ard 12.15, Ro drove us to Bedok 85 market for supper. After eating and returning to the car, we realized that we juz kenna a summon. Those carpark attendants are scary, sneaking ard at nite to eat $30s from ppl.. We initially thought that it would be free parking on Sunday, onli to realized that it only starts from 7am. What crap..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110642239350124624?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110642239350124624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110642239350124624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110642239350124624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110642239350124624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-late-morning-i-burned-some-cd-then.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110633189773769045</id><published>2005-01-22T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up today and found myself rushing for my driving lesson. Still feel so damn tired, cuz didn't really slp much throughout the week. I met my instructor at Paya Lebar, den drove to Bishan and Ang Mo Kio, then to Toa Payoh to try some U-turn. Couldn't do quite alot of things with my left wrist down (anything which required me to turn left more than 1/2 round). Made lots of mistakes today, probably cuz I was still feeling damn sleepy. And following that, my instruction started to shout at me and created lots of pressure, and I made even more mistakes cuz of that. Never-ending cycle... Sianzz..
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My lesson ended at Toa Payoh Central, and there were stll about 2+ hours before meeting Eddy. Walked around Toa Payoh, and only managed to waste half an hour at most. Feeling that I needed to do something more productive to waste my time, I took 145 all the way to Bugis juz to cut my hair, then walked towards City Hall MRT station via Suntec n CityLink. N guess wad. In the end I was 3 mins late. Eddy thought I would be VERY late and so he went up to the shopping centre above to walk, so in the end I was the one waiting for him. Waahhaa.. After meeting up with him, we went to the area around Peninsula Plaza to see if there was anything to buy for the upcoming cny, then went to some budget shops and 7-eleven to stock up on drinks so we could bring it to Marina South to drink while having our steamboat. There would be no way we were going to pay for the EXPENSIVE drinks there.
&lt;p&gt;
We went to Zheng Fa Huo Hai Xian for our steamboat. The place was so damn crowded with people. Luckily it was easy for us to find a table as there were more small tables available than big ones. The staff there were so busy that it took them quite some time to set up everything for us. In the end we even had to carry our own chairs. Anyway we saw this group of gals who screamed n screamed when one of the guys there dunked a jumping-live prawn into the boiling soup. So damn kaopei.. Could feel my eardrums going to shatter into a million fragments anything. After we settled down, we decided to take turns getting our food so we could look after our belongings. Eddy started the ball rolling, and soon we were bbqing and boiling funny stuff.
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Contrary to the fact that we went to a live seafood steamboat restaurant, we actually ate more cooked food than bbq'ed or boiled stuff. We acquired 2 cups by making a single order of soyabean drinks, finishing the soyabean, then pouring our stocked Peelfresh juice into the cups under the table so the staff there would not see and confiscate our beloved Peelfresh. For the uncooked food, we actually only touched a small portion of it. Really had no idea of what happened to my appetite today - I surrendered quite early. Eddy didn't last long either. Who knows, they might have put some appeitite-supressants in the food to make us feel full so they can cut cost on their food. Or it might very well be due to the fact that we ate too much starchy or oily stuff. We sat there to tok cok for some time, and gave out our live seafood coupon as we did not redeemed it and did not want to waste it. The lucky 'winner' of that coupon was.. this angmoh guy sitting beside us, accompanied by a chinese couple. I went up to the angmoh and explained in english about wanting to give them the coupon and stuff like that, but he did not seemed to understand mi. I tried speaking to the couple instead, and they didn't understand mi as well. It was only after a while we discovered they were actually chinese nationals who sucked ass in their english language, even that angmoh.
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After leaving the restaurant, we went to the arcade next door where I always play Ghost Squad wif Ron n Ro. The reason I went there - Ghost Squad, Para Para and Percussion Freaks again. I tried Ghost Squad with Eddy, and realized how much I need Aearon/Roland after we died in the first mission which was at level 1.. Actually I don't really know how time in the arcade managed to pass so fast. A game of Ghost Squad, Para Para and Percussion Freaks actually took us 1hrs and 45mins all the way from 8 till 9.45. Eddy would be having his ns duty tmr, so we didn't really want to stay there for long. After a long wait and my last game of Percussion Freaks, we went outside and *tried* to wait for the bus. After seeing how crowded each passing bus was, I decided to call my sister and ask her to send Eddy home.
&lt;p&gt;
My mum was with my sis when she came (and best part is.. she actually told my sis that I was in Marina Square when I was really in Marina Bay, and caused my sis to look around for me in Marina Square). After sending Eddy back to his hse, we met up wif my dad and went for dinner at Geylang. I was still too full to eat, so I juz sat there and watch them eat. My sis and dad drove home after that, and it was funny to see that my sis actually tried to overtake my dad and how they were trying to out-run each other the moment the traffic light turned green. My sis parked her car at the carpark next to my hse, then we took my dad's car to some temple in Changi, for wadever reason. I'm not a believer, but decided to go with them juz to have a look around. There was this piece of stone there which is said to display 4D numbers to ppl who stare at it.. Doesn't seem to make a lot of sense, but my mum actually squatted there for 15 mins, trying very hard to 'see' the numbers. We went back to the car to wait for her, and went home after that.
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Sianzz.. Gotta slp now.. tomorrow still need to wake up quite early. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110633189773769045?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110633189773769045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110633189773769045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110633189773769045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110633189773769045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/woke-up-today-and-found-myself-rushing.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110625937130229321</id><published>2005-01-21T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I was told to have a half day off from work. Was so glad cuz I was quite tired and could finally have some rest.
&lt;p&gt;
Initially decided to rest at home in the afternoon, but Ron sms'ed me and asked me if I want to go do some new-year shopping. I chose going out over staying at home, as always.
&lt;p&gt;
Met up with Ron at Bugis Parco, and walked around, looking for stuff to buy. I didn't have anything specific on my shopping list, so I juz bought as I shopped. Got a new Billabong wallet to replace the old 'Tough' wallet which was quite tattered, and bought a funky hot pad for my grandma as well.
&lt;p&gt;
Next we moved on to Bugis Village. The jeans selling in one of the shops were damn cheap - $18 for a pair. I didn't get any, however, cuz didn't really like the design. Got a T-shirt there which says 'God is busy. Can I help you?' with a devil's face after the line 'God is busy'. Main reason why I liked the shirt is cuz I'm actually tickled by the lame joke on the shirt itself.
&lt;p&gt;
We went back to the parking lot at Parco to get Ron's bike, and on the way out, the gate refused to open even though Ron had already paid his parking when coming in. We were trying to figure out wad to do when this stupid truck from behind came and pressurized Aearon, causing him to slot his cashcard into some weird reader and the crap ended up deducting $5+ from his cashcard. Wilson Parking system sux and cocks up. Can remember how Ron was cursing and swearing all the way from Bugis to Beach Road.
&lt;p&gt;
We bought a drink at Golden Mile Food Centre, then went up to look for Aearon's shoes. After that I tried going to Soh Brothers' to look for my waterproof pouch, but didn't manage to find one there. Thought I would leave Beach Road empty handed until I finally came across dis sports shop when we were about to leave. Tried my luck there, and managed to get what I want.. woohoo.. can go kayaking with my handphone liao.
&lt;p&gt;
Next we went to Suntec and I went to get some car-racing VCDs for my sis and for myself. Quite cheap, $25 for 3 pieces. Only thing is the damn thing is in jap with subtitle in chinese, and I can't read chinese. But who cares anyway, I juz wanna watch the cars.. Anyway I went to Nokia Care to try to get my N-Gage earpiece repaired/replaced, but they say my warranty does not cover it cuz the button on the earpiece is missing. Dammit.. Not like as if I took it out and threw it away on purpose.. Instead of buying an expensive N-Gage headset, I decided to try to get a cheap normal earphone instead. Got a decent Panasonic one for $13. We walked around to look for Ron's new year clothes, and went to the Esplanade after that, to look for some books at the library. I owe Aearon 100 pushups for losing the bet that the national library is at Esplanade =P
&lt;p&gt;
Ro, Guan n Andrew had reached Suntec a little while later, and we went back to Suntec, getting Ron's book at Sans Bookstore along the way. Saw a book entitled 'The Best Guide to Online Dating'.. wahahaha... all sorts of funny crap stuff, which might be 'useful' for Ro and mi..
&lt;p&gt;
After meeting up wif the rest at Carrefoure, we went for dinner, then to Tower Records for a little while, and finally to the arcade upstairs. Tried DDR with Ron, which I did very badly as usual. Later on we went to try out dis new machine called 'Martial Beat', whereby they play some music and have a martial arts demonstrator on the screen and u juz have to mimic what the demonstrator does. Ro pro in that wo!! We had a good laugh at how we play. Anyway dis gal came up to Ron and asked him to play DDR with her. Too bad the gal not chio.. Aearon play till he sweat so much, but we played another 2 games after that. Chose wrong song and wasted one coin.. damn.. We oso continued to try that Martial Beat thingy until 10+ then went outside to sit down, tok cok and make 'MTV's with my fone.. wahaha.. "Y got that *orgasm* look??" (quoted from Guan). Later on my sis came and fetch me and they went home.
&lt;p&gt;
My sis drove me to Kallang Mac to get some supper for my mum and for myself as well. I applied for some Macdonald membership thing, which gives 5 free burgers upon registration (if u fill in everything). Got some black pepper beef meal. Couldn't resist the temptation and finished mine on the car. Suddenly I realized that Ron's book was still with me, so I decided to go his house to pass it to him later. Brought the Macdonald meal home to my mum, took with me the singlet I'm supposed to pass to Ron, and took my sis's car to his house.
&lt;p&gt;
My sis n I still didn't feel like going home, so we decided to catch Seed of Chucky at Plaza Singapura. Reached PS quite early at 1.20 when the show was supposed to be at 1.55. Slacked around, stocked up on some snacks n drinks, then went into the cinema early.
&lt;p&gt;
Show was quite lame, but still got quite alot of funny parts (like Tiffany calling the 'Recovery Hotline' and crying over the fone). Still, I tink I would have enjoyed 'Aviator' better.
&lt;p&gt;
Finally felt tired after the show, so we decided to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110625937130229321?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110625937130229321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110625937130229321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110625937130229321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110625937130229321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-morning-i-was-told-to-have-half.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110615549438840037</id><published>2005-01-20T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:21:23.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today work ended early for mi cuz I was having ultrasound treatment in the afternoon. Decided to get Ron n Ro to meet up to play Ghost Squad. The damn ultrasound treatment took so damn long today, but can't really blame the therapist who was on attachment cuz I could tell she really wanted to get to know my condition better. And spent quite alot of time interviewing me. Anyway I was meeting Ro at Marina at 6 and I thought I was gonna be late, but managed to reach there on time. Still, Ro was the one waiting for me, as always. Got to ride in Ro's bike for the 1st time today, with a Hello Kitty sticker right in front of my face thruout the ride (pasted onto Ro's helmet.. wahhaha).
&lt;p&gt;
Ron came to meet us later on, and in the meantime we Ghosted quite a number of times, along with one round of Para Para. We played another couple of games after Ron came, and then left for Suntec.
&lt;p&gt;
For some weird reason, the time at Suntec seemed to have passed so damn fast. We onli visited a few shops, looked at some items n tried to do some new-year-window-shopping, but it was 9.15 soon, and most shops were starting to close. Wanted to get a new wallet initially, so decided to look around. Wallet Shop closed. OP closed. Think can forget about it. The only place still open was Carrefoure. Liwei called and asked me if I wanted to go Fisherman's Village, but I decided to get back to him after having dinner with Ron n Ro.
