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It is situated beautifully along the river just right outside Marina Bay Sands. Yup, the atas integrated resort in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was there for a fashion event. Robinsons and mioTV teamed up to do a little style transformation. MioTV now airs US series 24hrs straight after it's being aired halfway around the world, time backwards. And Robinsons? They bring you fashionable pieces as if straight out of the US TV series. Examples are like Gossip Girl, The Mentalist, Nikita to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the yabber dabber. See some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjCrx0wiaY/TpHbKD1VXnI/AAAAAAAAArU/QEHyz7JLZ-g/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjCrx0wiaY/TpHbKD1VXnI/AAAAAAAAArU/QEHyz7JLZ-g/s200/IMG_1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661547172455603826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LGU50Qewh4/TpHcbNXEclI/AAAAAAAAArc/9ufdLMw975s/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LGU50Qewh4/TpHcbNXEclI/AAAAAAAAArc/9ufdLMw975s/s200/IMG_1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661548566582424146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXZ8Gwc0Gjs/TpHcbD1rJ-I/AAAAAAAAArk/B-zUtVfK0I0/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLlGTnIaj4/TpHfxkS_LVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/fBqFqNZE1ck/s200/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661552249231322450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kum7YPDuOGE/TpHfx9I51AI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BcAANPqdklA/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kum7YPDuOGE/TpHfx9I51AI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BcAANPqdklA/s200/IMG_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661552255899915266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38MbQf6LY44/TpHfxvAwmFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gUrwkBCd61c/s1600/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38MbQf6LY44/TpHfxvAwmFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gUrwkBCd61c/s200/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661552252107659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it was a super crowded event that night! Only managed to take a few pictures of the fashion show. Dying to see more upstyle pieces? Check out Robinsons in MBS now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6210193745485142583?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2011/03/hottest-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjCrx0wiaY/TpHbKD1VXnI/AAAAAAAAArU/QEHyz7JLZ-g/s72-c/IMG_1096.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-675258780714505092</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-09T00:59:26.577+08:00</atom:updated><title>time for lesser words</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've got my blog, I think it'll be a better idea to post whatever pictures or videos I've got over here, rather than flood the walls of FaceBook with my Mobile Uploads. Plus, it's really been useless trying to tweet photos while I'm on mobile data mode. I was initially thinking of doing frequent videos and hope for a reception. But with 3 more papers coming up this week and the next, I guess I could just start with the "photo(s) of the week" section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37FxjKbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IL610Z8uDeU/s1600/FxCam_1283766956749.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514578494528629170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37FxjKbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IL610Z8uDeU/s320/FxCam_1283766956749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, this shit is over and done with. Unreasonably long reports bundled with tedious printscreens of draggy procedural commands for your beloved computer. Not the typical assignments I could've rushed through with at the near end of the term since this crap was coming in weekly from the very beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37QGV-gI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cx_0mmWxqtQ/s1600/FxCam_1283775282335.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514578497300199938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37QGV-gI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cx_0mmWxqtQ/s320/FxCam_1283775282335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorta managed to spoil myself silly with cravings for the spices again. The night of my final class(Monday) for this term, I went down to Nando's @ Bugis for the 3rd time with my classmates to have a 1/2 chicken meal(inclusive of 2 sides). The price is equal to that of the Espatada, i.e., $21.90 but I found this more filling, although the Espatada looks more colourful with the peppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37iXK9lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mQdbnKYby-A/s1600/FxCam_1283847757154.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37iXK9lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mQdbnKYby-A/s1600/FxCam_1283847757154.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514578502202619474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37iXK9lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mQdbnKYby-A/s320/FxCam_1283847757154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of revision(Tuesday)! We thought it'd be a good idea to head back to Novena(like we did back in Advanced Diploma) and carry out our group revision there. Who knew the MacD's had sealed all their plugs! SELFISH. We didn't last long on our laptops and had to call it a day after we were done with the hard copies of our work. At least I spammed the coupons for lunch and dinner, managed to get a free sundae and 6-piece nuggets! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I tried my luck on the toy machines that stood opposite from where we were. Obviously, I didn't catch anything or I'd be having a picture of the prize instead of this impressive line of machines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and if you're wondering who is this "we" I keep referring to, it's my classmates &amp;amp; I. It's at times like these during the school term, I'm rarely caught hanging out with anyone else other than them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe38S6Bb6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/gcRzihp5l5U/s1600/FxCam_1283929142197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514578515233697698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe38S6Bb6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/gcRzihp5l5U/s320/FxCam_1283929142197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather's been a killer since last month with days switching between burning heatwaves and chilly thunderstorms... Singapore may very soon turn its concrete jungle into a concrete desert if it gets too intolerable even for the plants. Thank goodness this beautiful orchid plant my mom bought for home survived. The strawberry plant in the kitchen? Not so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Fortunately, I've cleared my IPPT window for the year and can peacefully enjoy mooncake festival without having to watch my diet. If I hadn't, I'd probably be heading down to camp 3 times a week by now and have to juggle between exam revision and 1 re-module. Sobs. It's hard enough balancing my time as it is. Sigh, guess I'll have to withstand this period and pat myself on the back once it's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-675258780714505092?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-for-lesser-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TIe37FxjKbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IL610Z8uDeU/s72-c/FxCam_1283766956749.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-8857424839545834561</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-15T11:40:07.166+08:00</atom:updated><title>couple of hours short of a superhero life</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have the car on most nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am stronger than your average local man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not exactly Mr. Center of Attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to wear tight stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sleep at sunrise &amp;amp; still make it in time for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom always wonders why I'm up so late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got a handful of reports due in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still need to spread my time evenly between family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-8857424839545834561?