&lt;p&gt;
We went to have dinner at a kopitiam opposite You Tiao Da Wang at Geylang. Had prawn noodles. The guy taking the order was so damn fucked up. Trying to trick us into ordering the ones with the 'medium' prawns instead of 'regular' prawns, but didn't tell us that the price differs until after quite some while. His business strategy/gimmick failed. Wahaha. But I actually felt so stupid to order a plate of Orh Hiam from him for $8. Maybe I was juz too hungry.
&lt;p&gt;
After dinner, we decided to.. see kweis!! Some stupid china pros tried to humiliate me by making fun of my splinted hand when I rudely rejected her and walked away. And there were really some cannot-make-it ones, like one indian who's probably from Sri Lanka. Some of them were really chio though, and we thought abt dis stupid idea about giving them 30 bucks juz to take a pic of them. Of cuz, we were onli toking cock. Walked for a few rounds den went to You Tiao Da Wang for a 2nd round of food. Ordered beancurd, beancurd drinks n You Tiao n some carrot cake which seems more like omelette. Chitchat for quite some time there, then after footing the bill I realized it was already 12+, and Liwei and the rest were already in Fisherman's Village, and I was worried they might leave soon so I decided not to meet them.
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Just some thoughts I'd like to share/vent on. Really dun understand y SAF has such a horrible culture. And why people would follow that culture. About being superficial, believing what can only be seen, and being overly-suspicious of ppl, not being sensitive to others' feelings, and having a bigger ego. Before I went NS, I already had this feeling that I'm won't be able to find someone worthy of being a true fren in NS. N so far I'm damn right. N SAF can eat my shit for using propaganda on ppl. Whoever succumbs to those propaganda is a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110615549438840037?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110615549438840037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110615549438840037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110615549438840037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110615549438840037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-work-ended-early-for-mi-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110605839484154041</id><published>2005-01-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another 2 fucked up days at work.. N with some fucked up colleagues/superiors as well. Which makes me hate the army more n more by each passing day. Not like I don't hate the army enough.. I swear that I'm going to dump all my army equipment or anything SAF-related into the rubbish chute after my NS if I'm not liable for reservice. N I'll surely hate anyone who say any good things about SAF (not like SAF have ANY good thing at all to talk about, besides providing a credit card for use at polyclinics and hospitals). N I'll despise anyone who takes on an NS culture.
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Work aside, I've made some changes to my blog. Now u can actually add/view comments to each entry in my blog. Hope u guys make use of it.
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As expected, my skin is starting to peel real bad cuz of the sunburn. I predicted the peeling to begin on Tues nite. And now I'm proven right.
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Lately I'm busy working on something to put up on my website. That's why I haven been writing much in my blog lately. Sorry abt dat, n stay tuned. Should be complete after this week. In the meantime I'll post the "rich" history of the handphones I've used, in chronological order.
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(1997) Some fucked up Motorola flip-fone. Not the 'Da Ge Da' though. I haven't discovered SMS back then. All I can say is dat the battery life sucks.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(1998) A fucked up Ericsson fone. Forgot the model, just remember that it's big n bulky. Battery life sucks too, and I ended up finishing the battery when I was in Europe for 2 weeks, and I forgot to bring my charger with me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(1999) Finally, a not-so-fucked up Ericsson flip-fone. Single-line display only though. I had juz learned to use SMS then, and a single-line SMS is definitely not a leisure to use. School didn't allow handphones then, but I managed to smuggle it in occasionally without getting caught. Anyway I did some stupid modification and screwed the fone up totally.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2000 - 2001) A much better Ericsson flip-fone. Model is T18 or T21 if I remember correctly. Finally, a multi-line display for my SMS needs. The fone had the sad ending of ending up in the hands of the thief who stole my entire pouch along wif the fone n my md player.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2001 - 2002) Nokia 3310. My 1st Nokia fone, which was a bday gift from my sis. The games 'Snake II' and 'Space Impact' n 'Bantumi' were the onli games that could be played on the fone. However, I began to realize that the fone was damn resistant against impact.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2003) Nokia 5210. Was so damn happy when my dad came to me one day and asked if I wanted the fone, cuz it was the exact fone I was aiming for. Shock, splash n dust resistant. Was quite fascinated by the WAP function, and used it to access ICQ.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2003) Nokia 3530. Very similar to the 3310, except it was color-screen, could run Java applications, had MMS, and had polyphonic ringtones. I was aiming for 5100 then, but I juz couldn't resist the urge to join the color-fone community, so I bought this fone for the time being. Anyway, the fone was onli $34 with my Starhub MTVCode plan.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2003 - 2004) Nokia 5100. One of my favorite fones. Basically an upgraded version of the 5210, with color screen, Java capability, radio, MMS n polyphonic ringtones. I bought an infrared port for my PC to transfer stuff into the fone, as well as write programs to run on the fone. Bought the camera headset juz so that I could have a 'camera' with me all the time, but was disappointed at the capture quality. But i still loved the fone so much that I decided not to trade it in after getting my next fone, so I gave the fone away.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2004 - 2005) N-Gage. My first symbian-OS fone, which is really power-packed to the brim. The MP3 quality really rocks, and I installed lots of funny funny stuff like a Javascript-enabled web browser, a MSN messenger client, etc. In fact I can say that it doubles up as my 'portable computer'. The bulk and sidetalking of the fone juz can't bring down the fact dat dis is a great fone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(2004 - 2005) Nokia 7610. Another symbian-OS fone, which I use together with my N-Gage. personally I still prefer N-Gage over dis fone, but at the same time attracted by the megapixel camera and newer OS version of this fone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110605839484154041?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110605839484154041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110605839484154041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110605839484154041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110605839484154041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-2-fucked-up-days-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110605640839215608</id><published>2005-01-17T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:34:27.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was totally shagged out by yesterday's activities, so I refused to pull myself out of bed until 2.30pm. Basically did nothing for the entire afternoon, except surf abit of net and played abit of games.
&lt;p&gt;
Went Ron's hse in the evening, browsed around his MP3s while waiting for him to get prepared, and took his motorbike to Marina South to meet Ro, as usual on a typical Sunday evening. Played.. U should have guessed.. Ghost Squad, Para Para n Percussion Freaks. Stayed there till 11, before Ron n Ro sent mi home.
&lt;p&gt;
My sunburn really hurts like hell.. N my wrist seem to hurt more after the kayaking session yesterday. But have to enjoy myself while I can, cuz I dunno how long I won't be able to kayak after my operation. 
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Really can't stand having a disabled wrist. Should have told the doctor to let me go for the operation immediately instead of trying out physiotherapy =(..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110605640839215608?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110605640839215608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110605640839215608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110605640839215608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110605640839215608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/was-totally-shagged-out-by-yesterdays_17.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110582053719605701</id><published>2005-01-16T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:20:10.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>Had a REALLY long day today. Woke up at 10.30, n started rushing to pack my stuff for kayaking. It's been more than half a year since i've last kayaked, thanks to the organization i bear deep hatred for - SAF. I was supposed to meet Zhihong at the Changi Village market at 11.30, but i reached at 12 juz becuz i missed a bus n had to wait for like 20 mins for the next. Zhihong had finished his lunch by the time i reached there, n he was juz standing there waiting for me.
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Without any delay, we made our way to Changi Sea Sports Club. Quite alot had changed there. First, the construction site opposite the club has turned into an empty patch of grass field. I noticed that the partitions in the bathroom has been demolished as well, replaced by a new open-concept style. Administration-wise, there's no longer a need to sign the log book, and the kayak number will be assigned to u when u make ur rental. N Zaik seems to have lost weight as well. Mingteck, though, still remains the same. Naggy as usual.. wahahah.. but still the great teacher down there.
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Soon, we got all our stuff n set out to the canal behind the club to look for Mingteck n to let Zhihong practise his skills as well. For mi, I've somehow lost touch of my hand-rolls. Couldn't manage to do any until later on. Lost my hanging draw completely. Wonder how i'm going to go for my 4-star river n 5-star open-sea..
&lt;p&gt;
At around 2, we left our kayaks on the grass-patch n went back to the club to rest n chitchat for a while, only to be nagged at the moment we got back for leaving our kayaks there n not turning them around n stuff like that. Luckily Mingteck didn't see it or we're gonna get nagged at for the entire afternoon there. Aniwae, we went out to the sea. The waves were like damn huge as compared to when I last came. Talk abt tsunamis.. Maybe the huge waves are just the effects of the recent tsunami.
&lt;p&gt;
Despite my problematic wrist, I could still paddle rather quickly. Did stupid things like chasing the waves, just sitting there and watching Zhihong, n talking cock wif him at the same time. Some rough sand got into my kayak and throughout, I rubbed my heels against the sand a number of times and ended up with a bad blister. I was starting to feel the sunburn, though my eyes were still rather resilient against the sea-water. I suggested leaving early to avoid having to squeeze into a crowded bathroom with the trainees. We left shore at around 4.30, washed up our equipment n went to bathe. Good thing we managed to finish up before the trainees even started to stream in. Aniwae, I juz sat at the bench to feed the mosquitoes and wait for Zhihong to finish shitting. After feeding enuf mosquitoes, we went to the market to grab some food, and to check on the Choon Huat gals at the same time. We were disappointed - cuz they weren't around.
&lt;p&gt;
I took a bus n reached home at 6.45, hoping to get some rest before meeting Ron n Ro later on in the nite. However, Laibao suggested going out, so I was like 'ahh.. okay..' Can never resist the temptation to go out, walk walk, see stuff, n have fun. We met the same time and place as we did yesterday. 7.45 at Aljunied MRT platform. I quickly took a shit n rushed out once again. We went Orchard today. Initially I wanted to go to the Bloomington at Heeren's to get the ant's nest, but decided that spending $40 on an ant's nest isn't that worth it after all. Wanted to buy some other weird 'artifacts' (like the coin shrinker or anti-gravity top), but managed to resist the temptation to spend the $. In the end, spent more on eating at KFC, den Mac. But had to control my calorie intake liao cuz I've eaten very heavily for the past few days, so I decided to be more forgiving at Mac's n had a simple ice-cream cone. We walked around till 10.15, and I decided it was time to go meet Ron n Ro, so we headed for the MRT Station. Talked more cock as usual, before Laibao went off the train. Next stop - Changi Village (or Tanah Merah + bus).
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Ron, Ro n Jayson were at sitting at Airfield Restaurant when I reached Changi Village. Could tell they've just gorged on a round of Tim Sum, judging from the empty Tim Sum containers on the table, as well as chilli-sauce-stained plates n empty cans of Jia Jia Liang Teh. Decided to abstain from anymore eating, but didn't manage to resist and ended up ordering some chicken paus, shrimp dumplings n hakka tofu in the end. Good ting got Ro help me finish off.. wahhaha.. We sat there, watched soccer, made comments about a lady who looked like a pig, n bio gals (n bapoks) till 12+ den went around to see bapoks. Spotted the one who scolded Gary the other time, but the angmoh-like one was hardly around. 1 round of walking + 3 rounds of driving around the circuit was enough, and we decided to go look for some place with pool or billiard. Went Tampines and the K-Pool over there seem to have closed. The one at Katong Shopping Centre seemed to have closed as well. In the end we went to Megapool. Jayson was driving us, and I must really have sucked at directing him.. 'turn left, turn right, turn left'.. Almost directed him into the wrong place a number of times. Miracle that we reached Megapool in the end.. Really miss that place, considering how long I've not been there for. Hope can go there pak pool with Eddy soon, juz like before. Aniwae we played a number of games till the place closed at 3, den Jayson drove mi and the rest home.