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-of-hours-short-of-superhero-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-8400704755859846447</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T19:41:24.411+08:00</atom:updated><title>I think...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm most probably gonna try something new once I get my Hero back from the service center...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-8400704755859846447?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-5638618030138569340</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T14:55:01.015+08:00</atom:updated><title>experimental</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TCw6zT4PdtI/AAAAAAAAAmU/njbG5qpRpWk/s1600/IMG_7857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488826699041699538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TCw6zT4PdtI/AAAAAAAAAmU/njbG5qpRpWk/s320/IMG_7857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wanting to share with you guys my attempt on cooking eggs with melted cheese. The bottom's a little burnt because of the cheese... It's not bad but leaves you thirsty. Will try the scrambled version next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I am still pondering on what I should do with this blog. I obviously need a change in the layout. Perhaps I'll start doing weekly updates or even go for a vlog style. If you're still following, just leave me some comments in the box on the right. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-5638618030138569340?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/07/experimental.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/TCw6zT4PdtI/AAAAAAAAAmU/njbG5qpRpWk/s72-c/IMG_7857.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-5503199815597184254</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T13:44:58.846+08:00</atom:updated><title>marching on</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back and no bullshit. I've been away cos I've been playing with my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.htc.com/www/product/hero/overview.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HTC Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ALOT(and school =P). And when I say ALOT, I mean I need to charge the damn phone every night. That is saying something, considering HTC phones have the longest battery life as compared to other big names, especially those named after fruits. =) It's the best birthday present I've ever gotten thus far! Thanks again, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S502-6g7r6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sYJF3Bb5U_0/s1600-h/htc-hero-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448571578675343266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S502-6g7r6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sYJF3Bb5U_0/s320/htc-hero-review.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S502-m4c6lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XiRG8wAorZI/s1600-h/htc-hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448571573405280850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S502-m4c6lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XiRG8wAorZI/s320/htc-hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriend convinced me to apply for a role in some reality show that should be in production pretty soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicknetwork.tv/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clicknetwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s Room101. I didn't think they would call but they did and I ended up finding my way through Bugis to a very secluded corner of the fifth floor to some building(why are all media studios so conveniently based at some unheard location?). The interview felt simple and yet a little intimidating, also surprisingly short. Dunno how much of a fool I made out of myself with all those provocative questions on camera. Quite frankly, I don't think I'd be affected(because I'm not much of a talker in the first place) if I wasn't chosen but it'd be an experience to be called up for something I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Anniversary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 non-leap years we've been together. Sounds so cliche but I'll say it anyway. It felt like only moments but when I look back I see the long road that we have walked together and the many things that happened along the way. There aren't many girls that both family and friends will accept my being with you and even lesser that share the same humour and views similar to mine. You are my best friend and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zUd7oa5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nB4v8MQWrkI/s1600-h/IMG_7154_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567550913309586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zUd7oa5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nB4v8MQWrkI/s320/IMG_7154_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVJsLCVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/W6CnTibi15o/s1600-h/IMG_7157_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567562659629394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVJsLCVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/W6CnTibi15o/s320/IMG_7157_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zUjTtS8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AHRYKt-zmEU/s1600-h/IMG_7155_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567552356469698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zUjTtS8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AHRYKt-zmEU/s320/IMG_7155_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had dinner @ Iluma's Empire State.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zBnfbRQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SjMK_i1QFfs/s1600-h/IMG_7135_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567227061847298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zBnfbRQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SjMK_i1QFfs/s320/IMG_7135_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVgY24NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gH0zbOuIygs/s1600-h/IMG_7160_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567568752632018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVgY24NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gH0zbOuIygs/s320/IMG_7160_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IPPT&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my Zombie/Nerd/Slacker chart? Well, I've pretty much tried staying at the top of the class while maintaining a certain volume of muscles(CNY food as mass-gainers!) to contradict the computer student stereotype. Unfortunately, this pricey trade-in has taken away at least a couple of sleeping hours everyday. I'm not complaing though, now that I'm getting used to it. However, I can't understand why I always wake up with a massively puffed up face, accompanied with eyebags big enough to just be called bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that aside, I'm still not sure if I actually passed. If I had failed the IPPT, I'm very sure that the army would sent me a not very discreet message and call me back for 8 sessions of you-suck training. Still, I'm very certain that my stamina levels have dropped tremendously. Sure, if I were to do all the exercises at my own time, it'll be a definite cinch. All within the hour? Haha, too much, buddy. Another factor I've got to take into consideration is that I've been very dependant on threadmills, so much so that my body will subconsciously expect the ground below to move backwards and I push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aris' Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many outings had with the girlfriend's class. In a way, I envy their energy. This time, it was at East Coast's Waraku for dinner. It was the first time I've ever had a meal at Waraku and personally, I didn't find it at all special but it was Japanese food after all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVyYEV7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/_owPoIZPmTI/s1600-h/IMG_7202_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567573581158322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zVyYEV7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/_owPoIZPmTI/s320/IMG_7202_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enoki mushrooms wrapped in bacon. MUST TRY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zx3b1loI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vIBjzehRWUs/s1600-h/IMG_7209_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568055975483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zx3b1loI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vIBjzehRWUs/s320/IMG_7209_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My main course. I don't remember the name of it because it was too long. I know it was soba with ladies' fingers though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;East Coast Lagoon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was a sudden spark in the idea of driving around in the middle of the night and having seadfood for supper, followed by pool after. For 2 consecutive nights we patronized the food centre for cockles, topshells, oysters, stingray, satay, chicken wings and chendol. Just listing it is making my mouth water. It's times like these that make us appreciate the time spent on earning our drivers' licenses. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zymBUK5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/P-mp9slqBZg/s1600-h/IMG_7283_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568068480707474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zymBUK5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/P-mp9slqBZg/s320/IMG_7283_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zy4qTPAI/AAAAAAAAAko/sSJKQ3MxNcY/s1600-h/IMG_7285_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568073484450818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zy4qTPAI/AAAAAAAAAko/sSJKQ3MxNcY/s320/IMG_7285_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zzObsSjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tMiSeMQcca0/s1600-h/IMG_7286_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568079328758322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zzObsSjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/tMiSeMQcca0/s320/IMG_7286_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S500QkVYyaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/K_SceX0U4xY/s1600-h/IMAG0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568583424100770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S500QkVYyaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/K_SceX0U4xY/s320/IMAG0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BodyWorlds&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back in Singapore again and Tin, Kev, Amanda &amp;amp; I managed to snag tickets for the last day. I did not find the visit very enjoyable. I preferred the first exhibition better. There was alot of muscle exhibits this time round which didn't look very exciting at all. I did, however, learn alot about the other organs and how big they can swell up to once they're out of the ribcage. There were also exhibits of the anatomy of squid, giraffes and horses but no one really gave a shit about how they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zyCcGDdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P8UE3TyPmzY/s1600-h/IMG_7243_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448568058929352146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zyCcGDdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P8UE3TyPmzY/s320/IMG_7243_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was the halfway point of the queue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aunt's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another birthday in the month of March belonged to my aunt Brenda. Family lunch at Park Royal for an all-you-can-eat-buffet before the adults broke off for Resort World Sentosa's new casino where they utilized all 24 hours of the admission. Hardcore, damn hardcore. At least they won some moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zAo5acGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Nu5G-pIMJ7Q/s1600-h/IMAG0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567210259411042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zAo5acGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Nu5G-pIMJ7Q/s320/IMAG0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zBcFHBgI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Kpti8hi5Dqs/s1600-h/IMAG0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448567223998678530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50zBcFHBgI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Kpti8hi5Dqs/s320/IMAG0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left: Sashimi from buffet(appetizer after my salad with marshmallow chocolate fondue!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right: Can't go wrong with chocolate cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, you know what time it is. The actual day was on a Thursday and I very much expected everyone to be unavailable in the middle of the week so I had a family dinner instead. Brought Amanda along in hopes that she can finally taste a lobster but in vain, she had to settle for crabs and prawns! Plus I got more red packets! It's like getting an open-ended answer to an open-ended question but with money! $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50yoFp1bpI/AAAAAAAAAig/R-ertooBKG4/s1600-h/24814_10150132755345602_556060601_11396732_2608757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448566788481969810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50yoFp1bpI/AAAAAAAAAig/R-ertooBKG4/s320/24814_10150132755345602_556060601_11396732_2608757_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S501nBk11JI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vm5YUzc7QkY/s1600-h/24814_10150132755330602_556060601_11396731_3980205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448570068742296722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S501nBk11JI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vm5YUzc7QkY/s320/24814_10150132755330602_556060601_11396731_3980205_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50yoiqlMAI/AAAAAAAAAio/otNSBV0tTQE/s1600-h/24814_10150132755380602_556060601_11396736_1354613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448566796269727746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S50yoiqlMAI/AAAAAAAAAio/otNSBV0tTQE/s320/24814_10150132755380602_556060601_11396736_1354613_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before was spent last-minute oil-burning for a retest e-paper at 10 in the morning and I could only hit the sack at 5 to maximise my chances of passing. I did pass in the end. I'm very sure it wasn't just pure luck that got me above the 700/1000 passing standard but I'm pretty sure a certain amount of it had a part to play. Come on, for the past 2 exams, I had no idea what 1/4-1/3 of the questions were talking about but I aced them! Some of my friends prefer to assume that some questions carried more weight than others while I preferred to think that I'm AWESOME. That fact alone was enough to keep me awake for grocery shopping despite only having 3 hours of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507a11sQZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nzuWVAhoP9g/s1600-h/IMG_7429_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576456503083410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507a11sQZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nzuWVAhoP9g/s320/IMG_7429_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507ZopX8RI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Khh-0kBjayY/s1600-h/IMG_7387_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576435781890322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507ZopX8RI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Khh-0kBjayY/s320/IMG_7387_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507Z4A5ZeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NlktL-9XyaA/s1600-h/IMG_7400_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576439907083746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507Z4A5ZeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NlktL-9XyaA/s320/IMG_7400_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507aLJ3UHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EsPyftZdi9o/s1600-h/IMG_7419_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576445044969586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507aLJ3UHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EsPyftZdi9o/s320/IMG_7419_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507aosmWCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XnVj9P84LAs/s1600-h/IMG_7424_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576452975286306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507aosmWCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XnVj9P84LAs/s320/IMG_7424_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507oNyL0NI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jJrcNZWizrc/s1600-h/IMG_7449_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576686269124818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507oNyL0NI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jJrcNZWizrc/s320/IMG_7449_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507ng0sAbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fIJejyw8oys/s1600-h/IMG_7448_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448576674200027570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S507ng0sAbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fIJejyw8oys/s320/IMG_7448_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's TapTap 2 that we're playing, if you're wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt more like a housewarming party, actually. Didn't really bother me since I had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to thank everyone for coming to the party. My aunts for allowing me to use the place. Tin and Kev for helping me with the preparations. My classmates, TayZa, Meng, Egg, Tommy &amp;amp; CaoLiang for getting me a cake. Stacey and Andrew for the wine. Bryan for the pies. For everyone else I had left out, let it be known that I truly appreciated you being part of the barbeque. And I have not forgotten those that could not make it but still wished me! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Rest of the photos are on FaceBook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-5503199815597184254?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/03/marching-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S502-6g7r6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sYJF3Bb5U_0/s72-c/htc-hero-review.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-6962287521071178593</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T15:54:06.987+08:00</atom:updated><title>lunar 15th</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twitter hasn't been very generous in sharing its time on me with blogging but I've broken through its attention-seeking and made it to another post here! Lol. Okay, that was just a completely null sentence to make my entry look longer... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festive half-month is coming to a close and the mood is pretty much dying at this point. Not to say things have been turning monotonous. Rather, you start realizing there were too many tidbits, not alot of people to visit and gambling became the main objective of the holidays. Which leads me to emphasize the fact that I didn't get the chance to follow through with a proper diet or have any luck at cards and tiles. At least I discovered how to utilize Google Maps, probably one of the more useful things I've learnt this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much else was up outside the CNY. Oh, I totally aced my last paper(and still feeling totally badass about it). My little bro totally hates me fer always appearing like I'm bumming around but still can stand at the top of the class. What can I say. Hard-workers hate geniuses. BACK FROM DIGRESSION. There was also Alyssa's birthday celebration at Butter Factory &amp;amp; Vallent's 21st goin' on at his place fer a BBQ(which was very meaty and alcoholic, dehydration much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S4obMoS4QxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vOv95gSGyFE/s1600-h/IMG_7082_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443193003419648786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S4obMoS4QxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vOv95gSGyFE/s320/IMG_7082_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S4obMIf-nRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xI7BwDyuN_4/s1600-h/IMG_7119_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443192994884656402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S4obMIf-nRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xI7BwDyuN_4/s320/IMG_7119_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st picture(from left): Khairul shuffling, me photobombing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd picture: Me, girlfriend, Vallent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news: I'm next in line to celebrate my birthday(24 years)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news: I've got less than 10 days to pass my IPPT(I guess this anxiety building up inside me is due more to mental unpreparedness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I wonder how different I'll appear to be once it hits my birthday if I carry on with my exercise regiment. And I know it's kinda hard to notice from the recent photos but I have red hair now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6962287521071178593?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunar-15th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S4obMoS4QxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vOv95gSGyFE/s72-c/IMG_7082_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-3400836821646079544</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T19:17:23.495+08:00</atom:updated><title>momday</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just got home from lunch at Tampines with my mom and I finally managed to start with a little CNY shopping. I was eyeing a pair of Lacoste shoes fer a bit before realising that it was white enough to be considered fer uniformed schools. And the shop called Messy at Tampines One made a good first impression but it just turned out to be a gay techno shop with thin, tight clothes that have been horribly sewed. In the end, I just nabbed two long-sleeved button shirts from Fox over at TM. &lt;em&gt;A little refreshing change in my fashion&lt;/em&gt;, says the t-shirt guy. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S2_wPrz8FwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Jv9GnljTK5w/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435827427508754178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S2_wPrz8FwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Jv9GnljTK5w/s320/DSC00614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S2_wYCkqx9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/B6N5Y2832mI/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435827571057674194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S2_wYCkqx9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/B6N5Y2832mI/s320/DSC00615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I've gotta squeeze in time to browse the malls of Bugis, Orchard &amp;amp; Harbourfront and see what I can come up with before the annual family tree get-together. I need 2 more pairs of new age berms, a nice pair of shoes(preferably leather) and maybe a nice belt with a huge-ass buckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Caught up with Boon, EngChye &amp;amp; Alyssa on Saturday fer the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEV7bTWpG8w"&gt;Armored&lt;/a&gt;. T'was quite a good show but like most others involving crime, had a bad ending. The film wasn't what I particularly wanted to highlight, though. We had quite a bit of fun, sitting down and talking. I never realised how many stories we had to tell. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-3400836821646079544?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/02/momday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S2_wPrz8FwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Jv9GnljTK5w/s72-c/DSC00614.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-2431126809747909842</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-01T00:57:21.725+08:00</atom:updated><title>gained 5KG in January</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little past midnight and I'm back home from Simpang Bedok. Supper on a Sunday, you ask? Yes, I now hang out with the guys on Sunday. Considering the fact that I might wanna commit my Saturdays to other activities and the family usually having lunches together on Sunday, the afternoon from 3 till late seemed like a pretty good plan. Still is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing special happened in the first month of 2010 in my opinion other than gaining weight and bearing dislike to a number of individuals significant enough to make me just waste a sentence. Just thought I'd be able to fill you guys in on what's what fer me fer the past 4 monotonous weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've taken a liking to &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/blackjack-pro/?ref=bkm"&gt;Blackjack Madness on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. It's really addictive and you don't lose any real money, plus you get bonuses everyday. My rank is up to BJ Pro now, so suggestive. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bah, I'm just bored. Perhaps I'll get an early rest and head to the gym tomorrow to confirm my extra weight to be muscle mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: With my webcam running now, I should experiment on vlogging. All this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pyrobooby?