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Now my whole body is aching. Going to get some rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110582053719605701?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110582053719605701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110582053719605701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110582053719605701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110582053719605701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110572216852649026</id><published>2005-01-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:39.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid camp.. today friday supposed to knock off at 5 den dunno y everyone delay until 6.30 den leave camp.. reach home 7 liao..
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went home, shit, change n pack my stuff, den went down to aljunied mrt station platform to meet Laibao. at dat point of time, we haven even decided where to go.. it was onli when the train passed by bugis dat we remember we haven decide.. so, we decided on bugis in the end.
&lt;p&gt;
i still dun understand my recent attraction towards toy stores. seems like i wanna go into every toy store n look at every single piece of toy down there, save, hello kitty n barbie doll. wanted to look for dat ant's nest (yes, for rearing REAL ants.. they can go in but can't come out), but was disappointed to find out that they dun sell it. continued down to v8 to look at some electronics. planning to get a digital camera with optical zoom. no good deals there. aniwae we juz walked ard, wif Laibao attracted towards cd shops n vcd shops as usual.
&lt;p&gt;
was getting kindda famished, but i wanted to let Laibao try subway, so we headed towards suntec. didn't go to the subway at shaw tower cuz i haven been to the one at suntec for ages. passed by auntie annie's along the way, n i grabbed a pretzel juz out of curiosity as i've never tried it before.
&lt;p&gt;
we passed by the fountain of wealth as well, n i was talking lots of crap abt why we should not touch the fountain - about bangalahs wiping their asses wif their hands n touching the fountain, abt ppl who live in the drain coming to touch the fountain (of cuz i was exaggerating), etc.. when we reached subway, Laibao had no idea on how to order tings there, so i ordered mine so Laibao could c. had a teriyaki chicken sandwich n 2 cookiez. i was like gonna burst after eating that in addition to the pretzel i've had earlier on. n to tink that those old folks always say that u can never get full on bread...
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after our subway, we decided to walk around. found an IT show crap in the halls of suntec, n decided to have a look-see to see if i can find any good digital cameras. i managed to find a good one (canon powershot n some model number) at $349. catch is, it's a time limited offer which would end in 2 days time, n i have to wait until i collect my angpao before i can buy it. dammit. then i experienced a very sucky feeling again - tink it's due to the coke i took at subway, i kept having to go to the toilet =(..
&lt;p&gt;
most of the shops had closed by then, n we still wanna walk, so i suggested esplanade n the river there. partial reason was i wan Laibao to listen to some funny, but vulgar, ringtones, n we haf to find a spot where sound wouldn't project so easily. earlier on i had tried to let Laibao listen to one of them, onli to press someting wrong n the volume went haywire n it was too late before i could turn the volume off. hope no one remembers our faces. aniwaez, we made our way to esplanade via citylink.
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i came across this chocolate shop at the esplanade, and they were have some chocolate-coated fresh strawberries, n i decided to give it a shot. not very cheap though, $5 for 6 strawberries. but ahh.. it's ok to spend once in a while.. went to the river outside to walk, till we come across the merlion. considering it's so-called reputation, it's funny to see that there's actually an openable hatch on the merlion's back.. too bad i've forgotten to take a photo =(.. i've took lots of other pics though, including one shot to see if my camera fone can manage to capture the nite sky. i'll post them all up one day.
&lt;p&gt;
at ard 11, we started making our way back to city hall, buying n eating some ice-cream along the way. when we arrived at city hall mrt station, it wasn't the last train yet. took it back to aljunied with Laibao, then took a bus from Ho Kee Pau bus-stop.
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waiting for Eddy to finish his field camp n book out nxt week so we can go eat Ho Kee Pau together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110572216852649026?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110572216852649026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110572216852649026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110572216852649026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110572216852649026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/stupid-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110555042642524961</id><published>2005-01-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:39.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another home-staying day, except went to hospital for a while in the afternoon for my physiotherapy.. today the doctors decided to try to use ultrasound treatment for my hand.. no feeling at all.
&lt;p&gt;
come home, play doom3 den abit of halflife n halflife2. my bro n his fren Sam was watching mi play, so i wouldn't get scared dat easily. aniwae i decided to give up playing doom3 liao.. sucky game.. play until i so pek cek.
&lt;p&gt;
went arcade wif Ron n Ro at nite. played ghost squad, para para, beatmania n percussion freaks. for ghost squad, i decided to be adventurous n used a pistol-like weapon.. found out dat my accuracy actually increased, but i landed in total hot soup after Aearon died n i had to play alone. for percussion freaks, we wanted to try some of the hard songs.. the 1st hard song we tried almost made me faint.. the bars were moving like SO DAMN FAST..
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went home at ard 12. so sian now.. tinking of how i'm going to live the rest of my ns life.. cuz half a year already move so slow.. still got around 18+ months to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110555042642524961?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110555042642524961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110555042642524961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110555042642524961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110555042642524961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-home-staying-day-except-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110546695471239891</id><published>2005-01-12T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:39.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played Doom3 in the day cuz my bro was around n could get him to watch mi while i play so i wun feel so scared.. slack ard, do nth.. boring day cuz by right cannot go out when i'm on mc.
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went ron's hse dwnstairs to eat dinner n dessert.. had a bowl of red bean n a bowl of qing teng.. from Ro's auntie's store.. den chat quite alot, n den went Ro's hse play mahjong together wif Ron.. couldn't find the 4th player, so we played the 3-player style.. removed all the 'stick' ('shuo') tiles.. instead of money we play using push-ups.. wahahha.. after dat went victoria street eat meepok again..
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might be playing again tmr.. right now getting late liao yet i still dun feel like slping.. lots of thoughts going thru my mind.. mostly juz past memories.. sweet memories.. n how to revive them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110546695471239891?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110546695471239891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110546695471239891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110546695471239891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110546695471239891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/played-doom3-in-day-cuz-my-bro-was.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110528717559482590</id><published>2005-01-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:39.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo~ after so many days nv c the world liao i finally managed to go marina play arcade wif Ron n Ro.. went to Ron's hse 1st for dinner den Roland drove us there. bought my ghost squad card today n tried many tings, like percussion freaks, guitarmania n para para.. played quite alot of para para today.. did funny tings like tag-team wif Aearon (he play beginning den jump off the stage n i jump in n play chorus.. den after dat i jump off again for him to finish off), using legs instead of hands to dance, n pulling Roland up the stage..
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mc for 3 days.. dunno is blessing for curse. gd is no nid to go back to dat horrible place for 3 days.. bad ting is i m not supposed to leave my hse during my mc period, which i'm probably not going to conform to, given my restless nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110528717559482590?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110528717559482590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110528717559482590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110528717559482590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110528717559482590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/whoo-after-so-many-days-nv-c-world.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110525593684482416</id><published>2005-01-09T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:57.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Hospitalization</title><content type='html'>Sorry dat i haven been updating my blog for so long.. Talking abt bad health luck this week, the worst came on friday..
&lt;p&gt;
was down wif gastric + diarrheoa earlier on friday, but didn't see the doctor cuz everytime i did, my fucked up colleagues will start saying tings like i'm trying to laze from my work n shit like that.. fuck the army.. by late afternoon i was starting to get a high fever, n felt damn weak n cold. i even fell when walking to pick a phone call. later on someone passed a remark abt me giving excuses from getting a diskette somewhere n i was so pissed i almost passed out. went to an aircon room to slp n teach one of them do some charts. dozed off in the chair.
&lt;p&gt;
later on i heard someone trying to wake me up. tried to open my eyes but juz couldn't.. it hurt whenever i juz try to open even a tiny slit in my eye. i tried to open my mouth to speak, but couldn't - cuz i felt very breathless n was breathing very hard. worse of all, my entire body juz felt so numb.. it was like as if i was dead.
&lt;p&gt;
felt someone trying to pull me up from the chair, n subsequently a tremendous pain on my legs n hands. worst than any other physical pain i've experienced before.. felt like all my muscles were so tight that they would burst any moment. n can't remember much after dat, juz haf some faint impressions of feeling a horrible coldness n ppl asking me to open my eyes.
&lt;p&gt;
when i woke up i found myself in the hospital. the doctor told me some stuff i couldn't understand n placed me on drip. my mum n my sis were here.
&lt;p&gt;
later on i was transferred to a ward to stay. my first thoughts were 'oh shit.. wkend wasted..'.. aniwae i managed to walk right rather soon though there was some kind of cramp in my calf.. n i looked like a crab walking sideways. went to the toilet, changed into the stupid patient clothes n accepted the horrible fate of having to spend my fri nite or even the whole of saturday in a hospital. was so damn tired after the entire episode, so i slept soundly throughout the night, besides waking up to eat some food my dad brought, n to go for my xray.
&lt;p&gt;
lots of new patients were suddenly admitted into my ward the next morning. this swarm of doctors then surrounded me n started bombarding me wif questions like 'did u feel numbness?', 'did u see white spots of light?', etc. at about late afternoon, my family came to visit me, n to pass me my other hp. tings were starting to get quite boring, so i decided to sleep till evening. my mum came back in the evening with my earpiece n charger, so tings was starting to get better. soon the visiting hours were over, but i was very sure Ron n Ro would come. whoo.. indeed.. we talked quite alot of crap n soon the nurse came to 'invite' them out cuz maybe she cannot stand our crap.. after they left i juz stucked my earpiece into my ears n listened to music until abt 11.. tried to slp but couldn't, probably due to too much sleep in the afternoon n the discomfort caused by the stupid drip. tried to sweettalk the melayu nurse into removing the drip a couple of times, but she keeps saying 'doctor sae cannot'..
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tossed n turned around in bed till ard 2 before getting knocked out. the doctor came soon after i woke up. considering that the ONLY good ting abt staying in the hospital is the food at cgh, i decided to trick the doctor into discharing me today.
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'any pain?': 'no.'..
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'cough better?': 'yes..' (wtf.. i never had a cough until dis morning).
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'still got diarrheao?': 'no..'..
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'alrite.. tink u can be discharged today. u stay at home and rest for the next 3 days.'
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was kindda happy when i heard that. 3 days of mc in exchange for 1.5 days of wkend. i  sms'ed my sis immediately, n prepared to pack my stuff. soon she came n drove me home.
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and all this was just before i started typing this, besides the incident abt my bichir jumping out from his tank n i thought that a snake had juz made its way into my house n me having a hard time catching him cuz i was worried he might slither away if i try to grab it with my hands (my bichir can move DAMN fast on land.. tried n tested.).
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keep u all posted tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110525593684482416?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110525593684482416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110525593684482416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110525593684482416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110525593684482416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/hospitalization.html' title='Hospitalization'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110502461114399809</id><published>2005-01-06T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:18:42.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring day.. went back changi village to haf lunch wif my colleagues, den back to camp to endorse my medical excuse. the doctor decided to fail my ffi at the last min n pull me out of bmt.. no nid go back tekong liao..
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went home to surf net n slp.. dunno y i so sleepy.. maybe due to my eye infection. it has gotten worse than yesterday, despite me taking the antibiotics n applying the eye-cream. tink my surgery nxt week is more or less confirmed liao...
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went out for dinner wif my family, den went to see my grandma. went home after dat.
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dunno whether i shd go sparks dis wkend.. maybe not, wif my eyes in this condition. n definitely not when wearing a splint.