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4&amp;amp;rclk=cti"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; craze is giving me some influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-2431126809747909842?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/02/gained-5kg-in-january.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-1671088188080535981</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T22:44:38.456+08:00</atom:updated><title>holiday 4 of 10</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the final e-paper accomplished a mere 4 days ago, marking the end of the first half of my Microsoft Administration course, I can finally sink to a relaxed level and let the 2010 fill me up inside. What's good about this year? All I can think of is games, man... Specifically, I'm anticipating the English Version of Monster Hunter Tri will be out exclusively fer the Wii just after my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My break is already 40% in and I'm still kinda aimless other than learning how to use the Hunting Horn(in Monster Hunter), toning fer a 6-pack(as in the abs) &amp;amp; shopping fer more t-shirts over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snorgtees.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I do have plenty of downloaded videos waiting fer me to watch but I'm not really in the mood. I'm guessing all that practice on the computer has probably fried the little part of my brain which allows me to enjoy fun stuff. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg. Have I... Have I become boring? No, I dare not think it. I'll just call it my post-school-exhaustion-phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I kidding. Looking back now, I think I'm kinda sick of how I'm living. Time to get healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Spent over 200 bucks on comics because I haven't been collecting in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-1671088188080535981?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-4-of-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-6775277924641306509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 07:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T22:43:49.840+08:00</atom:updated><title>back from malacca</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first time overseas in years and the first without family. I was a virgin at this and it felt pretty exhilarating to travel independantly with friends. Obviously, from the photos, you readers can tell that I went with the girlfriend and her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was alot of walking involved and I even had a minor tan! You can view photos of the vacation under my profile! It'd sure save me time on logging about the trip. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Other than the weather and pollution, I'd say the place is a sight fer heritage-digging lovers. Hotel standards could be a little better though. And I couldn't stand having to watch the movie channel with violent or vulgar scenes being cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6775277924641306509?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-from-malacca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-979978730912982582</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T03:59:01.773+08:00</atom:updated><title>redemption</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz-OpKuOU3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz-OpKuOU3c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kev's finally back fer good to complete his degree in Singapore and the gang was there to greet him fer a long catchup with lotsa oily food. Looks like things will go back to how they used to be, perhaps with a little more outdoorsy version of him rather than the caveman we all know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S1XdsnUegKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cUKn4BJddA8/s1600-h/IMG_5391_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428488684403851426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S1XdsnUegKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cUKn4BJddA8/s320/IMG_5391_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How things used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you really must know how things used to be, I was never really one of the bad boys in secondary school. Back then, I was a frameless-spectacled prefect with hair gelled so flat, it was shameful even to type out in description. I'm surprised as to the number of female friends I acquainted myself with by carrying a look so embarrassing. My closest friends were the ones my parents were proud of me having. Yer usual A students with a decent air about them. However, something went sour along the way and I took a separate path. I don't even remember why I don't talk to them anymore. Well, I was never a good boy to begin with as well, if that helps the case of belonging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I seem to have been profiled as a fallen angel by others who once knew me as the boy with the tie. Sure, the guys I hang out with are practically the opposite side of the coin from the ones I was stuck with before graduation but I personally find them a comfortable group to be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not trying to justify a reason fer being with a so-called gang of bad boys. It's just that a while back I kinda spoke to a coupla individuals who were wondering which rock I'd been under and I was quite taken aback by the fact that I was actually missed! Perhaps I'm worth more than the amount of credit I give myself. =) Heck, now I'm not even sure if the friends I split with even remember why we don't keep contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, I'm not saying I don't care anymore but I'm sitting in a very cosy social spot right now and I can't really be bothered to fix something that could possibly not be broken. Besides, I still do have possessions that keep my memories of my older friends. That's enough conscience on my part, in my own opinion. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-979978730912982582?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/12/redemption.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/S1XdsnUegKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cUKn4BJddA8/s72-c/IMG_5391_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-8448474889807714094</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T18:16:49.793+08:00</atom:updated><title>post-writer's-block writer's blog post</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I've decided to rev up and give it a go. What's new again, you ask? Other than the fact that Facebook and Twitter has almost pulled me away from blogging completely, it's pretty much same old, with exams here, there and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I'd be staying at Kembangan by now. Apparently, some renovations have been delayed and my mom says we'll probably have to wait another month or two. Sigh. I really really dislike living in a condo. I know this is a blog but don't even get me started. I don't wanna make these so-called people significant enough to affect my daily life. Note to self: When looking fer a house, neighbours are the most vital factor of consideration. Sigh. At least I'll be leaving this dump before my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, my birthday. The window to my physical fitness test is coming to a close and I'm finding it very difficult to pull myself to the gym on a routine basis, with the exams ending and the festivities calling my appetite. Heck, I just got back from a near-KO gym session by myself. The jawlock I've been enduring fer the past coupla years didn't help maintain my momentum too. I always get this tightening feeling along the base of my skull every time I go fer a run and it gets worse as the time passes. Ugh, just talking about it is making me cranky. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, all these shit is just small talk. Here's wishing you readers a very Merry X'mas and a Happy New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Resolutions would be getting back to blogging regularly(as well as touch up the template), studying harder than I usually do, experiment on a vlog probably soon and get a 6-pack by February!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-8448474889807714094?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-writers-block-writers-blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-6950670149516630664</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T00:39:20.053+08:00</atom:updated><title>this is my december</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry. Just sorry. It's been a long time and I have very good reasons. Exams are always around the corner and my family is busy with house-moving, among other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surely, you'll be seeing more of me once I'm done with packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6950670149516630664?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-my-december.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-5591075629361988569</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T02:30:32.461+08:00</atom:updated><title>hit the pause</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have about 2 hours from now to feed and walk the dog before heading to my grandma's fer dinner. It's times like this, I wonder if I should take a short nap or have a Final Fantasy Dissidia marathon... Then, I thought to myself, with that and Monster Hunter Freedom Unite, I'd pretty much be a lifeless gamer if weren't fer a girlfriend. So, I think I'll take this time to make up fer the loss of many unwritten blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back the temple. It's the lunar seventh month goin' on and the family was gonna visit Daddy. It's obvious that I still think of him every night. Now I know what it feels like to be one of those characters in the movies with a lost loved one. It's pretty real. It's not something that people can let go, I suppose. Last night, before bed, I kept thinking about how much I disappointed him through my secondary school years with my immature antics. It's the point at which one will feel regret. Now here's the confusing part. I question my character every night before I go to sleep. Did I only change fer the better because of the passing? Back then, if I knew the days were numbered, would I have changed my attitude towards him? Now, I know I wasn't a very disrespectful son, after all, sons love fighting with their fathers. However, it seems much deeper to me now. It wouldn't have been very nice to treat someone differently because he or she is dying. To a man, that pretty much sums up what you call pity, which isn't good. That's my perspective, at least. During his days of consultation, I gave my opinion on the medical treatment and we had a coupla discussions. I always thought that what he planned to go through would make him weaker, not better. I always believed that if you can overcome something without medication, why not? Still, it would later all be up to him. Throughout that period of time, I never once softened my approach towards him. I can say that I was partially trying to hide my sorrow of a then-potential loss. Another part of me was sincerely believing that he would be strong enough to pull through with his stubborn persona. Question 2 points to whether I was filial enough to believe my father was a strong man or I was despicably attempting to just go against everything he said? I doubt it was the latter, although my reflection on our conversations generally points in that direction. I was oblivious. And I was ignorant. I always pondered upon the difference between these two words, which I now understand. I was oblivious, I did not know how much pain he was in(when I say pain, I mean UNIMAGINABLE PAIN). Even back when I was in the army, he gladly obliged to sit in the car with my mom to fetch me to and fro camp, sometimes on late and rainy nights(not being dramatic, it was the monsoon). I was ignorant, I was told of the illness but did not think it to be serious. I defiantly stood by my denying mind, believing that he could conquer it mentally. I was proven wrong. Or was I? I hear chemotherapy is powerful enough to break the toughest willpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are probably answers that I have to look fer all by myself. Who knows when I'll find them. Could be the next few days, weeks, months or years. I replay my life with him everyday unfailingly, sometimes fer remorse, sometimes fer reminiscence. I cannot say that I will not continue to beat myself up and brood over past mistakes with him around or not but not all is bad as I will always remember who's the one who taught me tennis, the one who saved me during my streaming years, and the one who brought in a lost, tiny, golden puppy to the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-5591075629361988569?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-about-2-hours-from-now-to-feed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-5665596752519242040</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T00:58:37.822+08:00</atom:updated><title>generally</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm a coupla days late... There's nothing much I remember about the past month or two besides vague memories of cramped up project datelines, retarded Saturday nights @ Greg's and alot of group-study/monster-hunting @ Novena's United Square, not forgetting "slumber parties" with the girlfriend. The most significant occurrance would have to be unlocking the hidden skill within me to master the art of Bejeweled on Facebook. Serene Ng is no longer my #1 on the chart, muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week was basically prepping fer my papers, the first one of which had just ended. They say the candle burns its brightest before burning out, I sorta get what it means. I'm FREAKIN' drained. And this is just from one exam. I hope it's a slight side effect from lack of sleep but I guess I can't really tell until all this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta words. I'm outta gas. I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Zzzzzzzz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-5665596752519242040?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/08/generally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-439397032923612081</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T23:16:36.930+08:00</atom:updated><title>cut cut cut</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School's been on fer two days and I now find myself ransacking the cupboard fer clothes I've not worn in a very long time. I've either grown much shorter or my Converse shoes have a habit of dragging my jeans to the soles. Then again, as ashamed as I am to admit it, my kind of fashion involved oversized running shoes holding up baggy cargoes, all below short-sleeved checkered shirts tucked out. I think I've got to tailor all my bottoms now, regardless the reason, or I'd be walking on my toes, like yesterday, which I did the entire time I was out, to prevent my pants from getting torn. It was good exercise though. I feel it in my calves now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Wolverine after school re-opened. I couldn't have thought of a better time to catch it. Newly released, on a weekday and you can't get down to a 100% on work just after a major break. &lt;em&gt;It's like putting a new goldfish in the tank, you let the bag sit fer a while.&lt;/em&gt; I guess you guys can assume how my holiday was spent now that I'm quoting from TV shows. Anyway, back to the movie. If you know shit about Marvel Comics, I guess it makes fer a decent flick. And Hugh Jackman has probably gotten the hang of playing immortal movie roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIJvECLL5NY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIJvECLL5NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-439397032923612081?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-cut-cut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-8316267399488109602</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T01:33:07.351+08:00</atom:updated><title>lobster</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't want to use tanning oil. I cooked myself in the fierce Sun. I'm in an even worse condition than Ross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXlf5I4OFI/AAAAAAAAAho/9IoMv6JZ-U0/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329418070139615314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXlf5I4OFI/AAAAAAAAAho/9IoMv6JZ-U0/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I proudly present the flag of Indonesia. If I can't manage time off fer my own trip, I can at least act like I've been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, bought 2 new Wii games today. Well, technically The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess isn't since I got it off the second-hand rack but you catch my drift. And speaking of drifting... MARIOKART IS FUCKING AWESOME. It'll be awesomer in multiplayer, I'd bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object id="gtembed" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12700"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10371"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=14623"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=14623"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=14623" swliveconnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="gtembed" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12700"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10371"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=32855"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=32855"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=32855" swliveconnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Unfortunately, Rock Band 2 was not available at my neighbourhood store. I'm still longing fer it. :( As well as anticipating Monster Hunter Tri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-8316267399488109602?