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to compensate for the boring entry today, here's some interesting pics about a tomato which looks like a lanjiao:
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&lt;img src="http://home.pacific.net.sg/~bludhound/images/ljtomato1.jpg"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://home.pacific.net.sg/~bludhound/images/ljtomato2.jpg"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://home.pacific.net.sg/~bludhound/images/ljtomato3.jpg"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://home.pacific.net.sg/~bludhound/images/ljtomato4.jpg"&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110502461114399809?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110502461114399809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110502461114399809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110502461114399809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110502461114399809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110493866645640880</id><published>2005-01-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:53:30.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 11.20 today and rushed to CGH to see the specialist about my wrist, not knowing that i'd spend literally the entire day there. the doctor checked my hand, looked at my x-ray films, n decided to give me physiotheraphy n steroids n warned me that if the problem still persists i might need to go for an operation to realign my tendons. i decided to forego the steroids due to the side effects n the risk of my tendon tearing if i use it too much. for the physiotheraphy, they made a splint for my hand, so as to avoid straining my thumb accidentally due to impacts. after the appointment, i decided to go to the A&amp;E dept to see the doctor about my swelling eyelid.
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the waiting time at A&amp;E for totally horrible. 2 hours just to see the doctor, whereby the doctor referred me to the specialist immediately. another hour gone. n my stomach was growling. the eye doctor made some checks to my eye, n said something about inflammation of sweat glands n stuff. she gave me 2 choices - to haf a surgery immediately to remove the pus in my eyelid, or try some medication. i chose the latter, onli to regret it now.. cuz getting more n more painful. she'll have to perform the surgery next week if tings still don't get better.
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after all dis waiting crap, i went to the tuckshop there to let it all out. gorged on 1) a mutton pau  2) a carrot cake  3) a bowl of meesoto. went home, feeling damn shagged.. fell into a deep sleep and when i woke up it was 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110493866645640880?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110493866645640880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110493866645640880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110493866645640880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110493866645640880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/woke-up-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110489489984116760</id><published>2005-01-05T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:18:05.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Pimple in the Eye</title><content type='html'>Help!!! Got a pimple grow inside my eyelid.. Damn painful.. =(.. muz be retribution for laughing at leonard when he kenna..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110489489984116760?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110489489984116760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110489489984116760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110489489984116760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110489489984116760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/pimple-in-eye.html' title='Pimple in the Eye'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110487211035511617</id><published>2005-01-05T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:53:30.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a bz day of work today, as I had to finish all my stuff cuz it was supposedly my last day at work before going for 2 days off, then to BMT. Went Simpang for dinner wif my colleagues, den home.
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Had a chat over the fone, internet, and basically did basically nothing, until at around 11.30 when my sis decided to drive around juz for the fun of it. feeling superly-bored at home, i decided to tag along. Managed to get to see the latest modification my sis made to her car - changing the air-intake grill.
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we went to Kallang to meet my sis's fren for a drink 1st. All car-siao.. tok abt cars, mods, n even stickers, etc. he decided to leave at ard 1, n having nth to do, i suggested going to fisherman's village cuz i wanted to know if it would still be open at this hour. after we reached pasir ris beach, it started drizzling, but we went on aniwae. most of the stalls at fisherman's village were closed, except perhaphs the bar there. miserable.
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both of us were feeling abit hungry, so my sis drove us to Newton Circus for supper. Though LOTs of stalls were still open at that hour, the variety of food was rather limited. the usual indian stuff (roti-prata, roti-john, etc), bbq seafood, n fried kuay teow n carrot cake. All fattening food, until i came across a stall wif soup prawn mee. went wif beehoon as it was the least fattening of all, n was surprised when the food was being served - there was very minimal oil in the soup. n really lots of prawn - 5 to be exact.
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went straight home after dinner, where we juz walked around the carpark, looking at ppl's roadtaxes n admiring n criticizing cars. i tink my hopes abt my dad passing me his Honda Accord r slowly beginning to change, cuz i don't tink i can afford the roadtax.. $970+ for half a year!??! tink i'll be better off with a Ford Focus. or a BMW 318i for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110487211035511617?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110487211035511617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110487211035511617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110487211035511617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110487211035511617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/had-bz-day-of-work-today-as-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110477338104338639</id><published>2005-01-04T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:53:30.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically another wake-up-late n watch-MaSiaoLing day today.. spent some time surfing ard the web aimlessly. in the evening Ron wanted to ask me out to play ghost squad but i didn't cuz i was gonna meet Minghao for some drinks n chat later on.
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Gary called mi to chat in the evening, n i was quite surprised as it has been some time since we've last called each other. was worried about growing fat as i couldn't really do much exercise due to the worsening condition of my hand, so i desperately tried to shed some weight by walking ard the tall staircase n steep slopy areas near my house after dinner. walked past sennett drive, lucky heights, malay cemetery, etc. i purposely walked around in circles so as to waste time as there was still a handful of time before meeting Minghao.
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at ard 10 sharp, i reached the kopitiam where we always used to meet. Minghao had juz came straight for the gym, so we went back to his house for him to put his stuff. we have not met for like half a year, so we had quite alot to catch up wif. abt how we celebrated xmas, new year, etc. abt wad we plan to do in the future. abt wad we r currently doing, etc.
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we settled down at the kopitiam behind Ming's hse later on. had 2 rounds of tea, n chitchat all the way. it was quite a great conversation, as we realized how so much has happened although time flew by so fast. n the memories juz kept coming back.. chatted till ard 11, den we went to 7-11 to get sth before heading home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110477338104338639?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110477338104338639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110477338104338639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110477338104338639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110477338104338639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/basically-another-wake-up-late-n-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110467522225077520</id><published>2005-01-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:17:25.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't really plan much for today, cuz i'm on standby for mobilisation. But in the end no mobilisation though.. phew.. woke up at ard 12, listened to some music n watched Wo He Jiang Shi You Ge Yue Hui 3 VCDs. after getting hooked for 5 episodes, i realized it was time to meet Eddy at tampines, so i changed, grabbed my bag n flew off.
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it was raining quite heavily outside, but i decided to wait for a cab in the rain instead of taking a bus as i was partially lazy n oso partially didn't want to be late. initially we wanted to catch a Seed of Chucky at century square, but it the show had already started when we reached the ticket booth, so we decided to forgo the movie. Instead, we headed straight to billy bombers for dinner. it was quite a feast - we ordered 2 fish n fries set meal n a plate of buffalo wings. we gorged ourselves n tok alot of kok along the way. maybe so carried away by the conversation that we forgot about the dessert totally. i decided to foot the bill as i've not given Eddy a treat for damn long liao.
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Eddy still had a bit of time before booking in, so we walked around tampines, and at the same time, looking for shops with photocopying services as Eddy wanted to fotocopy some map stuff. Searched high n low - either the shop didn't have the service or the machine's spoil. In the end we managed to find one after moving the the streets opposite Sogo.
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the clock was slowly ticking towards 8.15. i accompanied Eddy to pasir ris interchange, den took bus 12 home from there. no weird encounters dis time, though.
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recently, i keep having dreams about the past. abt how fun n happy life was before ns. abt the places i've been to wif my frens, tings we did, etc. my greatest regret is about why i didn't mix around wif frens n enjoy my life until poly dat time. wasted childhood/teenage. juz hope dat i can have even more adventure n frens after ns.
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i'll post some unforgettable memories onto my blog someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110467522225077520?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110467522225077520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110467522225077520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110467522225077520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110467522225077520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/didnt-really-plan-much-for-today-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110461473271602483</id><published>2005-01-02T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:53:54.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the physically n mentally taxing activities of yesterday, i could onli pull myself out of the bed at 2pm today. actually i remember looking at the clock at 11am, but didn't manage to last for a minute before the guards of dreamland caught me back. aniwae, i checked my fone and the 1st and only sms i saw was a new year greeting from Minghao. I've haven been in contact wif him for like months, n i was damn happy dat he messaged me. we had a short chat over the fone, n i managed to get his msn address so i could at least do some catching-up wif him over msn.
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i almost screamed the moment i stepped onto the hard parquet floor of my room - my toes hurt like hell! muz be the after-effects of playing soccer barefooted when i'm rough enough to kick ppl's legs again n again.
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bearing wif the pain, i did some stretching, until i could finally stand properly on both feet. did nothing much in the day, juz taught Raymond how to mud.
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initially i thought i was going to have to spend a boring nite at home when calls started coming in. my dad wanted to bring us out for dinner. Ron n Ro wanted to go marina play ghost squad. In the end, my dad cancelled/postponed the dinner outing n i rushed down to marina to meet Ron n Ro.
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Aearon fetched mi from marina south mrt station to the arcade on his bike when i reached the mrt station. cuz of the cold weather recently, the wind was so damn shiok thruout the ride. freezing-cold wind slamming into the face n limbs. whoo!
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in the arcade, i played a game of para para, den went to watch ppl play ghost squad. didn't really dare to try hard mode after the last time my legs wobbled like jelly when i tried. Aearon played the last stage for mi.. still see him as my para para teacher.. wahaha.. after that we went back to watch another game of ghost squad, den went to bukit merah to meet up wif Guan. after that we decided to go boat quay. Guan took Ro's bike while i took Aearon's. going to boat quay at nite really brings back memories.. sweet memories which i'm going to relive one day. we juz sat there n tok cok abt army stuff, n gals. After some time Ron decided to go Tan Tock Seng hospital to see his sis cuz she had been involved in a traffic accident wif her kids.
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Upon reaching the hospital, we started looking for some dunno-wad screening station, which was apparently hard to find as it wasn't included in the building directory. we went to the A&amp;E ward in the end, n found the shit screening station there. Aearon's 2nd sis (Maurine) was already there, n soon after she went back into the ward to accompany the other sis (Daurine), while we went to get a drink. There was this same sandwich machine which tp had in the business sku. i decided to be adventurous n try out the quality of the sandwich there, onli to be disappointed once again. we grabbed some drinks n another sandwich for Maurine. soon, the doctor decided for Daurine to be discharged. we started to go to walked to the vehicle-waiting-point, n along the way, we slowly knew wad happened. in short, it was about some cab driver who drove when he was drowsy, causing a collision. n right after the collision, he only cared about calling his insurance cumpany n shit like that, instead of asking the victims if they were okay n calling the ambulance. fuck. dis kind of ppl really deserve to be locked up in a cab n get bulldozed over. Aearon's family n his brother-in-law's family came, n they brought her n Maurine home. Guan had went to the A&amp;E to seek consultation for his *cough* in the meantime, n so we were sitting at the vehicle-waiting-point waiting for his call. he called twice, n he made it a point to cough at least once each call. n in the end, the diagnosis was chest infection, but we didn't sound very convinced... wahhaha..
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after Guan finally came back, we sent him home n went back to marina for another arcade session. in addition to ghost squad, i played another game of para para, hard mode this time. was quite surprised that i could actually complete a 6-star stage. we also played percussion freaks, thanks to my suggestion n craving to listen to the Mr Children songs there. each of us took 2 percussions, n could clear the 1st 2 stages easily. we lost on the 3rd stage though.
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despite the time nearing to 3am, Ron n Ro sent me home. the wind had gotten colder dis time, n the ride along the expressway was even more fun. at one point, it was drizzling n i could feel the rain firing onto my limbs with extreme force.. felt like being poked by needles all over.
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we reached my house at ard 3.30. had had another enjoyable nite wif Ron, Ro n Guan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110461473271602483?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110461473271602483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110461473271602483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110461473271602483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110461473271602483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/due-to-physically-n-mentally-taxing.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110451980078729168</id><published>2005-01-01T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:16:30.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today onli half-day work, so didn't haf mood to do aniting.. juz slp n play solitaire all the way. assholic colleagues turn into suaning mode today.. suan mi like as if there's no tmr liddat..
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initially i wanted to go home to get some rest before meeting Raymond, Gabriel n the rest for soccer, but didn't haf much time after i reached home.. 2pm.. onli abt 1 hr to rest.. so heck, i decided not to take a nap instead.
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after bathing n slacking ard, i walked to bedok mrt stn n took a train one stn to kembangan, where we were going to meet. i was the 1st to reach there, followed by Gabriel. he suggested playing passing at the field beside the mrt station while waiting for the others to arrive. i tripped, my shoe came off, n my socks were wet cuz the grass was still wet from the rain which juz ended. grr.. as i wasn't planning to go home after the soccer session, i ended up getting a little pissed.
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soon, everyone was here. Gabriel, Huibeng, Weihsien, Jinyang n Sean. with the exception of Raymond. being the blur cock he is, he has mistakenly thought that we were going to meet on Sat instead. so we had to get him to rush down from his house. we found quite a good spot to play in the end - a brick-tiled court somewhere in the park. i took off my socks n shoes so they would at least dry a little, n decided to play barefooted. Raymond arrived some time later. a while later i abit buay tahan cuz of the impact of the ball when i ram or accidentally kick Jinyang. later on some other unknown guys joined the game as our opponent, n i had to put on my sock n shoe so as not to create a disadvantage.
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The opponent team consists of a few kids, some youngsters n a gal. later on, more ppl came n a kid joined my team as well. not a very special game, n we tied at 1-1 in the end, before rain started pouring down. i was quite relunctant to continue playing cuz i didn't want my shoes to get any wetter, so we ended the game n went into shelter.
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There were 3 maids n 3 dogs in the shelter along with us. I managed to make contact with one of the dogs named 'Alexandra'. managed to get it to sniff my hand, lick mi, shake my hand wif its paw, n to allow me to touch it.
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after the maids were gone, i changed into a new set of clothing n everyone decided to go to Gabriel's house for a break, while i headed back to the mrt station. i was supposed to meet Laibao at somerset, but i went to his hse instead cuz it was still raining n he didn't wanna leave his house yet.
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Laibao was already downstairs his house even before i could get in, n we called Yongjian, n he agreed on coming along. Laibao n mi went to cheers to get some food n wait for Yongjian. when Yongjian reached aljunied, we went to the nearest mac to haf dinner cuz we were worried abt orchard being too crowded for us to have dinner at.
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we headed straight for the mrt station right after dinner, but it was already quite late. or at least late enuf for the shops in heerens to be closed by the time we reached there. i wanted to get something from there initially, but looks like i'll have to come again another day.
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i spent quite a considerable amount of time in the toilet, trying to get my shoes dry. in the end i stuffed toilet paper into my shoes n wrapped my feet ard toilet paper as well. after making sure that there was no extra draps of toilet paper hanging out, i went back to meet them. we juz walked aimlessly ard orchard as most shops were closed. at around 10.45, we started looking for some place to sit down n haf a drink n tok cok, n managed to get a seat at BK in the end. McCafe was too stuffy, Coffee Bean n Starbucks too crowded. better than nothing anywayz.. slacked ard until 11.30, n my sis came to join us. I suggested heading down to somerset where it would be more happening. at that time, ppl were already starting to get wild, spraying each other wif foam. my sis decided to drive towards somerset, but the rest of us decided to walk there as to join in the fun.
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along the way, we took quite a number of video clips. but due to the slow-moving crowd, we didn't manage to make it to somerset on time, so we settled on the swensen opposite taka. there wasn't really a countdown, as it was soon 12.02 even before we realized it, n none of us could remember hearing any counting-down or wadsoever. disappointing. but still, the foam mayhem was a fun factor. watching a victim being sprayed wif foam on the ass without even being noticed, n having ourselves being sprayed by ppl whom u dun even know while walking down the streets.. even without my own spray-can, i indirectly got Laibao owned by pointing my finger at him when an eager kid wif a spray can was looking for some fun. 1st time, it worked well.. got him owned.. but on the 2nd try, Laibao actually used mi as a human shield n i was the one who kenna instead.. wahaha.. after my sis joined again, we headed for the toilet at somerset mrt station. Laibao n Yongjian left soon after, n i walked back to the parking lot wif my sis. along the way, saw dis group of ppl who would target bangalahs to spray.. i couldn't help laughing when he walked past dis bangalah n suddenly sprayed lots of white foam rite at his mouth n moustache. wahaha..
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i was actually wanting to meet Aearon n his frens at clark quay, but decided not to as i was almost totally shagged out. i managed to stay awake wif the last of my energy while my sister drove me to yishun dam, then to changi village. shagged not onli mentally, but physically as well. i literally LIMPED home after alighting from the car at my house carpark, as my toes n ass were too sore from the soccer session plus the walking ard orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110451980078729168?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110451980078729168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110451980078729168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110451980078729168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110451980078729168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-onli-half-day-work-so-didnt-haf.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110441980529132917</id><published>2004-12-30T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:56:48.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after work, went straight to Sengkang to meet Shaoqi today. we had KFC.. n i ate the shroom burger, despite the warning from my friend dat the sauce in the burger is made of chicken fats.. n plus cheese fries!! yummy.. once in a while nvm.. wahahha.. i paid for the meal, but shaoqi took the notes n changed it wif thousands of coins before handing it to the kfc gal.. so damn paiseh dat i actually apologized to her on his behalf..
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after the meal, we thought of going to punggol beach so i bought some popcorn chicken to bring over there to eat. we went to the nearest LRT station to top up my farecard before taking a bus over to punggol. along the way, we talked abt our ambitions, etc.. n i was telling him how i wanna take another course after ns, abt how i wanna make $, etc.
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it was past 7 by the time we reached punggol beach. not much ppl there today, as compared to the past. maybe everyone afraid of tsunamis.. onli got a grp of 5 gals who took the same bus wif us. n 2 dogs wrestling wif each other. aniwae, we stayed there for a while. actually i wanted to walk along the beach, but Shaoqi decided to go back cuz he was feeling cold. didn't haf a chance to eat my popcorn chicken there =(.. the bus came the moment we reached the bus stop. had the chicken on the bus.
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upon reaching his hse busstop, we bought some ice-cream from the pasak malam there n sat on a bench somewhere while eating the ice-cream, toking abt the past. abt how fun it was, how to get back in contact wif the rest, etc. after a while he went home n i left.
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took bus 88 to pasir ris and then 12 back to my hse. encountered sth weird along the way, which i shall not mention here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110441980529132917?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110441980529132917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110441980529132917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110441980529132917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110441980529132917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-work-went-straight-to-sengkang.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110425207091339701</id><published>2004-12-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:56:48.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had quite a boring day of work today.. Basically spent my free time tinking of n planning outings to meet up wif my poly frens who i've not seen for quite long.
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After work, Titus sent mi home as usual. Ron n Ro came to pick mi up right after my dinner, n we went Marina South to play Ghost Squad.. Didn't manage to complete the 3rd mission, considering the fact that we were playing at quite a high level.. Aearon n i took turns teaming up wif Ro.. N it was fun watching jokers shoot down more hostages than i did.. wahaha..
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Being a little out of my mind, i played Para Para at hard mode today.. can remember how my leg was trembling n wobbling like jelly after each song.. but i did manage to complete the game at least..
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After the arcade session, Ro the MEEPOK MAN drove us to Bras Basah there to eat MEEPOK n tok abt some creepy stuff along the way.. the meepok not bad, but the gd ting was the hawker was actually very generous wif tings like minced chicken, mushrooms n pig tongue.. chitchatted for quite some time b4 Ro sent mi home.
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starting to feel restless today liao... grr.. WHY CAN'T NEW YEAR COME FASTER???
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110425207091339701?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110425207091339701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110425207091339701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110425207091339701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110425207091339701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/12/had-quite-boring-day-of-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110416257891406183</id><published>2004-12-27T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:15:35.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Gaining Weight</title><content type='html'>Sianzz... I'm putting on weight again.. =( .. Help guyz!! go kayak or hike wif mi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110416257891406183?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110416257891406183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110416257891406183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110416257891406183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110416257891406183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/12/gaining-weight.html' title='Gaining Weight'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110416040608482793</id><published>2004-12-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:56:48.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>My Blog - Revived</title><content type='html'>As some of u might haf known, i was going thru lots of shit lately, n didn't really haf the mood to update my blog or do aniting for dat matter.. wif the help of my gd frens n bros, i'm slowly recovering from the shit.. n now i tink i'm ready to struggle on wif life again.. n continue writing my blog..
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like to thank Aearon, Raymond, Gabriel, n Laibao for being behind me all the way no matter how fucked up i am. n those who are patient n concern enuf to tok to me.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110416040608482793?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110416040608482793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110416040608482793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110416040608482793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110416040608482793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-blog-revived.html' title='My Blog - Revived'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-110415952273259477</id><published>2004-10-24T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:15:16.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'>Finally!! My Bday Chalet!!</title><content type='html'>Fri, 22nd Oct 2004:
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Nan de can get a day off from work.. so song.. regardless, it was still quite a bz day, with a number of tasks on my To-Do list. Went to simlim to get a new PS/2 controller for Herman, since his old controller spoiled when it was on-loan to me. After that, went to Parco QB for a nice haircut b4 my sis came to pick me up.
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Sis drove me to parkway to buy a new cabinet as well as the drinks for the on-coming chalet. got some soya bean n green tea, as well as a pack of Corona n Tiger. The car was fully loaded on the way home, mostly due to the stupid cabinet.
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Went home, assembled the cabinet, packed my bag, n tu abit before rushing for time to transport the food n stuff to the chalet.. approaching 10.30pm.. n parents kaopeiing already..
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Whoa! finally reached the chalet.. my bro n his frens were there already.. unpacked my stuff n slacked ard till Gary came. Looks like he lost his way n onli reached quite late at ard 1+.. since i brought along Herman's ps2 wif mi, i played abit of FF10 while waiting for him.. n the kidz were fascinated by the game, the aeons, anima, etc.. finally Gary reached.. n had some crazy idea abt going changi village eat n c bapok.. sounds fun aniwae, so my bro n his frens n mi agreed wif it..
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Gary n mi ordered wanton mee, n shared a plate of fried wanton, while my bro n his frens ordered chicken rice. Eating there juz reminded me of the days when i ate there wif my kayaking frens.. shiok.. n after dat.. went to c bapok.. got one bapok figure like quite chio n Gary was peering at 'shim', but couldn't see clearly.. n poke his head ard, n even borrowed my glasses.. n the bapok didn't look happy... n when he said 'hey! come here..' he kenna scolded.. "WHAT??! WHAT THE FUCK U WAN??!?".. wahaha.. nv knew bapok so fierce..
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aniwae Gary drove us back, n we played some ps2 games till 5+.. n went upstairs to sleep.. my bro n his frens took the soft mattresses, while Gary n mi took the hard mattresses.. he slp look like cat sia.. at around 8+ my fone started ringing n it was Shaoqi calling to tok kok.. n apparently i disturbed Gary's slp.. n he was pissed.. wahahah..