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/lobster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXlf5I4OFI/AAAAAAAAAho/9IoMv6JZ-U0/s72-c/IMG_1058.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-5626538397867882628</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T01:49:29.879+08:00</atom:updated><title>this and that</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In an attempt to get a little darker, I had gone fishing with YQ yesterday and surprisingly, I got there earlier than him. Okay, I had the car but STILL. I didn't get much sleep and the temperature was just frying me from the inside out. I'm not complaining but YQ was right, the beach by SAF Ferry Terminal is no place fer girls. Not that it's a gay hangout or anything but the place is, fer one, crawling with red ants and "sandflies"(I didn't see any, dude, even while scouting after supper at Seletar Dam). So we didn't catch anything except fer loads of healthy seaweed. Our time and $10 worth of prawns' lives wasted in vain. Well, it was an experience. I still prefer night fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYWPtX1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/gkv68icXPVk/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410243932544850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYWPtX1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/gkv68icXPVk/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugh, so bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYbAhu2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/awiHAlBEiCM/s1600-h/IMG_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410245211044706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYbAhu2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/awiHAlBEiCM/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The executioner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYf5xDaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KeqyUeEFoGM/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410246524865954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYf5xDaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KeqyUeEFoGM/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYvWA6eI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EhF0r_rKlMM/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410250669877730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYvWA6eI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EhF0r_rKlMM/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fatality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYy_SyxI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_XCOpQcWmLU/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410251648322322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYy_SyxI/AAAAAAAAAhg/_XCOpQcWmLU/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Firing squad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1pm, we packed and got drinks by drive-thru at East Coast Mac's before heading home. A late breakfast(Subway Chicken Teriyaki) was enough to keep me up Monster Hunting in Plaza Singapura's Kopitiam with classmates till the dinner plan, which was kinda impromptu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with Khai and Dhaniah at Tampines 1 to try the outlet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampines1.com.sg/main/store_details/81"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say Cheeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, where they either had very timid waitresses or we were aggressively venting our expressions about problematic people we know. I had 2 main courses, still dunno what's to be surprised about. It was just beef lasagna with Tobasco and mushroom cream pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY. It wasn't much of a day despite catching up with so many people. It ended at Starbucks, reminiscing on television serials such as Chuck, which I will be very sad fer if the show is confirmed to be coming to a close. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Bro flies off to Bali with friends in 12 hours. Sigh~ I've gotta go on my own holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-5626538397867882628?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/fishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SfXeYWPtX1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/gkv68icXPVk/s72-c/IMG_1047.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-3613591995384757223</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T01:52:52.228+08:00</atom:updated><title>pale</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't had direct contact with the Sun fer days... It's definitely got something to do with my ungodly rest time. It's not I've got insomnia, I've just had my hours pushed back till I get to sleep at 5AM and get up earliest by 3PM. It's been like this ever since the holidays started. WTF mate?! I couldn't believe I'd be bumming fer 3 weeks but my skin tone has been proof enough fer the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaming, gaming, gaming. At least I redeem myself slightly with midnight gym sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-3613591995384757223?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/pale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-8953069522076655338</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T04:46:50.252+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fast &amp; Furious [SPOILER ALERT]</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just awesome. Makes me wanna grab a muthafuckin' douche by the ankle while a buddy of mine, with equal opinion of that individual, do a wheelie on an American muscle car straight into his ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-8953069522076655338?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-furious-spoiler-alert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-1018744416864514242</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T23:55:16.103+08:00</atom:updated><title>small talk</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've got nothing to do(gasp!) while waiting fer my girl to be done with her friends and we head off to catch either Know1ng or Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4, I decided to be more productive by keeping myself on a roll blog-wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to think of it, there's not much a boyfriend can do while waiting at home fer his girlfriend's ready call. I can't drink my cans of beer left over from the barbeque that's in the fridge because I'm supposed to drive. I can't turn on the Wii because a game of baseball will work me up to a sweat. I can't watch anything because I'll be caught halfway indefinitely. And I can't play the PSP because I left it in the car. Okay, the last one is my fault and I can't exactly put out the reason I'm typing all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's times like this that girls should figure out why idiotic guys like us can link you to random amusing videos from YouTube. :) Maybe I should conjure a new compromising pose fer my wooden dummy from IKEA to be in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, Tampines One is now open and damn, the only thing missing is a bowling alley and a stadium. Had breakfast at Mac's(&lt;a href="http://lora8.deviantart.com/art/LOVIN-IT-117247752"&gt;had a number of their meals since the exams&lt;/a&gt;) and dropped by Uniqlo's where the apparel seems to fit a slight part of my taste. Didn't buy anything though. I've got this weird thing... I don't like making purchases when a boutique is crowded. I feel that they're all buying the same design as I am and I'll be caught dead dressing in uniform to these freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Congratulations on the news, Alyssa &amp;amp; EngChye. I'm still speechless as I am flattered but I promise I won't be speechless when the day comes! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-1018744416864514242?