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Sat, 23rd Oct 2004:
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at around 9, Gary drove us back to changi village for breakfast, drove me back to the chalet, n went home. slowly, everyone went home to rest, n i was the onli one left in the chalet.. nth much to do, so i juz walked around, played some ps2, n listened to some music.. from 11 all the way till 4pm.. finally, the 1st guest came - my aunt n cousin.. she came to help with the food, n i must say tings wouldn't have gone so well without her.. soon after, Sean n one of his frens came.. den Kimhai.. den Gabriel.. n more, n more..........
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While going to the clubhouse to buy some snacks, i met Eddy's parents.. woohoo!.. they were trying to find their way to my unit, but somehow got lost. brought 'em back, n soon, at ard 6, dinner was started.
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more people than i imagined came - Eddy's parents, my relatives, parents, siblings, Jackson, Yankai, Yanjun, Weihao, Laibao n Yongjian, Weikang n Jackson, Raymond, Gabriel, Kimhai, Sean, Junlei, Weihsien, n later on, Gary came back.. Was damn happy, n appreciate everyone who came.. So for those who came, if u're reading this, I'd like to express a big THANKS for coming!.. Only pity was Eddy didn't manage to turn up cuz he was having field camp.
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Aniwae, i was happy to be busy zapping ard, getting drinks for everyone n all dat.. it was getting late n i was abt to cut the cake when i remembered dat Ron n Ro weren't here yet.. i hesitated for awhile, but decided to go for it.. i was abt to light the candles when i remembered that Jackson n the rest had gone to the arcade n i've forgotten to call them back! wahaha.. i onli called them after finish lighting the candles.. so damn funny.. cuz when they came back the candle was half-burned, n i still dilly-dallied on taking pics n all dat.. but in the end managed to blow the candles b4 the candle was completely burned.. phew!
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Being an amateur cake-cutter, i ended up having to get my aunt to cut the cake for me.. but it was nice being able to pass pieces of cakes to so many ppl.. at ard 11, most of them had left.. except for gabriel n raymond. we played DDR for a bit, but after a while, someone was approaching the door.. n.. it was Aearon n Ro! woohoo! felt so damn happy to see them, after soon long nv c them liao.. we started to tok cok n play taidee outside, while gabriel n raymond were playing winning 11, n my bro was dunno doing wad.. sitting alone, staring into space wif a can of Tiger. Ron saw it n went 'eh.. ur bro so sard!'.. lolx.. aniwae Ro did a really gd job of helping mi clear the cake.. wahahha
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after some time, we decided to go indoor n play winning-11.. but we had onli one controller, so Gabriel came up wif dis mad idea abt playing winning-11 using the DDR mat.. n Gabriel was so damn pro.. can tong so long wif the mat.. haha..
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when it was quite late ard 3+, Ron n Ro had to go.. went to see them off, n had a little ride on Ron's bike.. after i went back to the chalet, my bro had invited another group of frens.. Sam, Sam's fatso-lian sister, n the chiobu Stella.. Gabriel n mi had dis idea of turning off the lights, turning on some techno, n dancing in the chalet.. n halfway, dat fatso came up wif lots of negative comments.. n my sis came back.. n we were tulan wif her.. still dare to tok cok abt cockroaches flying when pregnant, etc.. the 4 of us (my sis, gabriel, raymond n mi) kept our belongings in a safe place, n went out for a walk instead.. passed by the beach, golf course. went back to the sofa at the clubhouse to tok cok n jisiao Raymond.. wahahah..
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by the time we went back, dat fat ahlian was already snoring like a pig.. we did a little bit of packing up n had a little nap.
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Sun, 24th Oct 2004
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Woke up at 8, n realized dat it would soon be checkout time. My sister was already up n packing the stuff, so we went to help. meanwhile dat ahlian was upstairs the room, slping like a pig.. n refusing to wake up.. we were already quite pissed wif her for blocking us here n there when we were trying to pack.. but it was soon over.. my sis drove Raymond, Gabriel, my bro n mi out, while my bro's frens went out themselves. dropped Raymond n Gabriel at their houses, n went home.. was quite surprised dat i could still put up wif the past 2 days' lack of slp, n onli slept at 10pm dat nite.
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Really loved it.. n hope u guys enjoyed urselves at the chalet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-110415952273259477?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/110415952273259477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=110415952273259477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110415952273259477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/110415952273259477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/10/finally-my-bday-chalet.html' title='Finally!! My Bday Chalet!!'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-109569527005502322</id><published>2004-09-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life somehow getting monotonous lately.. simply dun haf dat much energy to chiong here n there after work everyday.. n somehow the terms between Eddy n mi has somehow gotten abit bland.. nv meet out or tok as much as before.. well, guess dis is wad he wants.
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aniwae, the recent movies kindda suck, with the exception of anaconda. The Terminal isn't really that exciting, n The 3 Extremes isn't that horrific either. remember dat day snuck into the cinema to watch dat lame R21 show which was quite a disappointment.. the show got 3 stories.. the 1st story was abt dis wicked gal who locked her sis up in a box out of jealousy n "accidentally" burned her to death. 2nd story was more lame.. abt dis woman who ate dumplings made from human foetus so she would look younger.. 3rd story, the most lame.. abt dis director who went home, out of a sudden, got some idiot who came n tied him up n chopped off his wife's fingers n threw them into the blender so they couldn't be reattached. hope Resident Evil 2 lives up to its expected standard.
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met out wif quite alot of different frens for the past few weeks. movies wif Laibao, funan wif Raymond, movies n food wif Eddy, bugis wif Gary, tampines wif Herman, pool wif Herman, Baoyan n the rest. aniwae, getting psyched over my upcoming 21st bday celebration. that's when i'm going to invite almost every one of my friends along, n gif all of them a deserving buffet treat. hope everyone can come..
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-109569527005502322?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/109569527005502322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=109569527005502322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/109569527005502322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/109569527005502322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-somehow-getting-monotonous-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108618328558737205</id><published>2004-06-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:14:47.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on monday, i went to see my specialist for my bones n muscle checkup, n they took my xray n told me to come back in a month's time for the results.. i thought 'oh yeah!!' n the next ting they told me is that they would write me a letter for reporting sick when i get enlisted.. wtf.. i thought they were going to defer my enlistment.. shit.. instead they wanted me to report sick, which is what i dread... i dun wanna go in there, eat n do nothing, n come out fat..
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depressed, i tried calling Eddy but he was in a scout meeting.. n wasn't free to go out wif me in the nite.. so i went home n drowned my sorrows in gunbound.. but i was a little comforted when my dad gave me $100+ to spend cuz i was going ns.. i decided to buy 2 more batteries for my hp..
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tues, didn't do much until Eddy called me up in the afternoon to ask me out at parkway. we ate some bk, did some shopping for stuff i need to bring into ns, played pool, den my dad called n wanted to bring us out for a feast.. my family + Eddy.. i decided upon marche at suntec.. ate like a glutton, all of us, especially my mum.. when we finished our meals n went out Eddy n i headed to the toilet, to find out that the toilets were lighted out cuz it was quite late (ard 11pm) .. we juz peed in the dark.. wonder how we managed to aim properly.. wahah.. after that my dad drove Eddy n mi to his hse cuz i was going to stay overnite there.
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did nothing much.. didn't chat much either.. juz went to slp, but this time both of us slept on the floor together.. i couldn't get to slp until quite late cuz tinking of my ns, so i juz lied on the floor until 5+, den fell aslp after that.. we were both damn active in our slp n kept hitting each other unconsciously.. i got woken up by his hits many times.. n vice versa..
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today morning Eddy went for his life saving course while i went home, hoping to catch some rest.. before i left i was given an ang pao by Eddy's parents for my ns.. den Gabriel n Raymond called me out to meet me at parkway. we had lunch, went to c hp, den played pool.. i was so damn sleepy, that i fell aslp in the pool center while waiting for my turn.. literally.. n Raymond had to take over me..
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after Gabriel n Raymond left i went to big splash to look for Eddy, cuz he was having his course there. i reached there early n was like following him ard, n he was rather unhappy cuz he felt disturbed.. aniwae after his course we went to mos burger n bk for a snack n chat.. Eddy was actually trying to teach me the proper way of being a gd bro to him.. doh.. cuz lately i realized i'm being quite selfish to him.. n we talked abt it.. but it was quite an emotional conversation.. but in the end i decided to try to change.. we chatted for quite long.. more than an hour.. long time nv chat for so long.. aniwae Eddy had to meet his parents for dinner after that, and that was where trouble came in..
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while i was on the way home, Eddy sms'ed me n told me a bad news.. a very very bad news.. cuz i have this small diary containing some of my dark secrets, n i happened to leave it at Eddy's hse.. half of it was written in a language onli i understand, so it wasn't a prob.. but the other half was written in english.. somehow Eddy's parents managed to get their hands on it n they read it.. n found out lots of shocking stuff.. initially it was meant for Eddy to read instead.. but it got left on the table.. n they told Eddy they wanted to tok to me.. i was so damn scared sia.. scared they become scared of me.. but Eddy helped to explain tings a little... let's c how tings will turn out after a few more days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108618328558737205?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108618328558737205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108618328558737205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108618328558737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108618328558737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-monday-i-went-to-see-my-specialist.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108593452984415739</id><published>2004-05-31T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:14:38.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much today.. went out to parkway to meet Eddy, den went to orcahrd for fish n co.. our meeting started off with a quarrel though.. but managed to get solved.. chatted wif Eddy over the fone after he reached home, den with a fren who's been having some fren problem cuz of a vixen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108593452984415739?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108593452984415739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108593452984415739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108593452984415739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108593452984415739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108577905637371581</id><published>2004-05-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's quite a long day.. went swimming wif Raymond in the early afternoon, den went orchard for a late lunch.. ate at subway.. i ordered the meal n cookies as usual.. though i was full after the meal, i really loved the cookies so much dat i decided to buy more home to eat later on.. so, i ate 3, n bought another 3..
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after lunch we went to kinokuniya to look at some comic.. i saw the hellboy comics.. damn ex, $28 for one.. but it was in full color.. aniwae Eddy sms to inform me he's back.. so damn happy.. suddenly my stomach started to ache real bad, so i hate to look for the toilet to shit.. was chatting wif Eddy on the fone n shitting at the same time.. wahahah.. aniwae i shit blood again.. n i felt so damn weak n cold after that.. for the rest of the day..
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initially Raymond wanted to go my house to play some games after we left orchard, but Laibao called n asked me if i wanted to go out.. today's his bday, n since so long nv c him aniwae, so i decided to go out with Laibao instead. we decided to watch The Day After Tomorrow.. since Raymond had nothing to do anyway, i asked him to tag along n he was okay wif it. however he went home to watch his su wu kong, while i went home to settle some stuff for Eddy, n wear more clothes so i wouldn't be feeling that cold.
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i met Laibao at tampines mall at around 8.30, n he walked around until Raymond reached at 9, juz in time for the show. the plot of the show was quick. the climax was reached early in the show, n it continued until the end. i tink it's so-so only.. not as gd as hellboy or charlie's angel. but the show really set me tinking.. what if the thing really happens in reality.. it would be so damn scary.. haha.. imagination gone wild.. aniwae after the show Raymond n Laibao took mrt home, while i took a bus.. it was juz 11.30 n i'd have a choice of 7 different buses home (10, 18, 28, 31, 38, 67, 69), and some run even till 12.30..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108577905637371581?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108577905637371581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108577905637371581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108577905637371581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108577905637371581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/todays-quite-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108567665351316134</id><published>2004-05-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:13:42.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>My 1st Motorbike Ride</title><content type='html'>whoa.. this evening, Aearon (another one of my closest frens) came to fetch me for a ride in his bike.. my 1st time sia.. before that i was scared n excited at the same time.. cuz got new ting to try.. he came to my house downstairs to fetch me.. he thought me how to wear my helmet, how to hold onto the bike while riding, how to board the bike without touching the exhaust, etc..
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first he fetched me to look for Albert at his hse downstairs.. i was quite scared actually, cuz was afraid i might lose my balance n fall off. i held on damn tight to the grips, n was like leaning my body forward towards him. i wasn't too scared when moving straight, but scared when the bike is making a turn or moving in a curve. aniwae, we somehow got the wrong place n had to slowly find our way there again by luck.. wahah..
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after we reached there we juz sat at the void deck to chat with Albert for a while, until i was getting hungry n both of us were looking for toilet.. Albert had some stuff to settle, so we went on ahead to look for the kopitiam near tp.. the one at block 802..  during the journey there, i was starting to get used to the bike liao.. i juz sat back n leaned backwards, while holding on to the grips..
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when we reached the kopitiam, both of us juz made a rush for the toilet.. could tell our bladders were really full from the amount of time we took to empty it.. wahha.. i ordered a plate of mixed grill from tenderfresh n some drinks.. later on, Albert came to join us, n we chatted till ard 10.. time really flew by sia.. cuz long time didn't have such a long chat with Albert.. after dat Albert went home while Aearon fetched me to tampines central to look for Roland, den fetched me home.. somehow on the journey home i juz felt totally adapted to the bike.. my hand wasn't even holding on to the grips any longer.. but overall really enjoyed the ride.. felt like a free visit to escape theme park.. wahahha.. dunno when can get the chance to ride on a motorbike again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108567665351316134?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108567665351316134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108567665351316134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108567665351316134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108567665351316134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-1st-motorbike-ride.html' title='My 1st Motorbike Ride'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108541776091107274</id><published>2004-05-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the past few nites at Eddy's hse, while going home in the afternoon on sat to get things done. fri nite was so damn funny.. cuz i was having some nitemare n i was screaming n shouting n i woke Eddy up, he juz threw a pillow at me to wake me up from the nitemare.. i juz felt the pillow whacking onto my face n was like 'ouch.. where m i??'..
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on sat, i went to look for Eddy at paddle culture cuz he was having an evening class there. Juz stayed in the water relaxing, waited for him, bathed n accompanied him to his grandma's hse. he was having dinner at his grandma's place, n in the meantime i juz went home to soak my dirty clothes.
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at around 10 i went back to his hse. Xianming was there too, cuz the next morning we were all going for the bigwalk together (Eddy's sis, sis's bf, mum, dad.. excluding Eddy). Eddy, Xianming n i shared a room, while Eddy's sis went to her parent's room to slp. gd ting i didn't have any nitemare that nite.
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the next morning, we woke up at ard 6+ cuz the big walk was starting at 7.30.. was so damn sleepy, cuz i fell asleep onli at 2+ the previous nite. i juz realized i had forgotten to bring my shoes, so i had to borrow a pair from Eddy.. STINKO!! but no choice.. wahhaha..
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we took a train from aljunied to kallang, while Eddy stayed home to sleep. the whole damn place was so crowded.. big walk indeed.. or felt more like big squeeze or big push.. the route was kind of boring, but i juz had fun tracking/chasing the rest of them down thru the crowd. onli Eddy's dad n mi brought our phones along, so the rest would need to stick to either of us. i brought my entire backpack along too, cuz i was going to look for Eddy at paddle culture again after the walk. we managed to complete the walk in around an hour's time. we went to grab the goodie bags, n guess wad's inside - cooking oil, multivitamins, toothpaste, energy bar, medicated plaster.. doh.. not too practical when all everyone was hoping for was a bottle of sprite or iced tea..
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we took a bus back to aljunied, den Eddy's dad drove us to lion city hotel's mac for breakfast. we chatted for quite a long time during breakfast.. talking abt Gerald n his problems etc.. it's supposed to be their family business, but Eddy has already filled me in enough in the past for me to be able to engage in the conversation.. halfway thru, i left though cuz i was eager to go meet Eddy.. wahhaha..
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i reached the beach early, so i juz sat there n tanned myself while waiting for Eddy to be back from his expedition. the tide was rising, so i kept having to move backwards to avoid getting wet.. finally Eddy came back.. after he ended his lesson, we juz stayed in the pool, watching others having lessons n relaxing there, n playing with the water etc. after quite some time we went for our baths, n left big splash, heading down to suntec to meet his family for dinner again.
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we went to some restaurant named 'the kuali' at suntec convention centre.. it was his sister's treat.. having international buffet. though the variety wasn't too great, the food was fine n the dessert was excellent. after the dinner Eddy n i went looking for the toilet to shit.. oh man.. we really messed up the place, cuz we were taking the cubicles next to each other n we kept throwing toilet paper at each other while shitting.. felt like a little kid sia.. lolx..
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went to tower records after dat to get some stuff, den went back to Eddy's hse.. the 6 of us squeezed into the car - Eddy, his sis, Xianming, his mum n his dad. back at his hse, i had another bath den juz went back to his room to rest. i didn't really do or sae much then, cuz there were some tings on my mind n both of us were quite tired..
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dis morning, i sent Eddy off cuz he's going away for 5 days again.. gonna miss him.. aniwae my family's back from Thailand.. which means nagging n quarreling once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108541776091107274?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108541776091107274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108541776091107274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108541776091107274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108541776091107274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/spent-past-few-nites-at-eddys-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108519741857298434</id><published>2004-05-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:13:42.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'>Living Alone</title><content type='html'>since my family left for thailand yesterday, the whole house is for me.. i was so damn bloody excited, cuz it's been the first time I've had the house entirely for myself. n they had left lots of frozen food as well as preheatable food in the fridge for me. right after they left, i quickly took the chance to treat myself to a feast.
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i took out a packet of frozen fish fingers from the freezer n placed it in my oven. since i wanted a feast, i had to make it look more sumptous.. wahahha.. so i digged the freezer looking for some fries, n i found potato wedges instead. even better.. dumped it into the oven too before turning the oven on. i used 'grill' mode, so the food wun get chao da n the oil will come out.. healthier, of course. i wanted to fry an egg but seems like there's no more egg in the fridge, so i thought it shd be enuf. took out a packet of frozen pea-corn-carrot mix n steamed it in a pot. once everyting was ready, i took an extra-large plate, placed the fish fingers, potato wedges n veges on the plate, den squeezed some mayonise on the small spacing left on the plate. there, i had made myself a plate of fish n chips set. to be more complete, i boiled a can of mushroom cream soup, n made myself some icy guava-aroevera fruit punch using the bottle of concentrate i found in the cupboard. haha.. best meal i've ever had at home. after the feast, washed the dishes n cleared out the trash.
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i decided to spend the night with Eddy n stay at his house overnite as well cuz i wanted to spend more time wif him. juz slacked around, watched tv n slept.
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when i came back this morning, i took a bath before doing all my laundry. 9 pieces of clothing for me.. i'm a bit sloppy, so i juz dumped everything into a pail, pour in some detergent n water n juz bashed the clothes repeatedly. the thing i dread most abt doing laundry is having to squeeze all the diluted detergent out from the clothes before rinsing them with clean water again, n after that u'll have to squeeze the clothes dry before hanging them. damn.. but hanging them wasn't too much of a problem.
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watered the plants n fed the pets before writing this crap. aniwae, i tink i enjoy living alone much more than living wif my family. no nagging, no quarrels, no fights. juz freedom n indulgence. tink i'll rent a flat for myself the moment i finish my ns n get a stable job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108519741857298434?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108519741857298434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108519741857298434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108519741857298434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108519741857298434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/living-alone.html' title='Living Alone'/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108511743133518170</id><published>2004-05-21T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite a fine week, but i've been suffering from depression again.. wanted to take my pills + alcohol n sleep for good, but i straightened out my thoughts again thanks to Eddy.. he always comes to my rescue sia.. haha.. brotherz forever..
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aniwae went swimming with him on tues, den kayaking yest.. nothing special, but i juz enjoy every moment wif him cuz this might be the last week i can spend wif him.. cuz after dat he's bz wif camps n all dat while i might be getting enlisted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108511743133518170?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108511743133518170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108511743133518170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108511743133518170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108511743133518170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/quite-fine-week-but-ive-been-suffering.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108471339456746087</id><published>2004-05-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:13:42.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days damn bz.. everyday hard to reach home before midnite, so too tired to write blog.. today finally manage to reach home early.. hmm.. a recap of wad i did:
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fri: went tp to settle some stuff in the morning, den went amk to send a piece of friggin motherboard for warranty service.. after dat, went to Eddy's hse to put the motherboard there, den went to clementi to meet Eddy for dinner (he juz came back from overseas again.. was dropped off at clementi).. took train to bugis for yoshinoya tempura prawns, den went to his hse relax, tok, n fix up his computers until 12, den took bus home
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sat: was literally FORCED to kbox by Gabriel.. i didn't wanna go cuz i'd have no more $ to spend if i spend my $ on kbox.. dammit.. he said 'u come down somerset 1st den we decide'.. the moment i reached there they juz walked on to kbox.. i was so damn pissed... n still quite pissed now.. after that, i met Eddy at his hse nearby for dinner cum supper, den chat n walked ard till quite late..
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today: played gunbound in the morning n afternoon, den went to suntec to meet Eddy at ard 5+.. we walked ard, den somehow when we entered carrefoure this man dressed up as a pirate came to us n asked us if we wanna join some treasure hunt crap.. Eddy decided to give it a go.. i wasn't too interested at 1st, but i decided to give it a try since Eddy was going to go for it.. the game went like this.. each of us were given a set of questions, and we had to scout ard carrefoure for the answers, or it could also be iq questions, n return to the base with the answers.. the 1st 5 ppl to return would get a 'prize'. so we came up with a plan.. when we got our questions, we would see whose questions r easier, den we would abandon the harder set n we would split up to look for answers to the easier set.. so we hanged around until the game started, den we went about.. i misread one of the 'headphone' question as 'handphone', den was looking all over for handphones, n couldn't find any.. in the end i checked again, found that I was wrong n quickly went to redeemed my mistake by searching again.. got it right in the end.. but was stumped by the IQ question.. but still managed to solve it on our way back, so we managed to get the prize in the end.. hooray.. n we were the last of the 5.. so damn heng.. so wad we got.. a $10 voucher.. not too bad, considering the fact that we only spent 15 mins in total... 15 mins for $10..
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after the hunt, we went down to long john silver for our dinner.. Eddy's treat.. haha.. i went home with him after that, den took bus home..
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btw take some time to listen to the background music.. nice song in my opinion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108471339456746087?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108471339456746087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108471339456746087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108471339456746087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108471339456746087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/these-few-days-damn-bz.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108447646324948802</id><published>2004-05-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few days nv write blog again cuz my internet was down.. father nv pay fone bill.. but now up again.. so basically wad happened.. yest went orchard walk ard wif Laibao.. went to eat bk n see cds, den suddenly had the intention to go watch van helsing.. it was quite unprepared so we decided to watch today instead, calling Yongjian along..
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so today i went parkway in the afternoon to meet Jackson get sth n walk ard.. after dat went Eddy's hse to settle sth with his dad, n had dinner there as well.. den went back cineleisure to watch the show.. not bad, but i still prefer hellboy a thousand times.. tink my favorite character in the show is frankestein.. dun really like van helsing himself.. nor the gal or carl.. after the show my craving for subway cookies got stronger, so i went back to subway, but it was closed.. damn.. so had no choice but to go home..