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-6917940323980672383</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T23:22:26.297+08:00</atom:updated><title>return of the potato-eating potato</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done with the first term of the year and I'm following with 3 whole weeks of rotting. The streak of group revisions have totally disintegrated my drive to physically enhance myself. I only managed to partially changed the colour of my hair and it is not due to stress(although the last paper was a killer, considering the fatigue and that NONE OF WHAT I READ ON CAME OUT, way to kill the mood on the previous 3 that I'm sure to ace on). -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sdy-n1m_KjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1RXvCY-8pHM/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338451259861554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sdy-n1m_KjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1RXvCY-8pHM/s320/DSC00282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sdy-ogKaz5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/dykDfo2_Nzk/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338462682763154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sdy-ogKaz5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/dykDfo2_Nzk/s320/DSC00283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't manage to do much in the past month. I had only recently caught Confessions of a Shopoholic, which I heard was not better than the book(like I never heard that review before). And personally, I would like to say I loved the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green scarf&lt;/span&gt;, in the ungayiest fashion. In addition, there was Witch Mountain, bravo to Dwayne Johnson's antics, he is officially up there in the list of stars fer action comedy in my book. And fer anyone who frequents BBQ Chicken, they changed the menu! I simply cannot believe it! -sobs- Their Hot Hot Drum is now only has a hint of chilli, and they stripped off Ginseng Chicken!!! Ginseng Chicken. It's much more delectable than it sounds. I fell in love with its taste on my second last visit. And they took it all away from me. T_T My favourite place to have fried chicken... Then again, my heart is convincing me that they had a new cook and we were in the wrong branch. I should give it another try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have I been doing??? I'm truly turning into a computer freak. Searching fer game hacks and whatnot. Shit, I've been constantly on Monster Hunter and Pokémon. I know what I'm doing but I can't stop it. The best I can do to distract myself from this form of entertainment is by watching either Clone Wars, Chuck, The Big Bang Theory or Heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: With time on my hands, I should (i.)pack my field pack and get ready fer a military recall, (ii.)tidy my room and look fer my scientific calculator and (iii.)go shopping fer some Wii games, Rock Band 2 sounds like a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6RALcUt56c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6RALcUt56c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showoff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6917940323980672383?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/04/return-of-potato-eating-potato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sdy-n1m_KjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1RXvCY-8pHM/s72-c/DSC00282.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-6067491027702456441</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T01:49:23.101+08:00</atom:updated><title>the impromptu bbq (hey that rhymed)</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year's birthday was pretty okay considering that the actual day was in the midst of my assignment week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks fer all the souls who bothered to make it to a last minute barbeque hosted by moi at last Sunday. Much more gratitude goes out to Khai, Greg and Amanda(:*) fer assisting me in some late night grocery shopping at Giant(after an awkwardly crowded dinner at IKEA sitted next to a group of very old homosexuals) and marination(I know it's not in the dictionary but we made that up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUBgys9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9UQL07X5ItY/s1600-h/IMG_1799_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316820761509540818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUBgys9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9UQL07X5ItY/s320/IMG_1799_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is she getting us to smile? Man U just got owned.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUACTOEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KgINe2VP_RU/s1600-h/IMG_1798_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316820761113212994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUACTOEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KgINe2VP_RU/s320/IMG_1798_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's more where that came from. And that's not my bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUrydeoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WpPY6dQa8_w/s1600-h/IMG_1802_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316820772857936514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUrydeoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WpPY6dQa8_w/s320/IMG_1802_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the prep, it was off to Carl's Jr. @ East Coast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkU2D3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XatbvLKbjBw/s1600-h/IMG_1801_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316820775615293170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkU2D3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XatbvLKbjBw/s320/IMG_1801_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zappel &amp;amp; Zuchinni. Etc., etc., etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sckk8yG0whI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PdbL2CP3z5g/s1600-h/IMG_1812_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821461748728338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sckk8yG0whI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PdbL2CP3z5g/s320/IMG_1812_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sckk80fttnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cWJ7SZJI_Ck/s1600-h/IMG_1813_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821462389995122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/Sckk80fttnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cWJ7SZJI_Ck/s320/IMG_1813_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks fer the presents. (Only managed to snap with one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After which, I cleaned up and returned home to find a Wii waiting fer me. -prances-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQPd6ojZgI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQPd6ojZgI8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And ya know there're tons more reasons from YouTube on why you should have yer own. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Gosh, I've been looking rather crappy in photos as of late. I blame sleepless nights and overworking on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-6067491027702456441?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/03/impromptu-bbq-hey-that-rhymed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CCPQS-R7KuQ/SckkUBgys9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9UQL07X5ItY/s72-c/IMG_1799_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003142559510985758.post-1841051737824618859</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T17:30:22.523+08:00</atom:updated><title>23</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's that number. I'm that age. Everyone else either has been there or is going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strangely, I don't feel any older. I'm not gonna gloat on that babyface crap but I really don't feel much like an adult. Why is that? I wonder. Is it because I don't work in an office? Is it because I don't wear a slick suit? Is it because I still play video games? Is it because I still blog? Is it because I still wear velcro-strapped shoes? Or is it because I go to sleep at sunrise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: One thing's fer sure, the party mood has turned dull. Pure instincts to club and drink have deteriorated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003142559510985758-1841051737824618859?l=koolwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://koolwool.blogspot.com/2009/03/23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (koolwool)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