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finally 1 more day before Eddy is back again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108447646324948802?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108447646324948802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108447646324948802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108447646324948802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108447646324948802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/past-few-days-nv-write-blog-again-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108420193331018554</id><published>2004-05-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early dis morning to see Eddy off, den went back sku pass Valen some stuff n oso to settle something for Eddy.. after dat went home play gb, n slept.. nth much.. den later on went to c doc abt my shoulder.. she referred me to specialist.. came home, did nth.. bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108420193331018554?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108420193331018554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108420193331018554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108420193331018554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108420193331018554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/woke-up-early-dis-morning-to-see-eddy.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108411626689549931</id><published>2004-05-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:06:01.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa! life has been damn bz for me since Eddy came back on fri, but i'm damn happy.. right after he came back on fri i went to meet him, went to his house for dinner den went out for supper again.. n went home... yesterday (sat) went to haf mother's day dinner wif my mum n sis (lame..), den went to his hse after dat to stay overnite.. we juz stayed in his room meddling wif computers, watching tv, chat, listen music n finally fell asleep.. when we woke up dis morning i literally spent the whole day with him from morning all the way till late in the nite.. went to simlim to get some stuff, den rushed back to his hse, went for a walk at east coast beach, den went to parkway to do some shopping n haf dinner.. n finally supper.. was so damn happy thruout, cuz after a long week, managed to spend quite alot of time with him... he asked me to run some errands for him while he's away.. i feel so damn happy sia.. to be of help to him.. really happy..
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during these few days, we've worked together a plan to meet out n spend time during our ns.. i've decided to stay at his hse n my hse alternatively every time i book out.. means one week stay his hse, one week return home, n so on.. i'm kind of looking forward to it also.. but in the meantime, i hope that i can defer my ns once again (due to medical problems) so i can go overseas for a holiday wif him before i go ns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108411626689549931?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108411626689549931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108411626689549931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108411626689549931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108411626689549931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/whoa-life-has-been-damn-bz-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108393191279669202</id><published>2004-05-07T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:13:42.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't come home for 3 days cuz went to a chalet.. Laibao's class chalet.. the food was great, cuz someone brought a deep-fryer, n we oso ordered pizza.. wahahha.. we spent our time playing taitee/mahjong, toking crap n tomyum, swimming, playing captain ball, eating, walking along the beach, telling ghost stories, watching tv, n playing hide n seek.. captain ball was not too bad, though tiring.. n my team won the most.. happy sia.. lolx.. there were lots of hermit crabs on the beach at nite, but when we went back the next morning couldn't find any.. den hide n seek was the most fun.. cuz we were supposed to off all the lights n play it in total darkness.. nobody could find me even after 3 rounds cuz i was hiding beside the toilet bowl.. lolx.. den Laibao's was the most funny when he became the catcher.. 4 of them were hiding in the shower n they covered themselves wif a blanket, den when Laibao found them, he pulled on the blanket n somehow accidentally hooked the tap.. needless to sae all 4 of them kenna the water from the shower.. lolx.. i was laughing my head off.. n joel sandwiched himself in between the mattresses, n i was squeezing juz right beside him, n i couldn't control my laughing..
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though the activities were fun, i didn't manage to enjoy that much cuz i was still missing Eddy.. the place where he took the ferry was juz nearby, n sometimes i juz stared out to the sea, wondering when he would call back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108393191279669202?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108393191279669202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108393191279669202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108393191279669202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108393191279669202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/didnt-come-home-for-3-days-cuz-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108369411799319974</id><published>2004-05-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:08:57.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to aearon's hse in the late afternoon today to tok, play computer mahjong, watch tv, eat n etc.. it was quite enjoyable toking to him, especially after so long nv see him.. n his parents almost couldn't recognize me.. lolx.. we went downstairs cuz he wanted to show me his bike.. a black phantom.. nice sia.. wah i see the way he walked i oso feel painful for him man.. his dad fried some noodles for us.. ate, den sat dwn n play games den lie down watch tv.. haha we juz joked n crapped along the way juz like before.. soon after watching incredible tales, he saw me to the bus stop n i headed for home.. really missed the old days sia.. maybe i'm gonna go stay overnite at his hse dis weekend..
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damn.. still got 3 days before Eddy cums back for the weekends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108369411799319974?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108369411799319974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108369411799319974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108369411799319974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108369411799319974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/went-to-aearons-hse-in-late-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108360330165517637</id><published>2004-05-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:08:57.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 6.30 in the morning, without having to press 'snooze' this time.. miracle sia.. maybe cuz subconsciously i knew it was kind of a big day.. cuz i had to see Eddy off at tanah merah ferry terminal.. i gave him a morning call in worry that he might not woke up on time..
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took my rod n camera, n also my swiss knife juz in case Eddy needed it.. we met at our usual place at bedok interchange, den rushed to macdonalds for breakfast.. time was rather tight, cuz the bus frequency for 35 is always damn low.. heng i brought the knife.. cuz Eddy realized that he needed it.. as for the fishing rod, he decided to gif it a pass instead.. we saw saini at mac n i accidentally called him by a wrong name, n Eddy keeps suaning me n making me paiseh.. wahhah..
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there were still some stuff Eddy needed to get before leaving, so we rushed down to ntuc.. den went to my hse bus stop to take 35 instead so we could buy more time.. we were kind of running late, cuz supposed to reach there at 8.00 n we reached at 8.15.. aniwae, when we reached there, i really felt quite sad haf to part from him for quite some time liao.. took a bus back home, played some games n slept..
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woke up in the nite, expecting him to call me.. he did call me earlier on, but not after i woke up.. guess it's cuz of the sucky reception there..
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i really miss Eddy alot now.. juz the 1st day.. n i miss him.. hmmzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108360330165517637?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108360330165517637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108360330165517637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108360330165517637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108360330165517637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108351337855904501</id><published>2004-05-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:08:57.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i've not really written much for quite a long time, i'll write more today..
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today went out wif Eddy for the whole day, literally from morning till nite.. n spent quite some quality time with him.. cuz he's going somewhere far for some kayak coaching stuff, n i won't get to see him for about a month starting tomorrow.. first we went to sim lim to purchase some computer stuff he's going to fix up for his uncle.. damn hard to find a good bargain, cuz each shop has its gimmicks n hidden costs.. one shop would sell the processor cheap cheap n sell the motherboard REALLY ex, n one would sell both at a moderately expensive price. after much walking ard n consideration, we decided to get everyting from one shop, in hope that we would get a discount.. but failed.. no discount.. haha.. but we bought the stuff aniwaez, cuz too tired n sian to walk ard animore.. Eddy's parents came n fetched us back to Eddy's place to put the stuff, den we took a bus down to paddle culture..
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Eddy settled some of his stuff at paddle culture, n also proved me wrong abt some doubts i've had abt him.. that's our problem though, so i wun write it here.. we strolled along the beach to parkway, where we had our lunch.. i ate the chicken rice at the food court.. really alot of rice for $3.50.. n they gave me chicken drumstick, to my horror.. cuz i forgot to tell them i wan CHICKEN breast.. but since it was too late i decided to shuddup n eat it.. we juz sat there n chitchat after lunch for quite some time.. it was kind of quite an emotional chat, n my tears almost came out so i told Eddy to stop.. soon after that we left the food court n went to play pool with Gengyen n Jackson.. long time nv c them liao.. looks like both haf grown much taller.. n Jackson changed alot.. taller n much skinnier.. n 1st ting he said when he saw me was 'hey u've lost weight'.. well today i kept getting trashed.. played 2 games n could only get 2 balls in total.. really sucked.. but we onli played for a while cuz Eddy's family is meeting us for dinner, n we were running late.
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after the game, we rushed down to suntec carrefoure to get some stuff for his trip, den hurried to raffles country club to meet up with Eddy's family.. his mum, dad, sis, sis's bf, grandma n grandpa.. seldom have dinner outside with his grandparents.. had quite a nice dinner at a posh cafe.. n talked alot to them.. after that Eddy's sis n her bf left, n i decided to go home on my own too, cuz it would be too many people squeezing into the car if i had gone home with them. so, Eddy saw me off at the club's entrance n i made my way home.
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today's a very fulfiling day, cuz i find that i reached home having more faith in Eddy.. believing that ns wouldn't bring us apart.. cuz thru the conversation i realized that Eddy understands some tings.. he knows that he plays an important role in my life due to my lack of family warmth, n i sort of need him for kinship. n he knows he's the closest person to me.. having came to my hse n stayed overnight more often than anione else, he knows the situation in my home. he knows how torn n cold my family is, he has seen how we fight n quarrel wif his own eyes, etc.. since he knows all this, i'm sure he'll treasure this bond even more.. n i realized that he'd manage to prove me wrong everytime i have doubts about him.. n he always gives in even though i'm at fault.. so i'm gonna trust him even more.. the part that made me emotional.. was when he talked abt one day if we ever haf a major argument or someting.. cuz i was so damn scared when i try to tink of that.. i almost cried.. but i was wearing a cap so i juz hid my face in my cap.. n i told him to stop the topic.. i'm hoping for that not to ever happen.. i hope we won't have ani major arguments or fights in the future, but can't guarantee aniting..
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the last paragraph was in a mess cuz i was getting emotional again while typing it.. but now i guess i can set my mind to rest n go to ns in peace.. after i fulfil a few tings more, that is.. for now, i guess i'll miss Eddy until he comes back. i guess i'm starting to really see Eddy as a true fren now.. n i feel quite honored i'm the only one who's going to see Eddy off tomorrow..
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so after he leaves.. there're still quite some tings to keep me occupied.. chalet, go accompany Aearon cuz he can't go out, go solo hike, etc.. but time is still going to be slow until he returns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108351337855904501?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108351337855904501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108351337855904501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108351337855904501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108351337855904501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/05/since-ive-not-really-written-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108332410620962294</id><published>2004-04-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:52:52.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days quite eventful for me.. wednesday went ubin cycle wif Laibao.. but this time we didn't explore those so-called forest area that much, cuz we were juz to lazy to cycle in n uphill. like as if that didn't shag me out enuf, i went back ubin to fish cum camp with Eddy yesterday till today. caught lots of fish n crabs (20+ crabs), but didn't bring them back cuz all the fish were catfish n the crabs were damn small. kind of enjoyed my stay there, but there went LOTS (i mean LOTS) of flying ants there cuz it was rainy n got light there. the ground was literally COVERED with the corpse of those ants.. eww.. right after i reached home, i unpacked my stuff, bathed n hibernated immediately.. couldn't take it animore.. i almost fell asleep while shitting in the toilet.
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n tonite even more adventure.. going to explore haunted places with Jinxing n Laibao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108332410620962294?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108332410620962294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108332410620962294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108332410620962294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108332410620962294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/04/these-few-days-quite-eventful-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371338.post-108298866408325531</id><published>2004-04-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:09:27.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argument again.. no peace again.. shit man.. never-ending story.. everytime i tot there would finally be peace, the arguments come again.. all these stress.. i tink i'm gonna break down soon.. in fact i almost did.. my life is in close to living hell.. fuck it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371338-108298866408325531?l=bludhound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/feeds/108298866408325531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371338&amp;postID=108298866408325531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108298866408325531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371338/posts/default/108298866408325531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bludhound.blogspot.com/2004/04/argument-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bluDhouNd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
